And eventually you got cancelled. Why were you canceled?

I just spoke up for a male friend who was wrongly accused of raping somebody. I wrote four words, “regret is not rape,” on a whiteboard in a common area.

And people did not want to hear it. They were just like, “Oh, you’re dismissing every woman who has ever been assaulted.”

How did your life change?

So it started with a couple of girls. I used to work at the library and these girls showed up at the library where I was working and they were crying and they started screaming at me and they were like, “Oh, so you’re telling me that I don’t deserve to exist,” and I was like, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” And they made this big scene at my work.

And then I went back to my dorm and like, the next day when I had gone to the bathroom to shower, somebody broke into my dorm and vandalized things, broke things, and broke my phone. And they peed outside my door.

Just normal situations like sitting in the dining hall—people that I knew would not want to sit with me publicly, even if they were friends with me. And that entire semester, nobody would talk to me. I was extremely alone.

Was this an instance of a group of mostly white people policing a brown student?

Yes, pretty much.