Feministin erschüttert über verheerende Auswirkungen ihrer Ideologie

Im Wall Street Journal findet man heute einen aufwühlenden Artikel der New Yorker Rechtsanwältin Judith Grossmann, die sich selbst als hundertprozentige Feministin beschreibt:

I am a feminist. I have marched at the barricades, subscribed to Ms. magazine, and knocked on many a door in support of progressive candidates committed to women's rights. Until a month ago, I would have expressed unqualified support for Title IX and for the Violence Against Women Act.

Dann passierte Judith Grossman das, was ich schon in "Sind Frauen bessere Menschen?" und seitdem immer wieder prophezeit habe: Einer der Menschen, die sie liebt, wurde zum Opfer dieser totalitären Ideologie des Geschlechterhasses. In Grossmans Fall ist es ihr Sohn:

But that was before my son, a senior at a small liberal-arts college in New England, was charged—by an ex-girlfriend—with alleged acts of "nonconsensual sex" that supposedly occurred during the course of their relationship a few years earlier.

What followed was a nightmare—a fall through Alice's looking-glass into a world that I could not possibly have believed existed, least of all behind the ivy-covered walls thought to protect an ostensible dedication to enlightenment and intellectual betterment.

It began with a text of desperation. "CALL ME. URGENT. NOW."

Von da ab erlebt Grossmann einen Alptraum mit, in dessen Zentrum normalerweise nur Männer stehen. Erschüttert wird ihr klar, dass die Unschuldsvermutung für Männer inzwischen ausradiert worden und einer der Grundpfeiler unseres Rechtswesens damit umgehauen worden ist:

There was no preliminary inquiry on the part of anyone at the school into these accusations about behavior alleged to have taken place a few years earlier, no consideration of the possibility that jealousy or revenge might be motivating a spurned young ex-lover to lash out. Worst of all, my son would not be afforded a presumption of innocence.

In fact, Title IX, that so-called guarantor of equality between the sexes on college campuses, and as applied by a recent directive from the Department of Education's Office for Civil Rights, has obliterated the presumption of innocence that is so foundational to our traditions of justice. On today's college campuses, neither "beyond a reasonable doubt," nor even the lesser "by clear and convincing evidence" standard of proof is required to establish guilt of sexual misconduct.

These safeguards of due process have, by order of the federal government, been replaced by what is known as "a preponderance of the evidence." What this means, in plain English, is that all my son's accuser needed to establish before a campus tribunal is that the allegations were "more likely than not" to have occurred by a margin of proof that can be as slim as 50.1% to 49.9%.

Hier schildert Grossmann, wie sich die Geschichte weiter entwickelte. Zuletzt gelangt Grossmann zu dem Fazit:

I fear that in the current climate the goal of "women's rights," with the compliance of politically motivated government policy and the tacit complicity of college administrators, runs the risk of grounding our most cherished institutions in a veritable snake pit of injustice—not unlike the very injustices the movement itself has for so long sought to correct. Unbridled feminist orthodoxy is no more the answer than are attitudes and policies that victimize the victim.

Was Grossmann jetzt auch endlich aufgegangen ist, sobald sie selbst zur indirekt Betroffenen wurde, sagen wir Männerrechtler bekanntlich seit über zehn Jahren. Es verhallte – auch bei Frauen wie Judith Grossmann – ungehört. Insofern ist die Antwort der amerikanischen Männerbewegung auf Grossmanns späte Erkenntnis ein aus dem Herzen kommendes "Fuck you!" Oder ausführlicher:

Judith Grossman is just now finding out about one, and just one, of the many tertiary stage products of a narcissistic ideology that has run amok with her blind enabling for her entire adult life. She, rather her son, is paying the price for a half century of hatred disguised as women’s rights advocacy, and so suddenly she is filled with indignation and outrage. She wonders aloud how all this could have happened. She wonders what possibly have gone so wrong, right under her nose.

Fuck you, Judith Grossman. Fuck you right where you stand.

Before being rattled from your solipsistic coma, there were countless other outrages happening to young men in this culture. Did you notice them? Or did you figure it was all a good thing for the sisterhood till your baby boy wound up with his entire future on the line in a system that was designed by those of your ilk to chew him up and spit him out?

Have you noticed the other students, Judith? Or more accurately, have you noticed how many of them are male? Your son is the minority now, as more and more young men are falling from the ranks of education thanks to your feminism.

But I am betting, Judith, that even if you did notice, you did not give a damn. Not as long as YOUR boy was getting HIS degree. Right?

(...) Your only hope now, if it is indeed not too late, is to vociferously reject the ideology you embraced as long as it served your selfish needs. Your only redemption is to attack it with all the might you have at your disposal, and shine the light on every hypocrisy you have ever fostered, every lie you have ever told and every self-serving agenda you once lauded as the answer for humanity. And you need to do it till your dying breath.

I get the distinct feeling that you won’t, however. I think all that has happened here is that you have had your little entitled hissy fit because Junior got bent over by the system you helped push on the world around you.

Once he is in the clear, and the pieces of his nearly destroyed life have been put back together, I am thinking you will have your unseeing eyes right back on the pages of Ms. Magazine, spending the remainder of your disgust on "patriarchy" or bemoaning a fabricated "rape culture," and ignoring the rape hysteria that almost put an end to your son’s future.

Hier findet man die vollständige Replik.