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Redefine Rape: Pass NY’s Rape is Rape Bill This Year
Please sign and spread the word:
I write concerning necessary changes to the New York State Penal Law to redefine rape. In the wake of the mistrial on the rape charges against former New York City Police Officer Michael Pena, it is more important than ever to advance “Rape is Rape” legislation, Assembly Bill 09774 and Senate Bill S06877.
I urge you to support and pass the “Rape is Rape” bill in this legislative session. The bill re-defines the crimes of Rape in the First, Second and Third Degrees to include forcible oral and anal sexual conduct and aggravated sexual contact, in addition to sexual intercourse as an element of rape charges.
While Pena was convicted of several other charges for holding a Bronx school teacher at gunpoint and forcing her to engage in oral and anal sex, he was not convicted of the top count of rape. No verdict was reached on the rape charge despite evidence of the defendant’s semen in the victim’s underwear, redness to her genitals, eyewitness testimony and the victim’s own account of the pain of the attack.
Common sense dictates that what happened to this victim is rape. No other victim should have to suffer the indignity of being told that being forced to engage in oral or anal sex is not rape.
Thank you for your consideration and work towards securing a safer New York.
(via khealywu)
2 June 2012
Asking For It: 6%
It is estimated that only 6% of rapes and sexual assaults are actually reported, which is a frightfully low number. I have started a new project aiming to explore the reasons behind this, which started from the #ididnotreport hashtag on twitter - where survivors or rape/sexual abuse tell of their numerous reasons why they didn’t report it to anyone. This is the first series of images - numerous things that victims are told time and time again whenever they do actually report their abuse to someone - be it a friend, parent, family member, stranger or the authorities. We live in a society of rape culture where the victim is almost constantly blamed - told that they drank too much, wore too little, were out too late by themselves, flirted too much, are too “slutty”, are too “frigid”, are making a big deal out of “nothing”, the rapist was their partner so it obviously wasn’t rape because you can’t be raped by someone you’re in a relationship with. The things that victims constantly get told by the media, the people they know, rape “jokes”, songs, the authorities…they are painted on them so that they can never forget. To remind them that it is all “their fault” - if they hadn’t gone there/drank alcohol/wore that skirt/flirted etc, it wouldn’t have happened. Obviously.
I intend to expand on this series of photographs in the near future, and there is a lot more to come from this project, this is only the very starting point. My aim is to bring the idea of rape culture, slut-shaming, and victim-blaming to the attention of more people. To try and examine why 94% of rapes/assaults/abuse are never reported to the police, and to try and make that number decrease.
Thanks for bringing this to our attention Brentt.
(via brenttharshman)
20 March 2012
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This post in particular is addressed to men, not because women don’t rape and women don’t make/laugh at rape jokes and not because men can’t be raped, but because, by nature of the existing gender disparity, men are in a unique position to be taken seriously when they raise objections to casual language and humor regarding rape. Men are also in a unique position to prove to rapists and douchebags that not all men rape or take rape lightly by being able to embody living proof of that fact.
I get it—you’re a decent guy. I can even believe it. You’ve never raped anybody. You would NEVER rape anybody. You’re upset that all these feminists are trying to accuse you of doing something, or connect you to doing something, that, as far as you’re concerned, you’ve never done and would never condone.
And they’ve told you about triggers, and PTSD, and how one in six women is a survivor, and you get it. You do. But you can’t let every time someone gets all upset get in the way of you having a good time, right? Especially when it doesn’t mean anything. Rape jokes have never made YOU go out and rape someone. They never would; they never could. You just don’t see how it matters.
I’m going to tell you how it does matter. And I tell you this because I genuinely believe you mean it when you say you don’t want to hurt anybody, and that it’s important to you to do your best to be a decent and good person, and that you don’t see the harm. And I genuinely believe you when you say you would never associate with a rapist and you think rape really is a very bad thing.
Here is why I refuse to take rape jokes sitting down…
Because 6% of college-aged men, slightly over 1 in 20, will admit to raping someone in anonymous surveys, as long as the word “rape” isn’t used in the description of the act—and that’s the conservative estimate. Other sources double that number (pdf).
A lot of people accuse feminists of thinking that all men are rapists. That’s not true. But do you know who think all men are rapists?
Rapists do.
They really do. In psychological study, the profiling, the studies, it comes out again and again.
Virtually all rapists genuinely believe that all men rape, and other men just keep it hushed up better. And more, these people who really are rapists are constantly reaffirmed in their belief about the rest of mankind being rapists like them by things like rape jokes, that dismiss and normalize the idea of rape.
If one in twenty guys (or more) is a real and true rapist, and you have any amount of social activity with other guys like yourself, then it is almost a statistical certainty that one time hanging out with friends and their friends, playing Halo with a bunch of guys online, in a WoW guild, in a pick-up game of basketball, at a bar, or elsewhere, you were talking to a rapist. Not your fault. You can’t tell a rapist apart any better than anyone else can. It’s not like they announce themselves.
But, here’s the thing. It’s very likely that in some of these interactions with these guys, at some point or another, someone told a rape joke. You, decent guy that you are, understood that they didn’t mean it, and it was just a joke. And so you laughed.
Or maybe you didn’t laugh. Maybe it just wasn’t a very funny joke. So maybe you just didn’t say anything at all.
And, decent guy who would never condone rape, who would step in and stop rape if he saw it, who understands that rape is awful and wrong and bad, when you laughed? When you were silent?
That rapist who was in the group with you, that rapist thought that you were on his side. That rapistknew that you were a rapist like him. And he felt validated, and he felt he was among his comrades.
You. The rapist’s comrade.
And if that doesn’t make you feel sick to your stomach, if that doesn’t make you want to throw up, if that doesn’t disturb you or bother you or make you feel like maybe you should at least consider not participating in that kind of humor anymore, not abiding it in your presence, not greeting it with silence…
Well, maybe you aren’t as opposed to rapists as you claim.
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Note: A quick and simple rule for language and behavior if you want to be a decent person: Ask yourself, who is more likely to be made to feel comfortable around me based on whatever I’m about to say/do? Rape survivors? Or rapists? Who is more likely to be made to feel uncomfortable? If you’re doing something that is more likely to make rapists feel comfortable and/or rape survivors feel uncomfortable, then don’t do it!
<source link> - by timemachineyeah
This is well written and eloquent. Some facts to take into consideration next time you do a set.
7 December 2011
There is NO DIFFERENCE between rape and unwanted sex. There is NO DIFFERENCE between sexual assault and being touched by someone you haven’t given permission to. Let’s start by calling things the way they should be called. We should be able to walk around naked if we want to, without being assaulted or raped.
“There is a difference between rape and unwanted (but consensual) sex,”
Nope. There really isn’t. Happy to clear this up.No there isn’t, no there isn’t, no there isn’t.
Wait til you’re in that position and then, kindly, point out the difference!
26 August 2011
Let me just start by saying this is completely my opinion, and my feelings alone, and not representative of anything from any improv theater or performer involved. This is how I perceived that particular person who took center stage at a show I was attending.
The various legal loopholes and political decisions that led to the release of Dominic Strauss Kahn (DSK), whose charges of rape were dropped, have only had one positive effect: rape is now at the fore front of many interesting discussions. My friend Chrissie Gruebel published an excellent piece on her blog that I would recommend you read.
I wanted to talk about ASSSSCAT, the show that closed the Del Close Marathon, a huge improv festival. During the show, comedians on stage invited audience members to tell a true story from their lives, and then improvised a set around it.
At some point during the show, an audience member came to the microphone and started a story that left a weird taste in my mouth. It took me almost two weeks to be able to write about it, because I had a hard time figuring out how to approach this - so I am just going to write about how I experienced his story. Obviously, I can’t speak for anyone else, but I was shocked and uncertain about what to do. At some point, I was going to get up and leave, but I was sitting very close to the stage and didn’t want to disturb the performers.
He started his story by saying that he is a cook/host at Second City in Chicago (justification#1 – he is supposedly part of the community). One evening, a very drunk (justification #2) and older (justification #3) woman was hitting on one of the waiters at Second City. This woman, who was from out of town (justification#4), gave her number to the waiter and asked him to call her (justification#5). The waiter, not interested, shared the story with the rest of the staff and practically forced this cook/host to take the number, even giving him money for the cab (justification#6) to show up at her hotel.
The woman opens the door to her hotel room thinking it was the waiter, but SURPRISE it’s the cook/host. She immediately asks him to leave, but he finds some BS excuse to go get her cell phone so that he can call a friend to come pick him up since he doesn’t have money for the taxi back (another murky part of the story). She goes to get her cell phone, and makes a HUGE mistake: she leaves the hotel room door open.
He enters her room, closes and LOCKS (as his hand gesture suggested during his monologue) the door behind himself. When she comes back, she tells him to leave, again. Instead, he kisses her. Then she asks him to leave, again. Instead, he pushes her on the bed and says that she “straddled him” and was “much stronger than him” (justification#7). Still, she asks him to leave, again.
He said that he then took it to the next “level” WHILE SHE WAS ASKING HIM TO LEAVE. He fingered her violently (he shows that with a hand gesture - at this point everyone is the audience is booing and the performers are basically asking him to shut up, but he keeps talking). SHE ASKS HIM TO LEAVE. He tells her that he won’t until he gets some. I think that at that moment, she understood that she was going to be raped. She asks him if he has a condom (justification#8) and he says “of course” puts on the condom and rapes her.
He finished his story by saying “we didn’t do anything fancy; she just basically lied there and let me do my business.”
So, if you’re a female Second City customer from out of town, you’re a little older and a little drunk, and you are interested in one of the waiters, given all the justifications above, it’s OK that the cook/host shows up in your hotel room and rapes you.
To the performers that night, I don’t know how I would have reacted if I had been on that stage. That’s how professional you all are – it was obvious that you were shocked as we were, but you kept it together and - while siding with the audience - you managed to somehow control the situation as much as possible. I admire your poise and your professionalism.
Second City, I hope you are reading this story and if this guy really works in your establishment, you can identify him and do what’s right.
To the woman who got raped, you probably didn’t press charges because you felt that you had done something wrong and deserved this. You didn’t. You are the victim. Go press charges. Even if they’re dropped, like it was the case against DSK, at least you tried. And if we don’t try, we won’t know, and we won’t move forward and change mentalities.
(Updated at 8:31 pm on 08/25 with the link to the video posted by Stephanie Streisand 38 mns in - I hadn’t seen this and am not going to watch because I can almost recite the whole thing by heart and it was disturbing enough the first time)
(Updated at 9:15 pm on 08/26: The Second City responds to this post and to Jezebel and Splitsider’s follow up posts - Thank you!)
25 August 2011
I’m not surprised that the DSK case was thrown out because the prosecution didn’t feel they could trust the victim. I’m not commenting on whether or not there was innocence or guilt. Actually, Emily Bazelon of Slate.com does a reasonable assessment of the whole thing here.
Cases like this one are difficult. Some aren’t as difficult. But the lingering fact in these stories (and others like them) is the giant fucking elephant in the room.
We live in a rape culture.
You don’t buy it?
Here’s an oversimplified example, but trust, I’m just getting started. Guys, when was the last time you yelled at a female friend for walking alone at night? Ok, now. When was the last time someone yelled at YOU for walking alone at night? It probably never really happens, right? The sentiment is this: Because we live in a rape culture, I am treated as a walking hole that needs to be protected at all times by men otherwise other, bad men will come and try to stick things in me.
Over and over again, the responsibility for not getting raped is placed on mebecause we live in a rape culture. We admonish women for running at night or taking the subway home by themselves after going out drinking ‘til 4 a.m. We make her call when she gets somewhere because her vagina has been unchaperoned for far too long. Because we live in a rape culture, I need to go above and beyond what is normal and acceptable “safe” behavior because otherwise, you know, rape.
Because we live in a rape culture, we only accept victims if they’re wide-eyed heroines. White. Virginal. Professional. College-educated. White. With parents who are married and live in the suburbs. White. No substance-abuse problems, ever. Also: white. Because we live in a rape culture, we only accept rape if these gentle souls get pulled into alleys and “ruined” by a stranger because he is sick, twisted and psychotic. This is the right way someone gets raped.
Because we live in a rape culture, I would be the perfect rape victim for all the aforementioned reasons. But I’ve had sex before in my life, so no dice. I’ve also told lies. And because of this rape culture, every sexual partner I’ve ever had would be trotted out in front of the court to discuss how easy/medium/difficult it was to get me in the sack. Every lie I’ve ever told would be dissected in order to discredit me.
Because we live in a rape culture, guys trying to “slip it in” (even after being told “no”) was an oft-told morning-after story among my group of college girlfriends — and not a single one of us ever considered it rape. No one wanted to be “dramatic about it” because girls cry rape all the time but it’s actually their own fault because who can blame the guy when you’re both already naked? Because we live in a rape culture, we believed these things.
And as such, because we live in a rape culture: YOU get to tell ME all the things I can do to prevent my own rape.
Because we live in a rape culture:
Instead of banning magazine advertisements that use gang-rape imagery to sell clothes or whatever — just tell me to wear pants.
Instead of demanding that our sports heroes not be rapists — just yell at me like my super does when he sees me with my running shoes on at 11 p.m.
Instead of not purchasing video games that let players beat up and murder sex workers — just insist feminists hate and ruin everything.
Instead of refusing to allow the media to use shitty terms like “gray rape” or “date rape” or “forcible sexual contact” — just instruct me on how to keep my drink with me at all times in a public place.
Instead of turning inward and educating ourselves and actively working to change perceptions and behaviors and societal norms — just blame and humiliate the woman who reports her rape and go through all the ways she brought this upon herself before acknowledging any evidence. If there is any evidence left.
Because we live in a rape culture, this is just the tip of the iceberg of what it means to live in a rape culture, but it’s too tiring/not fun/annoying/hysterical to call attention to the rest of it.
So I get how OUTRAGED we all are about DSK, the rape cops, etc. — but it’s stupid to blame the legal system because it’s just a symptom of the larger problem that is (say it with me now): we live in a rape culture.
And the sooner we fucking accept the way things are, the better and faster we can maybe make it better.
Read this.
Chrissie is a beautiful, funny, intelligent lady and this is an amazing piece.
23 August 2011
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