I was 7. My father had taken my sister and I to the city to see a movie. Afterward we went to a restaurant to eat. My sister, who was 5 at the time, and I went to the bathroom. There were two men in the ladies washroom, one younger than the other, they were dark skinned. My sister and I went into the stall, the older man told us to come out, my sister didn’t want to, but I obeyed. They took hold of me, and my sister ran out. They pulled down my underwear and the older man molested me, while the younger one watched. I was frozen. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I felt like I was watching it happen to someone else. I felt ashamed and blamed myself, that I opened the door. When he was done, he pulled up my panties and pushed me out the door. I went back to the table but I didn’t say anything. I was afraid my father would be angry at me. My sister said there were two men in the bathroom when we went in, my father asked if this was true and I said yes even though I was very scared. My father became very angry. I began to cry, he stood up and lifted up the round table by its edge and turned it on its side. I don’t remember what happened after that, not even to this day, 40 years later. I don’t know if he told my mother what happened. I never talked about it with her.
— Jennifer, age 47