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Just So You Know
Just a quick post. Life has gotten extremely busy and exhausting lately, so there is little energy to write, and little time to think.
But I was cruising through my stats out of curiosity since one of my posts has consistently been getting traffic completely through Google searches, and I’d just like to report on it. It is fast becoming my most popular post.
Almost every day, someone performs a non-English and sometimes an English search that leads them to the post on being raped by a Muslim. They are looking for rape of white women, and they are looking for porn (video’ed rape deemed to be ‘free speech’ and ‘entertainment’) of white women by Muslims.
This was yesterday’s English-language Google search term:
muslim man and white girl porno online
Any asshole – including radical feminists who pander to ‘oppressed’ men – who thinks white women are privileged over anyone, especially men of colour, can go fuck themselves. You have swallowed liberal cock. Congratulations. Tastes good, yes?
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Conversations with Men: The Belt
I kicked off a new topic last month: conversations with men (first post in that category). These posts will consist of interactions I’ve had willingly and unwillingly with men. These are the interactions that have cumulatively led to me gradually pulling away from dubious friendships, support of, and even chance encounters in public with men. I’ve become much more selective and self-protective in deciding who stays in my life and with whom I’m willing to cross paths. Women are not always so lucky in being able to select. We often find ourselves in horrible, damaging or life-threatening situations with men who want us to know where we stand with them. Often we have no control over what happens to us.
The conversations I will recount will be both verbal and non-verbal. A lot of the time, men convey very important and dangerous messages through their non-verbal conversations with us. Words don’t need to be exchanged for information to be delivered in a loud and clear way, you see.
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Rewind to 1996: Pre-9/11 Belgium. Pre-hysterical-Islamophobia-obsession. But not pre-gynophobia among Muslim men – they’ve hated women for millennia, and they have a special, violent hatred for Western/Westernized women.
I had taken a short trip to Europe prior to starting graduate school in the US. I tend to travel alone, and often meet interesting people as a result. I’d met a few travelling German women, and together, clothed conservatively in jeans, t-shirts, and our hiking boots, like most budget-travelling women, we went out to enjoy some music.
It was a lot of fun for me. Until I was unwillingly entered into a frightening conversation.
One minute, I was dancing in the crowd, and the next, I was lifted backwards off the ground by the neck. I couldn’t breathe.
After struggling for my life – no one had noticed or helped me – I managed to break free. Or had I been released…? A group of Muslim men had gotten it into their heads to engage a white whore in conversation and remind her that her life was in their hands and that she was garbage. Disposable. The ring leader had taken his belt off and put it around my neck, and jerked me backwards off the ground, dragged me over into his group in the corner – a thoroughly effective way to bring me into their conversation on male dominance, Islamic superiority, and Western whoredom. I screamed at them afterwards, once I was able to breathe again. They laughed. A good joke.
I don’t know if they had intended to kill me or whether being in public had stopped them short, and the conversation was enough for them. If I had encountered them in the street while alone, would they have raped me? Beaten me? Killed me? Like in the club, they would have gotten away with it. Especially now, they’d be home free in our post-9/11 world where associating Islam with violence is a no-no – especially violence against women.
I am terrified of men. I am terrified of religious men. I am especially terrified of Muslim men (although apparently, I subconsciously hate Christianity more). According to many liberals, me writing about this true event in my life is likely to be seen as hate speech. But what those men did to me wasn’t hate, wasn’t crime. Still isn’t. Racially-motivated crimes against women are not hate crimes.
There is a reason I stopped going to clubs after that. I realized that I had done nothing wrong. I existed. In public. I was a woman. I was white. Apparently, that is enough to sentence me to death. And the message from that conversation came through loud and clear. There is nothing I can do about it save avoid going out.
And I have complied. And I still remember the feel of that belt around my neck nearly 20 years later.
Why Aren’t Muslims Solving the Problems Within Their Ranks?
I have an equal lack of love for all religions/cults. Let’s make that clear. There isn’t a single religion/cult out there that builds on the premise of human rights or equality for all. They are all based on misogyny and hierarchy. That is aside from the fact that these belief systems are also based on a willingness to ignore evidence and focus on the very, very dangerous idea of ‘faith’.
I don’t respect religion. I do respect an individual’s right to believe in nonsense, though. But when we move into the realm of action/behaviour, I keep a closer eye and become more critical. I don’t acknowledge an individuals ‘right’ to hurt other individuals (unless in self-defence). And so many religious actions do hurt individuals – purposefully and as acts of aggression.
And so we get to Muslims. Like all religious adherents of any faith, Muslims hate women and practise misogyny on a daily basis. But currently, Muslims are further stained with the horrific actions of a growing minority of them. This minority is the group of radicals who commit acts of violence and terror within their own countries, in their adopted countries and in other countries.
My question is this. Why aren’t ‘mainstream’ Muslims, who number over 1.5 billion, doing anything about the radicals? Surely, such a massive group could take down a comparatively small number of crazies who are tarnishing their reputation. As ‘Islamophobia’ increases, Muslims, who, I assert, are not an oppressed group, choose to spend more time crying victim rather than focusing on those doing the real damage – the radicals within their ranks. They get zero sympathy from me as a woman and an atheist – which, by the way, are two groups that actually are oppressed.
It reminds me of men who get pissy about women being afraid of them instead of getting out there and taking down rapists, rape culture supporters and MRA’s (Moron’s Rights activists).
That old saying, “If you’re not part of the solution, then you’re part of the problem” holds true here. Stop blaming the real victims – in the case of religious terrorism, the people killed and maimed by the terrorists – and focus on the evil-doers.
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