Un court-métrage choc dénonce la "lâcheté ordinaire" des personnes témoins d'un viol

WHEN MIKE KROPVELD was twenty-eight, he helped plan a mission to rescue his friend, a teacher named Benji Carroll, from an international cult. Kropveld remembers hosting a meeting with Carroll’s parents and several distraught friends in his cramped Montreal living room. “His parents bought Danishes, but nobody ate them,” he says. On a trip to Berkeley,…