
Bells said:
There are so many things wrong with that whole story, I wouldn't know where to begin.
Let us go ahead and start with
everyone else's discomfort. The Duggars are an emblematic caricature of rape culture, even for those who would assert there is no such thing. It is part of that weird unsettling people experience that makes these people fascinating in the first place. Something about them isn't just unusual, but distressingly so and often in an abstract way.
Thus, the words that cut into the soul:
We already knew.
Isn't that a terrible feeling?
To know that somebody is being hurt, and do nothing? Whatever legal and moral excuses we want to make, yeah, they probably work out fine. After all, who am
I to go playing supercop, right?
It's kind of like the Michael Jackson thing, in a way, except more so. I don't need testimony about sweaty shirtless little boys and front desk deliveries of Vaseline; most of us don't need that kind of testimony. Much like the idea of looking at a group of people and counting off the numbers―at least one of them is gay ... at least one of them is a closet atheist ... at least one of them is a Scorpio, for Heaven's sake―we might look at specific cohorts and know that some circumstance will eventually become true.
We don't know when or where it's happening, but you know how it goes; some folks just make us uneasy, and we can't explain why. And for most people, it has to do with the baby factory aspect, but even then they can't really put their fingers on it, and that is in part because American society, generally speaking, either is not aware of, or else rejects the proposition of rape culture.
But when you are famous in part because of a decision to (A) be a vessel that receives a man's seed and carries his offspring, and (B) seek fame for it, yes, you are a caricature of rape culture. And as we looked upon this flotilla of running jokes Americans have but don't necessarily understand, yes, the spectacle made us uneasy.
And this is
one of the reasons why.
Statistically speaking, we
know this will happen.
Observationally, we have every reason to believe it will happen in a setting that empowers such behavior.
There is a reason we are uneasy, even if it is just our subconscious minds stitching together fragments of information we've picked up along the way: One in four girls, one in five boys. Doctrine and delusion; the immeasurable value of the human soul armored in superstitious self-interest.
One of the worst things I ever did for―or to―myself, and, let us be fair, to anyone else, was walk down the street one day and keep a private count in my head. One, two, three ...
her. She will be raped. One, two, three, four ...
him. That little boy will know the moment. One, two, three ...
her. It's her turn ...
tonight.
It is an interesting exercise, and very, very depressing. And I can tell you what will stop you in your tracks: "One, two three ...
her ... er ... I mean ... oh."
Because, you know, sometimes there is just something about the way a person looks. And we also know life doesn't work that way; she doesn't get a pass tonight just because it was her turn last night.
And, to be honest, that puts an end to the exercise. There is a certain appearance. A look. An aura. And, you know, in adventure novels, you always say that about the guy who has "done work", who has killed for money. You can see it in his eyes, in how he carries himself.
For rape survivors, it's not just an appearance of shellshock or something like that. Once you've seen the expression, marked the motions, received into your conscience all the cues you can't properly catalog but would beg there be a God that you could pray to blot it all out, you start hoping it's some other trauma. You can't
unsee it, and then you start thinking you see it everywhere. And somewhere in there you have to take a moment to remind yourself that maybe you're thinking about these things too much. But you see something about a person, and all you want to do is find a way to make something in the past
unhappen.
Most people already have a version of this count. It's why societies hate sluts. It is easier to condemn the harlot than look into the heart of our identity. Still, though, we are at some valence aware that it is happening; we see the spectre, the shadow, the aura, and it is
terrifying, so we look away, each in our own way.
But in our culture wars there is a strange distillation of what "family values" implies, and the Duggar name is long recognized as one of our society's foremost examples. When we look at what goes into this, there is a reason we are uncomfortable.
Statistically, it is going to happen, full stop.
Circumstantially, it will occur in an environment that empowers such dangerous behavior.
Consider that the difference isn't how one treats
women, but, rather, how one treats
which woman.
This is going to happen.
And this time it happened in a dangerous context that nurtures and empowers such outcomes.
And
we all knew it would happen.
So let us start there, perhaps.
What did we all know? And
why did we know it? And
how do those devices and notions work?
Because the abstract reason we were uneasy to begin with is rape culture itself.
That's it. Basic revulsion. We know danger when we see it.
The sickening feeling that accompanies the knowledge is the context; say what we will about the volunteer soldier at war, but this isn't any proper juxtaposition―we're talking about sexual abuse and exploitation, about
raping, children.
This danger brings that strong a reaction.
So why do we do nothing about it?
That is to say, we have our instruments of law and order, but in bringing
justice we fall well short of even our basic duties, speak nothing of our best ideals.
This shadow, this raping whisper in our consciences, is attached to
so much of how we see the world.
Somewhere in America right now, a mother knows she helped set her daughter up to be hurt. Not intentionally. She just passed on the family values. And that's why the girl didn't say anything. And that's why nobody noticed.
Nobody enjoys indicting their entire life.
But that mother? Certes, we don't envy her; but what about the men? Consider that this spectre reaches into our daily lives. In order to drive the absurdity of that point, I would simply note that last year
I had occasion to write:
And, you know, damn it, if a continuing rape crisis besieging the women we know—our mothers and daughters and sisters and friends—is what it takes for you to be able to crack a crude, locker-room joke without feeling like you’re oppressing women, what the hell is wrong with you?
Because, yes, that's how deeply it reaches. Nobody enjoys indicting their entire life.
Rape is so fundamentally woven into our culture that everybody has a neurotic reason to look away. At some point, we have to accept that yes, dealing with rape culture really does mean killing some of the fun. And, you know, sure, it's not much compared to the actual phenomenon, but I would also ask that we consider just how absurdly awful things are that such a sentence would have any substantial meaning, or even reason for existing. Because that absurdity is why such a stupid sentence about killing the fun has such gravity. We can roll our eyes and scowl and roar all we want, but
this is what we're up against.
Look at how the words fall all over themselves. Look at the mess. What is this idea, and how does it work?
And I would propose that is a fine place to start. And it's not so much no time like present as much as the foot-tapping in the conscience because this discussion is
way overdue.
This episode is emblematic, with the trappings of legend. And of course we could see this coming. Not that we could do anything to stop it, but the point isn't to indict everyone in America for failing to stop it. Rather, I would suggest there are reasons we could see it coming, and this will all keep happening in really, really stupid ways as long as we leave that vaguely sickening unease to vagary.
Since at some point this general discussion of rape culture needs to happen, given the driving influence of rape culture attitudes, and considering that this is one of the cases that rises to the public discourse, I would propose the whats, hows, and whys of rape culture make a fine starting point.