You know who you are. You are that filmmaker or rapper or journalist who enables rape culture. You make films that feature rape scenes that are not framed as rape. You rap about drugging a woman and raping her and then you take to Twitter to apologize to your sponsors for those fussy protestors at their doors. You wax poetic about how the promising futures of two convicted rapists have been ruined rather than talk about the real victim.
You are part of the problem.
I wonder if you understand what it is you’re peddling. Do you understand that rape is not just a masked man dragging a woman into a dark alley? According to the Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network, approximately two-thirds of rapes are committed by someone the victim knows. That means that those “casual” settings (parties, car rides, dinner dates at someone’s home) are the more likely backdrops for the crime of rape.
It is in those moments when people are hard-pressed to assign the word rape to an act of rape. “Didn’t she go to that party of her own free will?” “Why did she go to his home?” “How short was her skirt? She obviously went there to have sex.”
The answers to those questions do not in any way change a “no” to an explicit “yes.” Rape is rape. You have a public platform and for you to present the crime of rape as anything less than that is irresponsible at best and downright dangerous at worst. No one has the right to violate someone’s body in that manner, man or woman.
As for my part, I will do my best to not purchase tickets to your films no matter how much I like the cast. I will not buy your music (wouldn’t even bother to illegally download it either) no matter how hot the beat is. I will not tune in to your newscast no matter how important the topic is. I don’t have to listen to you, so I won’t.
You know better. Do better.
Concerned World Citizen