women who are down who are paying the freight for al the
rest; the women who have been pushed up even a smidge
have taken to acting as if everything is al right or wil be soon.
Their arguments are not with men or even with subgroups of
men, for instance, pimps. They smile and make nice with the
men. Their arguments are with me or other militants. Being a
militant simply requires fighting sexual abuse - the right of a
rapist, the right of a pimp, the right of a john, the right of an
incest-daddy to use or intimidate or coerce girls or women.
A young woman just out of college says that date rape does
not happen, and the media conspire to make her rich and
famous.
A woman of no intellectual distinction writes a 3, 000-page
book, or so it seems, and she is celebrated - she becomes rich
and famous.
The wealthy wife of a multimil ionaire writes longingly
about being a stay-at-home mother. Feminists, she says, have
made that too hard - as she pursues a golden career writing
(without talent) about how she wants to be home mopping
up infant vomit.
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A middle-class English feminist of ferocious mediocrity
spends her time charting the eating disorders of her betters.
They are not so evident on the landscape now, but there
were so-called feminists who published in Playboy , Hustler ,
and Penthouse and penned direct attacks on feminists fighting
pornography and prostitution. There were women labeled
feminist who wrote pornographic scenarios in which the
so-called fantasies were the rape of other feminists, usually
named and sometimes drawn but always recognizable; one at
least has become a male through surgery - her head and heart
were always right there.
Making fun of the victims was even more commonplace
than making fun of the feminists fighting in behalf of those
who had been raped or prostituted.
It became an insult to be cal ed or considered a victim, even
when one had been victimized. The women in pornography
and prostitution had not been victimized just once or by a
stranger; more often the family tree was a poison tree - sexual
abuse grew on every branch. Only in the United States could
second-class citizens (women) be proud to disown the experiences of sisters (prostitutes), stand up for the predator, and minimize sexual abuse - this after thirty-five years spent
fighting for the victim’s right to live outside the dynamic of
exploitation. “If you’re ignorant to what’s going on around
you, ” said one former prostitute, "or haven’t got the education
to bring yourself out of that, you stay there. And so it
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becomes from the little go-go dancer to the strip-tease dancer
to the glamorous effect to pornography, [and] coaxing other
women into doing the same thing because I was a strong
woman. Coming from a woman it sounds better, it comes
across better, and I didn’t realize I was doing it until I got the
chance to do some healing. In the long run I was being tricked
into it just like every other woman out there. ”
What does it mean if you cal yourself a feminist, have the
education, and act like a designer-special armed guard to keep
women prostituting?
It is true, I think, that at the beginning, in the early years,
feminists did not and could not imagine women hurting other
women on purpose - being so morally or politically cor upt.
The naivete was stunning; betrayal is always an easier choice.
One follows the patriarchal nar ative by blaming the incest-
mothers, the Chinese mothers who bound their daughters’
feet, the bad mothers in the fairy tales. One did not want to
fol ow the patriarchal nar ative. But is it not the political
responsibility of feminists to figure out the role of female-to-
female betrayal in upholding male supremacy? Isn’t that
necessary? And how can one do what is necessary if one is too
cowardly to face the truth?
The truth of a bad or incapacitated mother is a hard truth
to face. As one woman said, “I was forced to be the head of
the family because my mother couldn’t do it. She was in a
mental institution. ” Another woman said, “My mother was
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scared for men to be around [because] al my sisters were al
molested by this man, and so she protected us from him, but
a lady came in my life who seduced me and molested me also.
I was twelve, and I thought I was safe. ” So there she was, the
bad mother or the betraying mother or the incapacitated
mother or the unknowing mother; and each had her own sadness or ter or.
Not too many prostituting women got past twelve without
being sexual y abused, and not too many were childless, and
not too many lived lives as teenagers and adults without men
abusing them: “I was into drugs, in the limelights and the
glamorous life, and thought I was bet er than the whores on
the streets ’cause what I did was drove fancy cars and travel
around in airplanes, al this shit, but I was stil in the same pain
as everybody else, [and] instead of using men I started using
women for whatever my needs was. ” The media antifeminists
are not unlike the woman-using prostitutes and the strung-out
mothers - their venom goes in the direction of other women
because it is easier than taking on men. Is this ever going to
stop?
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People play life as if it’s a game, whereas each step is a real
step. The shock of being unable to control what happens,
especially the tragedies, overwhelms one. Someone dies;
someone leaves; someone lies. There is sickness, misery, loneliness, betrayal. One is alone not just at the end but al the time. One tries to camouflage pain and failure. One wants
to believe that poverty can be cured by wealth, cruelty by
kindness; but neither is true. The orphan is always an orphan.
The worst immorality is in apathy, a deadening of caring
about others, not because they have some special claim but
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