Roe McDermott: He Said Nothing

In 1896, Freud published The Aetiology of Hysteria, where he posited his theory that every woman who presented with hysteria had been the victim of sexual abuse.

Given the sheer numbers of women diagnosed with hysteria, Freud had suddenly implicated hundreds, thousands, countless respectable and well-regarded men with abusing and raping women.

Within a year, Freud had edited his theory, now claiming that hysteria patients were fabricating their memories of abuse.

In an instant, sexual abuse had suddenly been reframed as a problem of the victim.

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I’m tired of always hearing women’s stories of being raped.

Let me clarify: I’m not going to stop reading writing about women being raped. I’m not bored by it, or think it invalid, nor am I not affected it. I’m never not affected by it. I’ve read fictionalised accounts of rape and recovery that literally left me gasping for air. I’ve read memories recalled so perfectly that they unearthed my own deep-rooted emotions and expressed previously unuttered thoughts. I’ve read non-fiction about sexual assault that made me feel a deep, sacred, primordial connection with the writer, united as we are by this experience of embodiment that’s somehow quantum; this oppression and supremacy turned manifest. I’ve written about my own sexual assault, know the feeling of wanting to take ownership of an experience where your most basic autonomy – that over your body – was ignored, violated, decimated. I have been propelled by that desire to emit even the barest tendril of a whisper, just so someone lying on a floor somewhere may hear me and know I survived, that they will too.

But God, I am so fucking tired.

Not of these stories, not of this chorus, not of this essential never ending bloody beating heart of voices. No. I am so fucking tired of the silence. The silence of men. The silence of perpetrators, amidst the cries of victims. The silence about rape as something done by men, compared to the constant howl of rape as something done to women. I’m tired of not reading writing by men about their capacity to rape. I’m tired of hearing, “She was raped” and not, “He raped her.” I’m tired of the silent passive, and the absolution it offers. I am so fucking tired of the silence.

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“I think surely some percentage of women hasn’t been raped. I don’t know though, really. Perhaps this is the kind of thing I could find out on Google.”

~ Claudia Rankine, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely.

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After the heinous events in Ferguson last year, the ever-searing Chris Rock gave an interview to Rolling Stone, in which he highlighted how the language of racial discourse and “racial progress” perpetuates a victim-blaming fallacy.

“When we talk about race relations in America or racial progress, it’s all nonsense,” Rock said. “There are no race relations. White people were crazy. Now they’re not as crazy. To say that black people have made progress would be to say they deserve what happened to them before.”

What Rock so astutely highlighted was the subtle narrative framing that places the victim rather than the perpetrator at the centre of the narrative. It ensures that the story remains one-sided.

It ensures that the story will never end.

This narrative framing also applies to rape. While writing by women who have been raped or sexually assaulted is hugely important, the absence of a reply by men about their capacity to sexually assault or rape is what has come to define this cultural monologue. By only showing one side of the narrative, we implicitly frame rape and sexual assault as things that happen to women, not as acts that are caused and committed by men. The focus is always on the victim, for as we raise our voices, as we share our stories, as we present our abused bodies for examination and submit our accounts for scrutiny, we become hyper visible; our pain radioactive, our words waiting to be dismissed, our statements ready for cross-examination.

Meanwhile, the perpetrator remains invisible, silent, intangible, abstract.

Humanity has never done well dealing with abstracts, with complex systems of abuse. We need problems and perpetrators to be simple, recognisable; grounded not just in humanity but specific human beings, because when we can blame a problem on one individual, then we can punish them and pretend that the problem is solved. But since you can’t interrogate an abstract, can’t demand reductive answers or dole out easy punishments, we project our need to find someone guilty onto the victim. We ask what they did wrong, what they could have, should have done to prevent this, cloak ourselves in the delusion that understanding what the victim went through can help us avoid the same fate.

This is a lie.

We’ve say that rape culture’s problem is based on He Said, She Said, but it’s not. Male on female rape is only She Said, as men enjoy the privilege of getting to stay quiet. And when only one party speaks, that’s the only testimony we can examine, it’s the only evidence we have to disprove. And so we tear it to shreds, and call that justice. We call it balance. We call it by everything except its name, because men refuse to identify it as themselves.

Men are pleading the fifth, refusing to speak in case they implicate themselves, in case they admit their own propensity for violence. And we’re defending their silence, saying it’s their right, complicitly agreeing that their right to not examine themselves takes priority over women’s right not to be scared walking down the street, not to have to worry if their outfit will be later declared a provocation, not to have to think of her sexual history as a rap sheet, an invitation, an excuse.

Men’s right to not discuss rape has taken precedence over women’s right not to be raped.

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“Here is a painting…The title of the painting is: Brilliant Women Talking About Rape Again (Instead of Talking About Their Art Or Any Other Topic.) … There’s this frustration I feel when I’m sitting with a brilliant and talented friend and I realise that for the past 20 or 30 minutes, we’ve just been talking about rape: our rapes, rape in general, rapists, rape culture, date rape, rape statistics, TV rape, rape apologists, rape flashbacks, celebrity rapists, our rapists.”

~ Amy Berkowitz, Tender Points

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I no longer wonder if my female friends have ever experienced sexual violence. I don’t have to; I know. The one in four always find the other ones in four. And we talk about it. Because we can’t not talk about it.  We can’t keep the words from tumbling out our mouths, can’t stop talking about that day, that night, that party, that bathroom, that bedroom, that beach. Can’t stop wondering why no-one believed us, why we didn’t even believe it at first, why we couldn’t tell, why when we finally did it didn’t matter anyway, why it happened to us again, wondering if will keep happening, rattling off statistics about women who have suffered abuse or sexual violence being likely to suffer abuse or sexual violence again, wondering why statistics are written this way, why this is yet another thing pitched as our fault, why those statistics can’t be about how men who abuse and sexually assault women are more likely to target women who have been abused before.

The framing matters. If we really believed it didn’t, we wouldn’t be so careful about it, so deliberate, so obedient to the script. It would naturally be more demographic. But we know the framing matters. So we frame rape as women’s problem. Always women’s problem.

I wonder if men ever sit around with other men and spend time talking about their capacity for sexual violence, repacking their behaviour from that day, that night, that party, that bathroom, that bedroom, that beach. Sharing stories about the time they wanted to fuck a woman, and she didn’t want to, and they kept trying to convince her. Agreeing that sometimes when a girl is unconscious, they’re tempted to look at her body, to touch her, because they can. Pointing out women to each other, judging their outfits or their behaviour or their sobriety and concurring that those women would be less likely to say no, to make a fuss, to fight back. Meeting younger women, vulnerable women, previously abused women, and intuiting that they’d stay quiet. Remembering times they’ve caught themselves thinking that they could overpower a woman.  Confiding in each other about the time they didn’t take no for an answer. Crying that they’re scared they’re going to do it again. That they’ve read statistics about how men who commit sexual violence are likely to be repeat offenders. 

I wonder if they actually realised at the time that they were sexually assaulting a woman, or if it hit them later. I wonder if they call themselves rapists.

I don’t think they do. I don’t think they call themselves anything. I don’t think they have to. While women sit around talking about whether we’re ‘victims’ or ‘survivors’, I don’t think men are talking about themselves at all.

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Let’s do some maths.

If one in four women experience sexual violence, then one in four men probably commit it. If we’re accounting for repeat assaulters, maybe it’s one in five. But then, many of the one in four women will experience sexual violence by more than one man, so it’s back to one in four men. And these statistics are only based on rapes that researchers know about, which is bound to be less than the actual number. So is it one in three men will commit acts of sexual violence in their lifetime? One in two?

Why isn’t this the math lesson? Why aren’t these the posters? Why is it always “One in four women will be raped in their lifetime” and not “One in four men will rape a woman in their lifetime”?

There’s that passive verb again. There’s the framing. There’s the silence.

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“It is even the case that the use of language to express truths is, for the Classical Age, intimately tied to naming. Of course, only propositional judgements, not names, are strictly true or false. But naming things properly is the key to formulating true propositions. ‘If all names were exact, if the analysis upon which they are based had been perfectly thought out… there would be no difficulty in pronouncing true judgements…’ This is because it is through the proper naming of things that language enables us to move from the vague confusion of resemblances to the identities and differences that define their true reality.”

~ Gary Gutting, Michel Foucault’s Archaeology of Scientific Reasoning

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Any psychologist will tell you that you can’t help someone who doesn’t admit they have a problem, that you can’t change someone who doesn’t want to change, that interventions and pleas won’t work if the person isn’t open to hearing them.

Addicts are rarely incentivised to give up their drug of choice unless it’s ruining their life, unless it’s become unbearable to live with, unless it’s damaging them.

Are men addicted to their privilege? To staying silent? And if they refuse to acknowledge that rape is their problem, well then, it must be the victim’s. It must be women’s.

“I don’t have a problem.”

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“A jarring book.” “An eye-opening essay.” “A shocking poem.” “A conversation-changing film.” “Revealing.” “Provocative.”  “A wake-up call.”

A wake-up call? Are you kidding me? Half the population has been crying in your eardrum, have been putting mirrors in your eyeballs, have been pulling at your larynx trying to get you to answer us. We’ve been clawing at your hand and screaming for help for our entire lives. Don’t you dare tell us you were asleep. You weren’t asleep. You were ignoring us. You pretended to nap through our rapes and now you want to feign a yawn and a stretch and claim all we needed to do to wake you up was leave the right book on your nightstand.

And why did you leave it to someone else to wake you up, anyway? You’re a grown man. You didn’t consider it your own responsibility to know how night and day works? You never once thought that maybe you should open the curtains? Trust me, the world will do the rest if you let it. The world always finds a way of revealing itself to those who really want to see it.

And yet so often we ignore the day-to-day reality, wait for the fictionalised version, the book, the film. Women constantly offer to share their real accounts of rape and assault, and instead society decides to focus on fiction. Maybe it’s because there, they can voice all their doubts under the guise of artistic criticism. By speaking of fictional rape victims, we can discuss their “likeability” and blame the author’s writing instead of ourselves for even needing that to be an issue. We We can call it traumatic, evocative – but we can close the book when it becomes too much. As consumers, we can silence characters, choose when to stop listening.

“Have you heard about rape culture?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it, haven’t read it yet. Going to wait for the film.”

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It’s not up to women to prevent rape. It shouldn’t be up to women to always be the ones talking about rape. Rape is not our problem to solve.

Women talking about rape isn’t going to change things.

But we’re expected to do it, alone.

And I’m so fucking tired.

Roe McDermott is a journalist, arts critic and sex columnist who writes for Hot Press and the Dublin Inquirer. Her writing has also appeared on Fanny.ie and The Rumpus. In 2014, she was awarded a Fulbright scholarship to undertake an MA in Sexuality Studies. Her research topic is an exploration of the experiences of Irish women who have travelled to the UK to have abortions. Roe currently lives in San Francisco, where she’s working on her first collection of essays, indulging her book-buying addiction, and figuring out where home is. She spends too much time tweeting from @roemcdermott

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5 thoughts on “Roe McDermott: He Said Nothing

  1. What made me a Rapist?

    20 December 2013

    Recent #DelhiGangRape has left me thinking how to bring up my 2 year old daughter so that she can be saved from such atrocity. I will send her to karate class, no said my wife, we will train her to be dancer, no said her uncle we will train her to be a painter. Karate I shouted, wife said ok I think she realized. I asked my daughter to hit me hard & in return I hit her back softly. We played mock fighting she giggled until she fell asleep. My father came & gave final decision to let her be whatever she wants. Lying next to her I was thinking of me as a kid.

    We are two brothers , our favorite way to tease each other was call the other sister; I always won as It was easy to recall girls names starting from S.Today when I think back & wonder, we as boys were so annoyed by just being compared with girls. I wonder if my daughter will feel bad being a girl. Again I started thinking of making her strong & immune to any weakness.Karate, Boxing, wrestling, wife came & I felt that she read my mind still I told her that I want my daughter to be stronger.She said OK, pulled our daughter next to her & slept.

    I went back to childhood; I was growing & was 12 when a classmate gave me few cards which had naked grownup men & women in different positions. I puked then & there. I saw every boy considered “hero type” in school carrying& exchanging those cards. DD National TV those days played an English serial Street Hawk in which a “Hero type” biker kissed his girl and it was good enough for me to fantasize at that age of hormonal pressure. Next day I saw the cards and I was no longer guilty but excited, few months later I watched a blue film (porn) in which white masculine men thrust so hard on ladies that they cried. I did not like it the first time at all, but watched it to stand among grown-up-Hero types and it also coincided my hormones obviously. In a months time a boy in class was molested at swimming pool by a senior who was school captain for wrestling team. This incident left an impression on us friends, stronger can f**k the weaker.

    There was no guidance from parents or any formal-informal education about sex at school. This made us strives just to be strong so that when it is time we can dominate & not get dominated. One day our physical education teacher saw those cards & he checked our bags to discover cards in everyone’s bag. Incident reached the vice principle who was a lady, she took all the girls to a hall & lectured about how to save themselves & all girls should wear only salwars & not skirts. In our class we were able to see the differentiation between girls & boys after the vice-principle’s lecture. But what surprised me was we were not summoned in her office, were not punished at all, which gave us sort of legitimacy to our strength. Here started a time when I along with group of friends started teasing girls, who after VPs lecture avoided us. A change in mindset had crippled in and touching, teasing these un-opposing girls become a way to show I am grown stronger.

    Today when I heard about #DelhiGangRape & tried to read mindset of culprits I find myself a potential rapist, who teased, touched, commented vulgarly. Who once thought girls are weaker & that’s why can be violated easily.Fortunately I dint find any girl alone on the bus or otherwise I would have been behind the bars or may be among the lucky free potential rapists but definitely would have shown my strength.

    Today I am changed man. Age, education, friends, family & daughter has converted me. Yes one can say I converted for selfish reason of having a family but I learned a better lesson which I am sharing here. But I wonder if the mindset of that hormone age group (puberty) also changed? -NO- my days of street hawk, dirty cards,video cassettes of blue movie has become more accessible to school goers. Technology in hands of teens has led to MMS scandals in every part of Indian society. The porn market in India is worth lakhs of crores .Teenagers are there major customers. Categorization according to customer of porn market is also being done as double x , triple x , English, Hindi, local language, gang rape, threesome, scandals, leaked videos. Ex girlfriends, just18 and list goes on to serve the fantasies. One thing which has not changed in this technological advancement of porn bazaar is masculinity- weakness of male & female respectively. It is because the customers most of the times are male who like to be in commanding position and female always acts as if she enjoys company of macho stronger men punishing/violating/shoving her. No soft/erotic porn easily available in India

    Mirror of male dominated society can be sensed in cinema entertainment & advertisement world. Taking mileage of this masculine mindset, bikes are tag-lined as ‘definitely male’, marketing managers are teasing customers that only their bikes ‘make it male’, ads of mardo wali cream & daily serials showing women as weaker sex reminds me of old days when we hated being called a girl by my brother & feel ad-makers have done a study of customers mind. From kingfisherto desi daru every liquor advertisement has big posters of women in swimsuit & promise of strength after drinking it (Peeyoge Jagadhari, Milegi Bahaduri-local Haryanvi liquor). On other hand advertisement promoting ladies product want them to look like a showpiece (Actually it is only a lady who admire (or be jealous) another doll type, tender,born-to- get-married-type lady not the men). Softness, fairness, jewelry etc make them weak & not sweet in eyes of male who just try to prove their strength. When my wife tells me her wish to train our daughter as a dancer & all these advertisement girls start dancing in my mind & I jump to Karate.

    We need to acknowledge the puberty pressure in our teenagers, categorize youth according to age & make sex education compulsory.Obviously there is a space for porn in society but instead of censoring them can we run cultural development campaigns simultaneously. To make this happen our policy makers need to know what teens are doing for example if they are browsing porn out of curiosity can there be a site which will educate them about hormones stage of their bodies. Also make them understand that rape is not about sex or showing strength but unnatural & violent.

    Sex is very religious heavenly & natural, it’s not just about pleasure it’s also about getting a chance to bring a new life to earth. It is not about just reaching orgasm; it’s about reaching there together. More you please others more it is a pleasure for you. I call it religious because we had scriptures, temples, Gods of sex, but we have lost the wisdom, we need to recreate it. A culture development system focused on youth is required which sensitize tomorrow’s citizens about their bodies and that of opposite gender. Educate them that it is not about strong versus week or women versus men. Patriarch society members already giving solution like banning online porn and are up against the sex education but are not going to the roots of it. Section of society is mature enough to talk about sex with their kids, but for universalizing it inculcating it through education system is best Idea, it just needs a positive push & time is NOW.

    @vikassinghsai

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