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April 4th, 2012
March 12th, 2011
12:16 pm - Well, just look at what she was wearing! Originally posted by lavenderfrost at ...WTF.Well, there goes my good mood for the day. NYTimes, the bastion of quality reporting, reported on the gang-rape of an 11 year-old girl in Texas that's led to charges against 18 high-school boys so far - all well and good so far, right? Shit like this NEEDS publicity to raise awareness. Only problem is, they repeated - without refutation or critical commentary - the claims that the girl brought the rape on herself because of the way she was dressed. Choice Quotes (No cut b/c everyone needs to see this - DEAL.):“It’s just destroyed our community,” said Sheila Harrison, 48, a hospital worker who says she knows several of the defendants. “These boys have to live with this the rest of their lives.” As opposed to the victim, who's gonna bounce back lickety-fucking-split, right? Residents in the neighborhood where the abandoned trailer stands — known as the Quarters — said the victim had been visiting various friends there for months. They said she dressed older than her age, wearing makeup and fashions more appropriate to a woman in her 20s. She would hang out with teenage boys at a playground, some said. TOTALLY BEGGING FOR IT. THIS IS RAPE CULTURE, PEOPLE.Now, what's being said and done in this community is bad enough, but the NY Times should be fucking ashamed of themselves right now. ( Here's how to contact NYT: ) Here is what I said:
On reading your article By JAMES C. McKINLEY Jr. Published: March 8, 2011 titled "Vicious Assault Shakes Texas Town," I am appalled and horrified at the misogynistic tones used to describe the gang rape of an 11 year old girl based on her style of dress and upbringing.
Through the contexts of the article, I understand the question of how the young men and boys of the town would be led into such an atrocious act; however, no further assertions are made regarding an upbringing that allows them to interact with 20-something year olds sporting criminal records and questionable motives.
I might in fact be so bold as to point out that leading underaged boys into sex acts with underage girls, particularly using or encouraging threats of violence, and even somewhat moreso including the use of video and photographic media, is a form of child pornography and statutory rape in and of itself. The boys were also raped.
Where were their fathers? What was the upbringing that allowed them to interact with adult men sporting criminal records and questionable motives? Who is truly to blame for this atrocity?
The little girl? The little girl's mother? I think not. While locals' accounts may be limited, they are only as relevant to the story as the article author's own slanted view, which could easily have been balanced without such a victim-blaming complex.
I call for JAMES C. McKINLEY Jr. to be fired and a public apology made. Supporting the hegemony of a misogynistic rape culture is irredeemably incompetent, immoral, and is shoddy workmanship in the craft of reporting. Current Mood: infuriated
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June 23rd, 2009
07:04 am Early morning, a message rends his peace to shreds. His livelihood has been confiscated for the sake of favoritism; he's lost craft and family to the beast of social drama. I impose myself on his workplace again, to watch him hold together the fractures while I rage across the room.
I'm hurt and frustrated that people could possibly, remotely justify the savage destruction of such a magical creature. I sit, I seethe, and I vent; I break a pact of silence, and I find him outside during a smoke break, near tears. As so often over these days, I sit with him in silence until he wants to speak, and he reiterates the magnitude of the things that have been taken from him.
I want nothing like I want righteous indignant fury right now; I want to swing a knight's backhand for my charge, send someone amazed and toppling at the disproportional size of my rage to my frame. I want to look into the eyes of someone who didn't previously understand that they had sinned, and cast the fire and brimstone of my words directly into their black hearts.
I want my anger to cleanse them, redeem them to higher than subhuman status. I want to toss them down as wretches and lift them back up as unicorns. ( Read more... )
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June 16th, 2009
09:43 pm It takes a moment for him to compose himself for the lovely maiden who comes to cook and molest him after he's breathed all his lust onto my neck, and I watch him, near silence, tidy his hair and prepare himself for a barrage of attention.
I feel like a willing sacrificial lamb, shivering in the face of slaughter. And there's nowhere else I want to be. ( Read more... )
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June 15th, 2009
06:31 pm Los Angeles airport is empty during my departure. A dear friend drives me here at last-minute warning, in exchange for gas money and hugs, and I leave my Pet with a full work-week's worth of time off. The scheduling at Wal-Mart is fucked; I didn't mean to leave him all alone for that time, but it can't be helped.
I'm rescuing a treasure. Everyone understands this and fully supports my endeavor. So I sit for hours on the flight, transfer in between -- straight back onto the same flight. A couple with a baby lament that it makes no sense to let previous passengers board before them. I laugh to myself; it only makes no sense to you because it isn't in your best interest.
This treasure that I mean to rescue, he texts me to ask when I'll arrive. He says he's very excited. I won't argue, but I wonder with me bringing the bare minimum -- quiet advocacy, carry-on luggage -- what could be so exciting about it.
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