US Service Members Sexually Assault a Fellow Soldier 25 Times a Day, Every Day of the Year
This past Memorial Day weekend I checked in with SIFF and attended a screening Saturday night of Kirby Dick’s latest documentary “The Invisible War” which won the 2012 Sundance Audience Award. I wanted to write about it immediately but was so enraged when I walked out of the theater that I thought, better to cool off and let the poison work its way out of my system first. Yesterday I met friends for coffee and still couldn’t talk about the film without pangs on anger punctuating every sentence so I figured I’d wait until today to vent. Still angry. Heart still racing. Here goes anyhow.
Let me back up a few steps first. As you may have read, I’m not a fan of bullies. I abhor bullying in a school setting and I consider bullies in the workplace pathetic and contemptible. Football, boxing and the occasional Quentin Tarantino film notwithstanding, I’m deeply troubled by violence of any kind whether perpetrated against humans or animals. (I’m not a vegan but I’d be happy to have that discussion some other day.)
Among the many ways that so-called human beings inflict pain and psychological trauma on each other, rape, to me, is the most vile. There are countless reasons why a person might commit larceny but there’s only a single reason one rapes: an irresistible and incurable compulsion to control, humiliate and torment.
As the Catholic church has demonstrated so convincingly over the past several decades, sexual predators exist in every strata of society and as victims and their families are painfully aware, perpetrators are often among the inner circle. They’re neighbors, friends, co-workers, acquaintances and in the worst circumstances, they’re family.
As someone points out in “The Invisible War,” when the military is at its best, at it’s most optimal, it’s a single unit focused on a clearly defined set of goals with every member a valued and nurtured link in the chain. A family.
According to the film and backed up by the Department of Defense’s own statistics, America’s military family is the family most infected and infested by rape in the nation. A shocking number of women – and men – are raped or otherwise sexually assaulted every year in the military. According to the D.O.D., 19,000 sexual assaults occurred in 2010, a percentage point lower than were perpetrated in 2011. The film makes clear that the military’s attitude toward sexual assault is overwhelmingly to ‘just suck it up’ so it’s no surprise (or secret) that the vast majority of these incidents go unreported. Besides the military’s de facto acceptance of rape and sexual assault within its ranks, one consistent reason that so many attacks go unreported is the fact that often, the perpetrators are the victim’s next in command. Or they’re the perpetrator’s best friend and drinking buddy.
The system is so rigged, so consciously and appallingly blind to this epidemic of violence that it makes one wonder whether it’s time to put aside our otherwise solemn duty to honor the troops until they clean house and with extreme prejudice. For instance, in 2011, fewer than half of sexual assault cases that were reported were considered “actionable” – a decrease of 22% from 2010 – and fewer than 8% of “actionable” cases went to trial. In an estimated 10% of cases that did go to trial, the accused were allowed to quit the military rather than face court martial which means they’re raping and sexually assaulting your family now.
The film has its share of well-meaning politicians who, since the Tailhook scandal, have held hearings, grandstanded, wrung their hands and promised to change things. Not surprisingly, they’ve all failed miserably. They are cowards.
Rape is worse than death. Many rape victims yearn for the relief of death. Over 2,800 people died on 9/11 which precipitated two wars that so far have resulted in the deaths of over 6,400 American troops. According to the film, 500,000 American service men and women have been raped or otherwise sexually assaulted by their fellow soldiers. Close to 20,000 just last year. Where’s the war against rape and sexual assault in the military?
Like many of us since 2001, I’ve honored our men and women in uniform. I’ve bought them drinks and meals and I’ve thanked them for their service. My father earned a Purple Heart during the Battle of the Bulge and that medal is something I’ve been proud of ever since I can remember. This Memorial Day weekend, though, as I watched reports of Fleet Week in New York City and flags being placed on graves at Arlington Cemetery and President Obama laying a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknowns, my thoughts were not of honor. Instead, they were polluted by thoughts of the abject terror felt by thousands of American soldiers every year as their ‘brothers’ grab them by the throat, invade their bodies and their minds and leave them panting for air and in lasting desperation for a way back to normal.
Every US service member is aware of the plague of rape and sexual assault among their ranks and an alarming number of them are, themselves, the perpetrators. These men are known to the brass and they’re known to their fellow soldiers yet the reign of terror – and it’s nothing less than that – goes on unabated. Year in, year out. And you know what? Once the rapists are discharged, whether honorably or otherwise, they become our rapists. Our sexual predators.
So next time you run into a service member on the street, or if you have a service member in your family, once you’ve clapped them on the back and shaken their hand and thanked them for helping end suffering in far flung corners of the world, ask them what they’ve done to end the suffering in their own barracks. Urge them to consider volunteering for a search and destroy mission to ferret out and eliminate the terrorists within their own unit. Ask them why it’s wrong for Sudanese and Kenyans and Ugandans to rape their women but it’s OK for a Sergeant in the US military to rape or sodomize a recruit.
“The Invisible War” presents all this and much more far better than I ever could here. In fact, it’s a masterfully shot and constructed film that keeps style appropriately far from substance. Not always easy business for a filmmaker. My only problem with the film is that Dick, no doubt in concert with the incredibly brave women – and one man – who were interviewed for the film and are helping promote it, has chosen to shield the rapists whose crimes are discussed. None of their names are disclosed in spite of the fact that one of them was actually promoted in the course of his investigation and continues to serve to this day. At the Q&A following the screening I volunteered to host a site outing these animals but my offer was not accepted. I make the offer again here.
Please make arrangements to see “The Invisible War” and if you can, take a service member with you. (According to the website, you can host your own screening.)
Light this fire for the 500,000.
If you search the word ‘lavish’ today you’ll see a boatload of stories about the GSA – General Services Administration – and its 2010 training retreat in Las Vegas. It seems the agency spent $822,751 on the trip including such scandalous behavior as hiring a team-building expert who used bicycle-building as a metaphor for cooperation at a cost of $75,000.
As a result of an internal report made public this week, the GSA’s chief has resigned along with two key lieutenants and at least four other officials are at risk. The media’s been pounding the agency and the Obama administration all morning and Republicans wasted no time piling on.
The trip in question was a 5-day event for 300 people. That’s $2,742.50 per person or $548 per day. I’m not saying those numbers reflect well on government fiscal responsibility but $548/day including air travel, accommodations, all meals, entertainment and hours-long work sessions isn’t a terrible deal. Team-building (not to mention morale-building) is not a trivial matter, especially among large groups of people and particularly among a group like this whose minute-to-minute objective is to goad, encourage and force people to do more with less. Ironic, yes, but not without value. Besides, a few hundred bureaucrats returning to their desks a little less gray is unquestionably good for the country.
On the other hand, it’s been estimated that the unnecessary and fraudulently waged war in Iraq will cost America somewhere between $1-$3 trillion. On the low end, that’s over $3,225 per American citizen. (Of course, it will continue to take its toll in other ways for decades to come.)
Who’s been fired for that? Where’s the GSA report? Who do I talk to about getting my $3,225 back?
No one died as a result of the 2010 GSA team-building trip. In Iraq, over 4,400 Americans and more than 100,000 Iraqis died.
Then there’s Afghanistan.
And, by the way, who got fired for this and for all the billions in pork that Congress pisses away year after year after year?
My suggestion to the media and to Republicans is get your priorities straight. My suggestion to an “outraged” President Obama is save your outrage for your own deep failings thus far as President.
As for the rest of us, let’s try to light a fire today for something that actually matters.
When Google made news last week with its policy of collapsing users’ data and tracked information into a soupy Orwellian cluster fuck, the most annoying and frustrating aspect of 21st century Google search went virtually unaddressed: the best, most relevant search engine has consciously and aggressively evolved into arguably the worst.
Privacy is important and the fact that our so-called anonymous tracking information can relatively easily – and almost assuredly already has been or will be – associated with the individual user, is frightening and a bit scandalous. For me, though, any expectation of privacy and anonymity on the web went out the window years ago. I do all the obvious and some not-so-obvious stuff to protect what privacy may still be possible, but I hardly care what anyone knows about me. I have nothing to hide (well, almost nothing) and I decry online anonymity whenever possible for the insane volume of ugliness, inhumanity and pain it generates.
However…
You may already be aware of this, but Google now delivers a different set of results to each user no matter how exact the search words or phrases. With hundreds of millions of us relying so heavily on Google for nearly everything we know and believe about the world, the most alarming thing to me is that Google’s search algorithms no longer serve its users. Instead, they’re exclusively in service to the company’s paying customers, its advertisers.
(If you haven’t done it yet, try this: do two searches using Google. One should be your name and the other can be anything you want. Now, ask a couple of friends in other cities to do the same searches and send you the results.)
Google is a free, read more…
In the natural world, bullying is an accepted, often essential ingredient. For some species it’s a foundational component in their evolutionary journey and an acceptable if sometimes heartbreaking fact of life.
In the unnatural world – you know, the one we humans live in with our perversely outsized and underutilized brains – bullying is one of the most insidious and detestable realities. There’s nothing good or right or natural in human bullying, not for the past several thousand years anyway.
Just like hatred and intolerance, bullying is a learned behavior and in my experience, one’s home is where all bullies are schooled. Once instilled in a child’s psychological makeup, it’s virtually impossible to unlearn without intense family counseling where both parents and all siblings are fully engaged and committed to the process – and how often does that happen?
So a bully is nearly always a bully for life. Once they’re out of school, their bullying continues within their own homes – where they pass the behavior on to yet another generation – and it wafts through their social circles and work environments. Sometimes it’s called domestic violence, sometimes workplace harassment but the root cause is a lifetime of untreated, unacknowledged bullying. Unfortunately, adults who bully are as unlikely to be confronted and taken to task as child bullies.
Back in 1986 I fell in with two of the most unrepentant bullies I’d ever met. read more…
Outside of my immediate family, no one has influenced my life in a more fateful or enduring way than Bingham Ray.
One evening in 1986, Bingham phoned me in Dallas where I was living at the time and told me about a chance meeting he’d just had. Bob Weinstein had accosted him in the back of a darkened movie theater and tried to hire him as Miramax Films’ head of distribution. Bingham said he’d agreed to meet with Bob the following day but that he was going to turn down the position and suggest Bob call me.
What little I knew – or at least had heard – about Bob and his brother Harvey was that they were worth avoiding. Possibly at all cost. Crazy brothers who didn’t really know anything about the independent film business and impossible to deal with. Under the circumstances, I asked Bingham to please take the meeting and find out all he could about the company and the job before throwing my hat in the ring. He said he would. The next morning he phoned and said he’d turned down the job and Bob would be calling momentarily. Bob wasn’t as bad as his rep, he explained, and I should take the call and hear what he had to say.
Bob phoned soon thereafter and I was struck by how normal he seemed. He wanted to meet but wouldn’t fly me in. If I could get to New York, he’d make time. read more…
By now you’ve heard about the NTSB’s call for a national ban on texting and all non-emergency phone calls while driving. There can be no reasonable argument in support of texting while driving, but suggesting a ban on all phone calls is not only unrealistic to an absurd level, it’s also dead wrong.
That there remain 14 states who do not ban texting outright is scandalous. Seven of them ban texting only for new and/or young drivers. (Among these, Texas also calls out bus drivers when a passenger 17 and younger is on board and drivers in school-crossing zones.) Seven others have no laws on the books at all. All fourteen of these states should be immediately excised from the Union. Alternately, for each year they neglect to pass a ban, all residents not voting or voting no should be made to choose a family member for execution by crushing. In addition, the mandatory minimum jail sentence for texting while driving should be life without parole for a first offense.
Not quite as scandalous is the number of states who still don’t require hands-free calling. In fact, only ten states plus DC have that law on their books. A few have partial bans but a full thirty-five don’t believe it’s a good idea to have two hands on the steering wheel while driving. That’s what it comes down to. Pure insanity.
When cell phones were newly ubiquitous and hands-free devices weren’t quite up to par, it was a coin toss whether or not to penalize drivers. Today, however, even the lowest priced wired headsets deliver acceptable quality both incoming and outgoing. There’s no longer any reason for those forty states to delay banning all but hands-free conversations. The NTSB could have a positive impact here but instead, in its bureaucratic, reactionary fervor, it’s chosen to throw the baby-on-board out with the bathwater.
They’re frustrated. I get that. People are dying every day unnecessarily. But the answer isn’t to overreact. Rather than seeking an outright ban, suggest that law enforcement re-prioritize. Suggest that sitting on the side of the road with a radar gun may not be the best use of their time. That actively searching out texters or non-hands-free callers will make the roads far safer. Make the point that speeders aren’t the cause of most deaths on the road or incidences of road rage. Rather, it’s bad drivers – like those who impede traffic by refusing to keep right unless passing – who are the root of nearly all evil on the highway.
Suggest that more money can be earned through ticketing bad drivers – texters, non-hands-free-ers, impeders – than by ticketing speeders. That by ticketing – at ever higher fines – drivers who refuse to use turn signals will have their cities’ coffers overflowing with cash. That in ticketing the truly distracted – like drivers applying make-up – they’ll be making the world a safer, saner place for everyone.
Hey NTSB, light a fire for common sense.
Judge Jed Rakoff’s heroic decision last month to face down the SEC and deny it its cowardly Citigroup settlement – at least temporarily – continues to reverberate. It’s providing a much-needed mirror into the hollow soul of the agency whose mission appears to be founded on the idea that what’s best for Wall Street is what’s best for America. If the Republican Presidential candidates want to know what appeasement really looks like, they should re-set their sights from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue to SEC headquarters on F Street.
But appeasement isn’t the most troubling thing about Mary Shapiro’s SEC, it’s the agency’s apparent wholesale ineptitude.
According to Wall Street Journal sources, “Everything’s come to a halt because the SEC doesn’t know what to ask for anymore in the settlements.” If Chairwoman Shapiro and her crew are unable to distinguish between a pinprick ($285 million) and a meaningful penalty for blatantly un-American activities ( how about a minimum of a single quarter’s Citigroup profit: $3.8 billion) then perhaps they should consider something called ‘going to trial.’
The agency will argue that they can’t afford to go to trial. I contend that they can’t afford not to. We as a country can’t afford not to. Going to trial would not only remove the seemingly impossible burden of determining a fair settlement from the shoulders of the SEC, it would send a message to the American public and the world markets that we’re serious – at long last – about financial reform. Yes, it would cost some cash and it would require SEC staff to work their tails off and burn some midnight oil, but that’s their job, right? Expediency is the last thing that should be considered when faith in the government is at a record low and the will of financial institutions to circumvent rules and spit in the face of moral decency hasn’t been this strong since – well, perhaps ever.
If you’re looking for something to occupy, the address is 100 F Street.
Light *this* fire, OWS!
The reaction was intensely negative last year to my two posts in August about the inevitable demise of the modern movie house. I wrote then that of the approximately 6,000 movie theaters in the US, 5,000 would disappear within 10 years and only 100 would survive after 15 years. My prediction was largely based on the unstoppable rise of streaming media and the quickening pace of technology. In January 2011, NATO (National Association of Theater Owners) released their stats for 2010 including the fact that, even though box-office returns remained steady at around $10 billion, the number of tickets sold was the lowest since 1996.
2011 isn’t looking much better.
This past weekend’s overall box-office was the lowest since 2008. The period between Thanksgiving and Christmas is traditionally a dead zone and a dumping ground but, still, this is very bad news for movie theaters. It’s certainly not good news for the studios but it’s not the quality – or lack of quality – of their films that’s responsible for the drop in attendance. And the studios have other options for reaching their audience. At the moment, those options are in flux and the will to use them is rather weak in the face of threats by exhibitors who, for the moment, still have some leverage. But sooner than later, the studios will be forced to turn their backs on their exhibition partners as more and more moviegoing drifts to other platforms. It’s certainly possible that events will conspire to move things along even more quickly than I’ve predicted but not more slowly.
What will the numbers be for 2011? My guess is that the industry will see its lowest box-office tally since 2008 (in spite of ever-higher average ticket prices) and a continued drop in attendance. Whatever the results, there’s no stopping this train. Movie theaters as we know them today are going to become a thing of the past within our lifetimes. And that’s not a bad thing – except for exhibitors. For us, it’s going to result in more choices more quickly and more convenience. It will mean the end of sticky floors, obscenely priced snacks and people kicking your seat. It *won’t* mean the end of social movie-going. In fact, we’ll have more choices there as well.
Here’s another prediction: before 2015, NATO will no longer be as forthcoming with their statistics on the number of theaters and screens in the US or box-office and admission numbers.
Lighting a fire for the future!
Facebook.
Now close your eyes and imagine life without it. How lonely do you feel? How disconnected? How unnerved? How lost?
Geez, please stop shaking…and whimpering. Open your eyes. See, you’re still on Facebook. You still have all your friends. Read a few updates. Upload a photo. Download an app. Feel better? Good.
After four or so years as a very active Facebook user and having built a pretty honest Friend-count of 400-500, I went cold-turkey this past September. Completely pulled the plug. And you know what? No shaking, no whimpering and, aside from a day-or-two-long adjustment period where I’d catch myself robotically seeking out the deleted bookmark, I haven’t missed it at all. Several of my friends, however, (actual friends vs. Facebook friends) reached out in a panic. Apparently, dropping out of Facebook is now akin to dropping out of life.
I wasn’t feeling suicidal when I made the decision to bow out and though I certainly recognized what a time-suck Facebook had become, it wasn’t all the wasted hours that motivated me to walk away. Nor was it the fact that every individual on Facebook is first and foremost a commodity and a target for the most intense, self-cannibalistic marketing barrage of all time. No, for me it was the fact that I came to feel that I was whistling in the wind. That, much like YouTube, this awesome tool for communication wasn’t being used to communicate so much as for triviality and escapism. Sure, there are isolated moments – like an Arab uprising for instance – where meaningful communication occurs, but those moments are the rarest of exceptions.
Not that there’s anything particularly wrong with the reflexive sharing of inane life moments or the endless regurgitation of famous and not-so-famous quotes. And there’s certainly something to be said for the virtual high school and family reunions that Facebook enables. But Facebook simply is not an obvious or easy place for intelligent, thoughtful conversation or debate and given the dizzying precipice we’re all living on at the moment, Facebook’s escapism and trivialities are what drove me away.
(One stark example of social networking’s lack of gravitas was the recent suicide of Ashley Billasano. Her cry for help to 500 Twitter follower went tragically unanswered. I’m still on Twitter though.)
Now that I’m free, I’m really keying in on the relatively new insidiousness growing around Facebook (and to a somewhat lesser degree Twitter) that makes me feel both relieved to be out and a little nervous. Facebook’s near ubiquity and grip on the population is such that more and more companies and marketers are throwing their lots in with Mr. Zuckerberg in a way that extends his (and their) tentacles so deeply into your stuff that resistance truly is becoming more and more futile.
The growth-rate of sites encouraging registration using your Facebook (and often Twitter) login is growing at a meteoric pace. “Save time. Bring your friends with you.” That’s how Facebook is selling the convenience factor. And it is convenient. Problem being that for a one minute savings, you’re allowing the grip to tighten. And because you’re not struggling against it – against the ever-brighter light shining ever deeper into your digital soul – you don’t even notice that you’ve voluntarily strolled into a bubbling, fetid pit of quicksand and you’re being pulled down slowly but surely into the depths of marketing hell.
Still don’t want to unfriend Facebook yourself? That’s OK. The next time I have something to sell you I’ll be right there with Mr. Zuckerberg, easing you down the funnel with a velvet-gloved hand. And you won’t feel a thing.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Lighting a fire for transparency 