Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Sun Promotes Rape Myths

In its new campaign against rape, the Sun newspaper promotes the usual hate-filled feminist myths.

  • They complain about the low percentge of convictions, but they mention nothing about false allegations. Check out this story. An innocent man spent time inside, and the false accuser remains anonymous.
  • They ask their readers to 'spot the rapist' from a line-up of male models. This is a disgrace. Let's have a line-up of female models and ask us to 'spot the serial false accuser'.
  • They have stories such as 'Trafficked to be teen sex-slave' even though the UN has stated that men are the people most likely to be trafficked for forced labour.
  • They say "As part of the campaign we are calling for a dedicated 24-hour helpline for victims and more special centres which victims can attend after attacks" We already have such a telephone line. The number is 999. As for 'special centres', what is wrong with police stations and hospitals? How many 'special centres' are enough? This is an attempt to privatise the emergency services by the back door, and deliver them into the hands of a cadre of self-appointed professional feminist activists. This has to be stopped.
  • Since taking over as editor of the Sun, Rebekah Wade has constantly filled her paper with campaigns against domestic violence and rape. The ironic thing is that she was arrested for committing domestic violence against her husband.
  • As editor of the News of the World, Wade was the one responsible for publishing mug-shots of alleged paedophiles (all male, of course), which led to public disorder, and drove offenders underground, making them more difficult to monitor.

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Sunday, September 10, 2006

Where to, guv?

I went to a party last night, and I took a cab home in the small hours of the morning. As we were speeding through the darkened streets of London, I got talking to the driver. He was a middle-aged man from Cyprus. He'd been an office worker all his life, but as he got older and work became harder to find, he'd turned to cab-driving. He was divorced, and his family lives nearly 200 miles away in Manchester. If he wants to see them he has to take time off work. He works the night shift all the time now, because there is less traffic around at that time, and he has no-one to go home to.

As I looked out at the apparently empty streets, I thought about the small armies of workers who were wide awake. Columns of orange-dressed men spend their waking hours marching along black, rat-infested tunnels beneath the streets, so that in the morning, office workers like me can ride the tube to work. In those same office blocks, now deserted, solitary security guards spend the night pacing the corridors, or slumped in front of monitors as the hours crawl by. They make minimum wage, in exchange for which - if the chips are down - they are expected to confront armed criminals, putting their lives on the line to protect property they can never hope to own. The armies of truck drivers collecting garbage, delivering bread, milk, newspapers, mail and food. The cops cruising the city night, keeping a protective eye on things as we sleep, the firemen playing cards as they wait for the call. The ambulance men probably don't have much time for card-games, picking up one abusive drunk or traumatised crash victim after another. These armies of faceless working men are the life-blood of this great city, its immune system. Without them the city would quickly die.

My driver tells me that his cab company has a contract with the education authorities to take kids to school every day. It's awkward because they have to have a female escort, and it can be hard to find one.

"Why do they have to have a female escort?" I ask him.

He shrugs. "Those are the rules. A lot of these kids have behavioural problems and they have to have a female escort".

My ears have pricked up. "Why can't they have a male escort?".

"Well in fact a few of them do. Some of the older ones, 12 and 13 year olds, are quite violent towards their escorts, and they give those ones to men".

"So they always have to have a female escort unless they're violent, in which case they are given a male escort?"

"Yeah, that's right".

I shake my head in grim amusement at this. If men are able to deal with the worst of these kids, then there is no reason why they shouldn't be able deal with the easiest ones too. This policy makes absolutely no sense from a logical point of view. If the policy was that children had to have a same-sex escort, that might at least make more sense. What risks are these men exposed to? How exactly are they supposed to restrain a violent, disturbed, verbally-abusive teenager, especially a girl, without leaving themselves open to accusations of abuse?

The middle-class feminists in the local authorities have pulled another nice little trick. They have got themselves a monopoly on caring for children. Only they can do it. Men are not good enough. Guaranteed cushy jobs for the girls. Except when it gets too hard for them of course, and then they give up and go crawling to men for help. Or looking at it another way, they keep all the easy, safe work for themselves, and hand all the shitty, dangerous work over to men to do.

I'm reminded of the policy of British Airways, Quantas and Air New Zealand. They will not allow an unaccompanied minor to sit next to a man. After loading, they will ask the man to change seats with a woman. It's very likely that other airlines operate the same disgraceful policy. I tell my driver about it. He agrees with me.

"There are six billion people in the world", he says. "That means three billion of them are men. We hear all this stuff about paedophiles on the news, but they don't take into account the mass of decent, ordinary men".

"And even if you were a paedophile, what could you possibly do on a crowded plane full of people?"

Quite so. But is is not about child protection. It has nothing to do with that. It is by subtle, largely unpublicised, passive-aggressive methods such as this, that the cultural demonisation of men has been achieved. And that is the real agenda.

My driver drops me near my apartment. I thank him, and as I walk through the pre-dawn quiet, thinking only of the comfortable bed that awaits me, I pass a man lying unconscious in the gutter. From his long hair and beard I can tell he is homeless, and has been for some time. I wonder what he was like as a kid at school, mischevous and full of hope for the future. Somewhere, some time, he fell off the ladder, or was pushed off, and now has nothing left except to beg for money for cheap booze to keep out the cold and the pain. A living death. If I lost my job, I could find myself down there all too easily. There, but for the grace of my friends, go I.

People in that position are almost always men, have you noticed that? If you're a woman, and you lose your footing, there are plenty of branches to grab on to on the way down. You can attach yourself to some man, and live off him. You can seek help from Christian or feminist charities. You can even make a living as a prostitute if you have to. If you are a man, and you stumble, it's easy to go all the way down. There is just nothing in the way to stop you.

For all our wealth, technology and sophistication, this is still a deeply sick society. Feminism is one of the main sources of the sickness.

But even despite all of this, thanks to those armies of faceless working men, and their tireless efforts, this is still a great city.