Teenage boy naked at night

A video of a young woman being sexually assaulted by a gang of teenage boys on a bus in Casablanca has sparked outrage in Morocco , reigniting a bitter debate about violence against women in the Muslim country. The video, which was posted on social media on Sunday, shows four boys sexually molesting a woman while laughing, tearing her clothes off and insulting her in Arabic. The woman who the authorities said had learning difficulties is seen in tears, crying for help, while neither the bus driver nor any of the passengers intervene. Sexual harassment and abuse of women is rife in Morocco where a national survey found that nearly two-thirds of women had experienced physical, psychological, sexual or economic abuse. Earlier in August a video showing a mob of men hounding a young woman on a street in Tangier caused uproar in the media. Public transport company M'Dina Bus condemned the incident and said it was collaborating with authorities in the north African kingdom, which is trying to attract investors and tourists by presenting itself as a safe haven.

Police said the call came in just before midnight for a shooting at a residential building at Webster Ave. Responding officers found a year-old boy in the building's stairwell, between the eighth and ninth floors, with a gunshot wound to the neck, authorities said. Officials have not released the identity of the victim. Polcie said further investigation revealed that two other victims were shot at the same party, a year-old man shot in the ankle and a year-old man shot in the torso. The two were first taken by private means to a nearby hospital, before being taken to another area hospital by EMS, officials said. Police said no arrests had been made as of Tuesday morning and the investigation remained ongoing.

Three years ago, the young man who would later be known as John Doe 1 shuffled into the Richard A. Handlon Correctional Facility in Ionia, Michigan. It was still wintery in April, and his state-issued jacket was poor protection against the drafts coming through the broken windows, shattered by men who had passed through before. The rituals of intake were familiar. But he also noticed that he was one of the youngest prisoners on the block.

My mother's husband confessed to having spied on me in my bedroom and bathroom years ago. Figuring out how to maintain a relationship with him — and with my mother — has been traumatic, even if they don't consider it sexual abuse. My last visit back to Florida to visit my mother was years ago. In the morning I would wake up and find an empty coffee cup and a shining teaspoon waiting for me on a folded paper towel before the coffeemaker, its big glass belly filled with Folgers that had been sitting there for a while, getting gnarly and more caffeinated with the passage of time. Taking my cup out onto the lanai, I would join my mother in the haze of cigarette smoke that filled the room, its own atmosphere.