As I wake up this morning to an email from my mother about another sexual assault occuring on the UW campus during broad daylight, I can't help but compare the liberating feeling of walking around freely through the streets of Hong Kong to the sentiments I wake up with today, in Madison, my hometown.
The third watchful eye has crept back into my daily ro…
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