… One voice deserves far more applause than the rest.
I don’t even know her name: the 18-year-old in New York who was pulled away from her companions, handcuffed, thrust into the back of a police van, then had “consensual sex” with two plainclothes NYPD detectives. Or so they said.
No reasonable human could agree with that cop claim. It’s a perp’s point of view, just like, “It was her fault; I wouldn’t have killed her if she hadn’t screamed.” Or like that creep in the news right now who killed the gun-store owner he was robbing “in self defense.” Those terrifying, shaved-headed, all-powerful agents of the state held her captive. It was do what they wanted OR ELSE.
And look what that girl was up against: the most brutal, closed, powerful gang in New York. Cops can get away with anything — even get away with killing you if you object to them getting away with anything. Like all abusers-in-power over the abused, of course they told her not to tell anyone.
How many other women, possibly underage girls, feared to speak? How many years did these serial rapists get away with it, smirking at the notion of justice or decency while pretending to be the epitome of The Law? Other women were smart to keep their mouths closed, maybe. Other women spread the word to the neighborhood grapevine, but never stood up.
But not her, whoever she is. She gets right out of that van when they finally uncuff her. And she walks straight to a hospital. Gets herself a rape kit done. And nails those two predators. Nails them so clearly that even the usual coverup network — that icky, sticky blue ooze in which the majority of evil cops forever hide — can do nothing. Don’t wish to do anything if they care about public opinion.
That is so much more meaningful, so much more courageous, so much more filled with integrity than all the #MeTooing about Weinstein and Spacey and all the dozens of others who are soon to be revealed as powerful sleazebags (many perhaps eventually to be revealed as pedophiles).
Don’t get me wrong; I’m glad these people are getting their comeuppance. But I dread the witch-hunt that’s already beginning to reveal itself.
And #MeToo? Are you kidding? When could that ever count as courage, even though victims are heartily accepting congratulations from Hollywood to the New York Stage? When could that ever count as activism? Let alone activism of the most heroic sort?
And acting as if all this predation and slime were something brand new in the world of theater and film? Who can be fooled by that? Who hasn’t heard of the infamous casting couch? Who hasn’t read about “Chickenhawk” Charlie Chaplin and his adolescent dollies? It’s always been there and all these actors and actresses getting in on the act know that.
Is it horrible? Inexcusable? Disgusting? Vile? Putrid? Yeah. But not new. And the biggest thing that’s shocking is that so many people in the industry and the media are pretending to be shocked.
All that’s new is the fact that we live in a world where being a victim gains you points.
I do believe that the first one or two who speak out against a powerful habitual abuser are brave — except perhaps the ones who’ve been standing by, knowing others were being harmed, and did nothing about it for 20 years. But after that? It’s just a pile-on.
I don’t have the slightest doubt there are hundreds of real victims. I also don’t doubt that some of these, like the girl in the cop van, “performed” to make a bargain. They may not have liked it, but careers were raised that way. It was a game they all played, even if the Weinsteins and Spaceys did have an enormous advantage to begin with. Others were more innocent, more genuinely victimized. Reputations ruined. Careers lost. Mental health, or at least peace of soul, shattered.
But I also don’t have a fragment of doubt that some of the later ones to speak up are just trying to earn victim points and publicity for themselves. And it’s working. Some of these #MeTooing “celebrities” are people I’d never heard of before. I’ll bet you haven’t heard of a lot of them, either. But we know their names now. And we’ll never know how many of them were real victims because it takes absolutely no courage at all to hang with the most currently notable crowd in the media.
Anyhow, there they are #MeToo #MeToo — most of them probably real victims, but a share of frauds among them — and any man accused (I’ll expect a few women, too, possibly lesbians) won’t have a defense. Boom. Career sunk. Netflix suspending production on its biggest hit show because word has gotten around that star and executive producer Spacey is a drunken lecher. Which people associated with him have known for how many decades?
So that girl in New York — who may have been a real bottom-of-totem-pole kid — maybe a street hooker, a drug addict, a little tough who’s never had a stable home or a hope — who got right out of that van with cops’ bodily fluids all over her, and booked it to where she could report the crime — that girl should be on a pedestal above all these Hollywood and stage people. They should put her in a shrine and bow to that gutsy guttersnipe.