It's Me, Emma, Writing About Controversial Stuff

It's been awhile, blogosphere. In typical Emma fashion, I took a hiatus from blogging while I've been moving into and decorating my new house in Fort Worth (many posts to come about it!!!!!). But I'm back, and I didn't really plan on it to be quite yet, but with everything going on in the news, I couldn't just not let my voice be heard. So here I am, about to talk about some pretty controversial stuff.

Disclaimer: if you get easily offended or cannot stand to hear someone else's opinion about very important issues, leave now. I welcome all opinions (which I will surely get) in the comments below, but anything rude, [overly] offensive or [overly] explicit will be deleted at my discretion. Let the rant begin.

The Stanford Rape Case
Important links for background information: read this, and then this, and then finally this.

Like the majority of the country, I am outraged. Especially as a female and especially as a college student. I'd seen the victim's letter go viral, so naturally I read it (I like to stay in the know as much as possible). It took a good 30-45 minutes, but it was absolutely worth it. The victim had an impeccable way of telling her story and allowing us to see the case from her point of view, as painful as that was. The attempt at rape was horrifying. Incredibly horrifying. I felt like it hit close to home for me. I'm a college student. I drink. I go to parties. I'm pretty good at keeping my guard up and making good decisions, but things happen. We know that. This girl could have been me. She could have been my roommate, or my sorority sister, or a girl in my marketing class. It could have been any girl on any campus, or city, anywhere. You realize you're not really safe anywhere. As a girl. A college girl. A college girl that socializes (even if you don't drink). Heck, a college girl that even leaves her home to go grab groceries, you're at risk of being raped just like this girl.

So like I said, this hits close to home. But what was more scary about this whole thing was the boy's refusal to own up to it. The fact that he claims she "wanted it," when she couldn't even open her eyes, let alone speak, is absolutely insane. The fact that the boy is "in the process of establishing a program for high school and college students in which you speak about your experience to 'speak out against the college campus drinking culture and the sexual promiscuity that goes along with that,'" quite literally does not make sense to me. That is like a killer going on a tour to schools talking about how to "avoid being murdered" or a child pedophile creating a program on how children can avoid being children to avoid being sexually abused. It simply doesn't make sense.

Another detail about this case is that the boy was a Division I college athlete with a high likelihood of going to the Olympics. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize that being athletically gifted opted you out of punishment or obeying laws or even decent values. I used to be a dancer, does that mean I can start stealing because I can hold my leg by my ears? NO. So you could've gone to the Olympics. Big fucking deal. I don't know about you, but you're about the last person I want representing the USA. You are the representative of criminals, rapists, abusers, etc. You are not a good representation of the United States of America. Being an athlete means nothing in the name of the law. No if's, and's or but's. Simple as that.

I could go on for days, but the final point I want to talk about is the parents of this disgusting human being. I'm not a parent. But I have some amazing parents that hold me accountable. That's what good parents do. They support you if you're right, they let you learn your lesson if you're wrong. I think it's put pretty well in this post, so read it for yourself. Long story short, these parents are not good parents. Not even in the slightest. No one wants their kid to go to jail. We get it. But sticking up for your son who was literally caught in the act of trying to rape an unconscious female? That's just horrible. These parents, ironically, also have a daughter, the boy's sister. I have a feeling their opinion would be very different if their daughter was the victim here, instead of their son being the rapist. But who knows, clearly they're a little fucked up. The parents continually make the boy the victim here, claiming he isn't "himself," anymore. Yeah well no shit. He basically raped a girl and now the whole country knows. You know who else isn't themselves anymore? The victim. She found pine needles in her vagina. What's worse than finding out a random stranger you met at a party shoves pine needles into you while you were unconscious? According to these delusional parents, the fact that the boy no longer wants pretzels is worse than that. Pretzels > pine needles in vaginas. Right? Wrong. These parents are a horrible example and should be holding their child accountable for the horrible thing he did.

Okay, that's enough of that story. As more information unveils in this case, I try to hold onto the hope that an article will hold a title such as "Boy Apologizes to Victim & Accepts Jailtime of 50 Years," or "Parents Say Boy Should Go to Jail for Life," or even "Boy Owns Up." Any of those would be amazing. But no. Just more bullshit.

The Pulse Shooting
Important link for background information: read this.

I still can't believe I'm writing about the deadliest mass shooting to ever happen in the United States. It just doesn't seem real. 50 people killed, 50 people injured? How does one man just do that? How does that happen? I've experienced 9/11 (I was 6), I've experienced Sandy Hook, I've experienced about a half a dozen other ridiculous things on the news that a person shouldn't have to experience in their whole life, let alone in their first 21 years. But because this tragedy had so many factors to it, I've broken it down a bit.

It breaks my heart that people can't love people without fearing for their life. People kissing who they love, holding hands with who they love, taking pictures with who they love. I'm able to do it with men without anyone even glancing my way, but if it were a female, I'd probably get a different reaction. The shooter's father claims that he had become angered when he saw two men kissing earlier in Miami. Kissing. Not throwing rocks, not burning an American flag, not even interacting with this man. They were kissing. What saddens me about this is that it was already hard enough for the LGBT community to be who they are, but now they have the added fear of being killed. Killed for being who they are. I can't even imagine fearing for my life because of my sexuality. But people are scared. And that's just not right.


I'm not the most political person, I try to stay out of controversy and simply absorb information. But the more I learn about this situation, the more I've been able to form an opinion. America loves guns. It's just a fact. It's probably not ever going to change. And that's fine. However, America loves guns a little too much to the point where they basically let anyone get their hands on one. If you'll see this (I know it's Wikipedia, but to what I understand this page is pretty accurate), it's pretty damn easy to get a firearm. This is especially important when it comes to suspected terrorists because "membership or suspicion of membership in a terrorist organization does not prohibit a person from possessing firearms or explosives under current federal law." That's exactly what happened in this situation. The FBI knew this man was dangerous, but that didn't stop him from buying enough equipment to cause this tragedy.

For an ironic, hilarious view of our outrageous gun laws, check out this clip from one of my favorite, brutally honest shows:

I guess what I'm trying to say is that if there were more stipulations on the purchase of firearms, we'd be in a lot better shape as a country right now. And for those of you who say that this wouldn't have happened if guns were used in self-defense, I hate to break it to you, but you're wrong. Only 0.79% of victims between 2007-2011 protected themselves with firearms. Besides, who would bring a concealed weapon to a club for protection anyway?

*takes extremely deep breath* That's all folks. I hope you accept my opinions with open arms and learned a little more today. Or maybe you didn't. That's okay, too. I want to leave you with a few last words. Rape is never the victim's fault. Never. Oh, and love always wins. Always. Don't get those two mixed up.

1 comment:

  1. preach! love that you're tackling these difficult topics, great post.