Sometimes it’s good to
ignore reviews.
Zelia and I see a play, The Long Shrift at my favorite little
hole-in-the-wall theater, Rattlestick.
The play is about a squeaky-clean
high school boy who has sex with the rich and popular other-side-of-the-tracks
prom queen. He ends up in jail for five
years and comes out a hardened, bitter man.
She, too, has had a miserable time of it.
As a mother of a boy, I tell
my son more than he wants to hear, if a girl says no, don’t question or doubt
her. No means no. It doesn’t matter if
it’s delivered playfully. Teasingly.
Drunkenly. Or any other way. Just stop
whatever it is you are doing and leave.
A good friend of mine from
the Midwest has a daughter. When her
daughter was a freshman at a very good liberal arts college, she willingly
ended up with a fellow freshman in his dorm room. They both had been
drinking. One thing led do another, as
these drunken encounters do. He went
further than she wanted to. She
resisted. He persisted. She reported it to the school as rape, after he and his
friends began harassing her. There was a
lengthy review, and the boy was not allowed to finish the school semester (this
was in March). The girl was
outraged. The boy eventually dropped out
of school in his junior year and the girl helped the school set in place a
better system for reporting and reviewing on-campus sexual abuse.
It’s a tough topic with no
easy answers. Colleges are doing their
best to address it, but so much more can be done. Most rapes that do get reported are of the
he-said-she-said kind. Very difficult to
prove. And no one, understandably,
wants to find someone guilty of rape if there is any doubt of his guilt.
Despite what the calendar
says, it’s a perfect fall night. Zelia
and I stroll through the West Village and talk of our children (she has a son
and daughter, both in college). Beautiful
East 10th Street near Washington Square is quiet. No people, only stately townhouses. It
reminds us both of a much earlier New York.
The place where Edith Wharton and Henry James lived. I imagine it as a less complicated time.
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