History of Feminism

TRIGGER WARNING...

What I did not post in a UVA piece:

..."Shut up," she heard a man's voice say as a body barreled into her, tripping her backward and sending them both crashing through a low glass table. There was a heavy person on top of her, spreading open her thighs, and another person kneeling on her hair, hands pinning down her arms, sharp shards digging into her back, and excited male voices rising all around her. When yet another hand clamped over her mouth, Jackie bit it, and the hand became a fist that punched her in the face. The men surrounding her began to laugh. For a hopeful moment Jackie wondered if this wasn't some collegiate prank. Perhaps at any second someone would flick on the lights and they'd return to the party.

"Grab its motherfucking leg," she heard a voice say. And that's when Jackie knew she was going to be raped.

She remembers every moment of the next three hours of agony, during which, she says, seven men took turns raping her, while two more – her date, Drew, and another man – gave instruction and encouragement. She remembers how the spectators swigged beers, and how they called each other nicknames like Armpit and Blanket. She remembers the men's heft and their sour reek of alcohol mixed with the pungency of marijuana. Most of all, Jackie remembers the pain and the pounding that went on and on.

As the last man sank onto her, Jackie was startled to recognize him: He attended her tiny anthropology discussion group. He looked like he was going to cry or puke as he told the crowd he couldn't get it up. "Pussy!" the other men jeered. "What, she's not hot enough for you?" Then they egged him on: "Don't you want to be a brother?" "We all had to do it, so you do, too." Someone handed her classmate a beer bottle. Jackie stared at the young man, silently begging him not to go through with it. And as he shoved the bottle into her, Jackie fell into a stupor, mentally untethering from the brutal tableau, her mind leaving behind the bleeding body under assault on the floor...

This is what happened to that story, where they threw her under the bus:

http://www.rollingstone.com/culture/features/a-rape-on-campus-20141119

Despite this graphic rape, the main focus of the story was the hopeless way rapes were addressed at UVA. The 'apology' doesn't prove she made the story up.

Because they don't give a damn. No moral compass is employed there.

This is what has been swept under the rug for many years. Ever present for many women, it determines where one will live, the hours they will be in public, their modes of transportation, and their work and their social lives.

I won't go into the people who I know or what I managed to escape. This is always unspoken, except between women in their private talks.

No one gives a damn, except men like this Democrat, in the Minority at the capitol in Virginia:

http://www.democraticunderground.com/125553028#op

That was a HOF thread that never got going, but it's also in a forum. Then came the predictable backlast. This is real life rape culture. It exists whether some say it does or doesn't exist. It's a fact of life.