by Mike Pflanz

On a hot and humid afternoon last week, in Kailahun, a town nine hours drive east of Freetown, Sierra Leone’s capital, I sat down for one of the hardest interviews I have ever conducted.
In a bare hospital room, a nine year old girl who I will call Mary sat silently with her mother on a wipe-down plastic mattress, her bare legs swinging like a pendulum a foot off the floor and her small hands nervously massaging her knees. Her restless eyes darted around the room’s grime-covered walls as her mother, timidly and through tears, told me how Mary was raped by a family friend after a party.

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