[Rep. Steve] King supports the “No Taxpayer Funding for Abortion Act.” It would ban Federal funding of abortions except in cases of forcible rape. Right now, Medicaid also covers abortions for victims of statutory rape or incest – for example, a 12 year old who gets pregnant.
Congressman King says he’s not aware of any young victims like that.
“Well I just haven’t heard of that being a circumstance that’s been brought to me in any personal way, and I’d be open to discussion about that subject matter,” he said.
All this talk about legitimate rape is making me seethe. It’s just as well that I didn’t have a daughter, because I’d be worried every time she went out the door. But if there’s one thing I know about rape, you can only lessen the odds – you can’t eradicate them completely. And if I had a daughter, I would not want her to walk trembling through this world. I would not want her to think she can’t trust anyone.
And yet, I can’t forget the forcible rapes (the “good” kind) that happened to the women I know. The friend waiting at the bus stop who got pulled into a car. The teenager who was surrounded on a suburban street, gang-raped and impregnated. The good girl from a religious home, raped by her grandfather and then her father. The young girl on her college orientation weekend, whose guide forced himself on her and left her pregnant. The young student, raped as a tourist in a foreign land. The young professional raped by her old boyfriend after he ran into her at a party. (Acquaintance rapes? Rule of thumb: Once you gave it away, it’s no longer yours to keep. I can’t even keep track of those.)
These girls, these women: You know what their crimes were? That they dared to think they could just walk around, like they weren’t women. As if the world belonged to them, too. Like sex wasn’t something that men could just take from them, as long as they were stronger and could catch you off guard. It’s not yours to give, it’s theirs to take.
Men don’t always understand that rape is all around. They think if they wouldn’t do such a thing, no one else would.
Rape is exciting. Rape is glamorous. We see it in the movies, that transcendent moment when the woman just stops struggling and gives in to what we all know she really wants. I remember watching “Blume in Love”. Wikipedia says, “The plot concerns the efforts of Stephen Blume, a Beverly Hills divorce lawyer played by Segal, to regain the wife (Anspach) who has divorced him.”
It doesn’t mention that the method by which he “regains” his wife (like yards in a football game, I suppose) is by raping and impregnating her. And then they all live happily ever after. A romantic comedy!
I remember feeling distinctly angry after that movie. My then-husband didn’t. “Yes, but they were married, it wasn’t like they were strangers,” he said. Yes, I know that emotional ties are complicated. But it was clearly a rape. (Oh, and Roger Ebert didn’t even mention the rape in his review. It just wasn’t … important, I suppose.)
We see it on TV all the time. Whenever a women is raped by someone she knows, she falls in love with her rapist. It’s just the way it is. Search “rape” on YouTube and see what comes up.