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A Victim's Open Letter...
Dr. Blasey Ford: White Privileged Survivor
by Beth Pierce
This is a #MeToo story. I didn’t think I’d ever write one, because I don’t particularly like the movement. I’ve dealt with my experiences and moved on. But after the Kavanaugh/Blasey Ford hearing on September 27, I suddenly felt obligated to tell my story.
As an actual survivor of sexual and physical abuse, I decided to share only a few details of my past, now that victims of abuse like me are being exploited to suit a political agenda. This, I believe, needs to be called out.
I’m a millennial. I was raised in an atheist and feminist household. My dad was absent unless he wanted to hurt us; so we got a restraining order against him when I was 14. I converted to Catholicism in my late teens. I’ve come from real abuse at his hands, both sexual and physical, and I live with a permanent physical disability which he inflicted on me as a baby.
I know something about abuse, in other words, and yet I don’t have words to describe how sick and offended I felt while listening to Christine Blasey Ford use her alleged sexual abuse to try to derail the appointment of a pro-life judge. Why would she do that?
She says she’s a victim. Okay, but a victim of what? According to her own story, nothing happened—at least nothing that is remotely like real abuse.
If her story is true, she was pushed onto a bed, the bedroom of which she had entered freely, and her “attacker” then “grinded” on her for a bit, through several layers of clothing, and then went away, having gone no further.
So, what are we talking about here. She got scared that something bad might happen, but then it didn’t? If this is true, and I don’t care if it is, then she’s a victim of what? She says she’s a survivor? Again, of what? Of being scared for a few minutes?
Perhaps Dr. Ford needs to be told what abuse really feels like? What fear really means? Because judging from her own “testimony”, she clearly has no idea.
When I heard her testimony I actually sat there waiting for the part where it got bad. It seemed the whole country was Team Blasey Ford, so I figured her allegations must be pretty terrible. I waited… but it never got there. It never got bad. She quivered and quaked over a little grinding and shushing, and—worst of all, said she—some laughter. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
There was no rape, no molestation, not even harassment since minors messing around at an underage drinking party in the 1980s hardly rises to that level, and to suggest that it does only decriminalizes the behavior of a pig like Harvey Weinstein. So let’s not go there.
And what was the boy in Ford’s account really going to do with his friend present in the room? Both boys went away laughing, she said, not taking it seriously. Rapists don’t generally treat their object lightly. They attack when you’re alone, in secret, and they’re deadly serious. They dominate completely and subjugate with threats. They don’t walk away, I know this.
Ford’s story is about a boy trying to have some fun with a girl who wasn’t up for it, and it ended without conquest. He’s not a nice kid, whoever he was. He deserved a slap across the face. But a rapist? Only someone who’s never been raped would suggest something so stupid—that callously minimizes what actual rape victims have been through.
So, again, Dr. Ford is a victim of what? Of embarrassment? Some aggressive flirtation? Five minutes of fleeting fear which never materialized into anything more than that?
This is a nothing burger even if you feel like believing her story—which you don’t have to, because no one beside Ford can confirm that her aggressor was indeed Brett Kavanagh, the pro-life SC nominee whose personal life was evidently so uneventful that his attackers have to go all the way back to high school to dig up enough alleged misdemeanors to make him unfit to serve.
What’s this all about? Most women who grew up in the promiscuous 1980s can tell similar stories and yet don’t pretend to have suffered lasting trauma from it. Where is this woman’s case? Why did this high school blip of a story make it all the way the Supreme Court? Have we lost our minds completely?
If this woman couldn’t handle an aggressive come-on from an Anthony Michael Hall character wannabe, how did she handle the culture in which she grew up—the culture in which the sex fiend Madonna was queen of the dunghill? Her story is lifted straight out of a dozen coming-of-age movies from the 1980s, only this one wouldn’t have scored the R-rating of Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Dr. Ford’s story is an example of a rather pathetic symptom of the degenerating culture at the time that had come directly from the sexual revolution of the 60s and 70s.
So, this woman who claims to be a feminist; who has a job, husband, children; who vacations in Tahiti—she’s the victim of what? How dare she pretend to represent those who have been raped, beaten, cowed, oppressed, made to feel that they were utterly helpless, unlovable, un-wantable, damaged. Blasey Ford, who was hit on at 15, is a survivor? Please!
She is a feminist of the new variety: the privileged white liberal feminists of first world countries who need victim status to feel relevant. They watch The View and shed great big tears over Oprah segments but apparently can’t “do whatever a man can do, only better”. Not at all. They’re not Rosie the Riveter. They’re not even Hanoi Jane. They’re not fierce. Rather than competing with men they can only tattle on them, as part of their decades-long hissy fit that seeks to terminate anything they can’t handle--from babies to men’s rights to now a conservative Supreme Court justice. These are female supremacists, and sexists in the extreme. A bunch of whining teenage girls and crying little babies.
Here’s your I Am Woman of 2018. Watch me roar? Not quite! But watch me whimper, whine and vocal fry for the TV cameras!
Blasey Ford is a feminist because privileged white liberal women need a cause, too, and in order to have a cause these days you’d better establish yourself as a victim—even if you’re only the victim of some snot-nosed kid who spooked you back in high school.
Now she’s going to use her victimhood to destroy the reputation of a good man, and America—to its everlasting shame—is going to jump on her bandwagon? It’s unbelievable.
Real victims should be outraged by this blatant exploitation. If Ford gets to say #metoo, then the whole MeToo movement has no credibility. Every girl who ever received an unwanted catcall gets to be a victim, and I refuse to stand with such crap!
And while Ford is a pretty questionable victim, Brett Kavanaugh is looking more like a real one every day. I have no special love for the man, but it’s pretty clear to everyone who hasn’t burned a bra that he’s the victim of white liberal privileged feminists, positively panic-stricken that they might lose their right to kill their babies someday.
Judge Kavanaugh, his wife, his two daughters—they must be destroyed because someday, somehow, this man might approve legislation that would force women to assume responsibility for their own sexual activity again, and we can’t have that. So, we need to take this man down... even if that means making a mockery of real sex abuse victims by rending our hoodies over an attempted make-out session between two minors almost 40 years ago.
What’s this really about? The Democrats on the Senate Judiciary Committee have admitted it over and over again: Roe v Wade; this is about a pro-life judge; this is about a perceived threat to the momentum of the anti-life establishment. Plus, this is one more way to extend the middle finger to President Trump, while feeling oh-so-self-righteous in the process. We are standing with victims! Look at us stand!
As one brave new feminist scrawled on her picket sign: “Roe-Yes, Kava-Nope!” (Well said, sweetheart, but ever wonder why you care so much?)
And of course, the media are playing these feminists too, since in matters of women’s health (read: “birth control and abortion”), there is no more militant fanbase than the activists posing as journalists over at MSNBC and CNN. The media have sicced their chosen agents on a good man and a pro-lifer, and these agents are “gallantly” standing in solidarity with a woman who says she was seriously traumatized by some dorky kid back in the 1980s.
They get to weep when she weeps and turn her drama into their own and post pictures of themselves on social media, holding cards with self-righteous phrases such as: “I need feminism because patriarchy took my voice!” But no one thinks it’s strange that on one woman’s word alone, a man gets ruined? No more due process? No presumed innocence? Just guilt by accusation? Do they think this will somehow not come back to haunt them? Do they imagine this is somehow not the stuff of anarchy? I wonder who Dr. Ford thinks will be there to protect her granddaughters once this recipe for political and social chaos becomes the norm.
If Ford really was traumatized that night, that’s unfortunate. But she lives in the United States of the Privileged in 2018, and women like her aren’t oppressed. Some people suck, sometimes bad things happen, but grow a backbone, Blasey, and get over it. If this precious wuss is what the mighty feminist movement has produced, then clearly feminism has set women back centuries.
These radical feminists still have a cause at all only because they’ve moved the goalposts. It’s not about liberation and equality; it’s not fair treatment and just wages and strong, independent women. No, it’s just a full-fledged assault on masculinity where women can compete only by eliminating the competition, which means expanding their own rights beyond all reasonable proportions and terminating men’s completely. Now we’re equal!
And of course, safeguarding the “right” to have sex however they want it and then murder the consequences—this is the essence of feminism in 2018.
Yeah, don’t forget—this is all about abortion.
My father wanted me aborted because I was an unplanned pregnancy. My parents were young and unwed and not Catholic, so my mom could have easily been persuaded, but she didn’t go through with it. I don’t think I need to mention how grateful I am.
I’m here today because of a strong woman—my mother, a single mom, a survivor. As a victim of abuse, it’d be a cold day in hell before I’d side with Dr. Ford. In fact, between the two of them, Kavanaugh and Ford, I’ll stick with the pro-life judge. I think he’s got my back a little more than the volatile and unhinged feminists do, or than their willing accomplices in the media which would use my story and that of so many victims to promote their own agendas, without asking any of us what’s actually best for us or what we really want. Because it’s not about us, not really. It’s about them.
If #MeToo gives me a voice, then here’s what I’d like to say: I don’t hate men. I hate BS. I hate manipulation and exploitation. I don’t need to get even with anybody. The man who hurt me is a pathetic loser. But I’ve moved on with my life, grateful for the good men who stood by me when my own father wasn’t there. I don’t want to be angry, I don’t want to stay broken. I want to live in a country where moral standards are respected—standards which exist in the first place to protect innocence and decency and where the victims of the worst abuse of all—abortion—are given a chance to live, even as I was.
I want to live in the security and freedom which come with a God-centered society, and one which regards life as the greatest prize, and every soul as equal. This would be justice for victims. Vindictiveness, polarization, rage, protests—that’s for manipulative men…and women oppressed by their own propped-up victimhood.
No thank you! Time to move on, ladies. As a woman and an actual victim of sex abuse, I stand with Judge Kavanaugh, and I refuse to be represented by Dr. Blasey Ford or any of the other angry activists our pro-abort politicians might trot out to make fools of us all.