Sexual Assault

What the case of Blake Bailey tells us about the state of the crusade against sexual misconduct.

The author of one of the year’s biggest books has been accused of sexual assault. Strangely, it was precisely his subject that exposed him to scrutiny.

A new book argues that current standards of affirmative consent place too much emphasis on knowing what we want.

Shatara Michelle Ford’s feature feels conceived not for the purpose of revealing inner lives alone but to put society at large to the test.

Evan Rachel Wood’s accusations of abuse reveal a blind spot in our reverence for outsider musicians.

The twisty thriller upends a dark genre’s most familiar tropes, telling the story of a long aftermath and the guilt shared by those in power.

The example of Theodore McCarrick demonstrates the Church’s inability to deal with abuse in frank, clear terms.

What is emerging from this episode is a later-draft, more refined #MeToo, in which “Believe women” stands for the imperative to listen respectfully and investigate thoughtfully.

It may not be possible to know for sure whether Reade’s allegation is true, but it is not being ignored. In the meantime, there is a blunt truth to face: four more years of Trump would be disastrous, not least for women.

In life Bryant was known for a relentless and often solitary drive for greatness. But in death he was remembered as a father.

Rose McGowan on what it felt like to watch the convicted predator be taken into police custody after being found guilty of sex crimes.

In recognizing the horror of at least some of Weinstein’s deeds, the court signalled that powerful institutions are beginning to listen to women’s voices and that the legal system might learn to address sexual violence in all its contextual complexity.

The Hollywood producer has been found guilty of felony sex crime and third-degree rape. Read our coverage from the past two years, including Ronan Farrow’s groundbreaking report, which helped usher in the #MeToo era.

We often discuss professional life as if it were completely distinct from sexual life, but, in fact, women are often forced to negotiate the blurry space between the two, especially in Hollywood, where sexual appeal is effectively a professional requirement.

The novel does not portray the serial predator that Weinstein is alleged to be, yet it suggests that power exerted without consideration of humanity carries fearsome, unknowable, and often directly retributive costs.

No one understands the abuse of power better than a person who’s fallen victim to it, as the women testifying in the Weinstein trial quite possibly know.

“There’s a constituency of survivors and activists for whom the case carries profound meaning,” Farrow says. “It’s a test of a lot of systems that have failed a lot of people for a long time.”

In her memoir, “Know My Name,” victimhood is a conduit to expertise, and trauma is a mode of human insight.

From The New Yorker’s archive: the staff writer’s uncommonly rewarding work.

The noted lawyer’s long, controversial career—and the accusations against him.