Casual, everyday gang rape

It’s late morning on a Thursday in mid-December in a sleepy middle-aged suburb on the edges of Metro Manila, Philippines.

A hundred birds chirp cheerfully at the overcast sky. It’s not too hot to be out and about. A typhoon is brewing off the coast of Leyte, first stop on the tour along the Philippine typhoon belt.

A heavy, humid breeze sways the trees lining potholed streets of two-, three-storey houses with oversized garages and mini-gardens. Not different to how the rest of the middle-upper classes live in urban Global South.