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Monday, March 23, 2015

Judith Shulevitz: In College and Hiding From Scary Ideas..... Like Sexual Assault......Rape Culture ......and Consent

 
Update:
Since the March 22nd Column (below), two editorials about the first column have been written. 

Mills ’15: Playing it safe — too safe, March 30, 2015

You’re just not as tuned in to the “frightening realities” of the world as this kid is. April 6, 2015
 
 
Original Post:
 
The below editorial is not just about what “self-infantilization” and “helicopter parenting” has done to create an entire generation of young adults who can’t handle real-life and tough discussions but it shows how the campus sexual assault discussion and solutions are being handled by those young adult’s……….and it’s just pathetic! 

I just had to share this editorial. These overly-protected, my feelings and opinions must be validated by you no matter what…….. young people…….. are our future Prosecutors, Psychologists, Lawmakers, Parents, Governors, and Judges and that is beyond terrifying to me......and it should be to you.

Mary
 

In College and Hiding From Scary Ideas
By Judith Shulevitz

KATHERINE BYRON, a senior at Brown University and a member of its Sexual Assault Task Force, considers it her duty to make Brown a safe place for rape victims, free from anything that might prompt memories of trauma. 

So when she heard last fall that a student group had organized a debate about campus sexual assault between Jessica Valenti, the founder of feministing.com, and Wendy McElroy, a libertarian, and that Ms. McElroy was likely to criticize the term “rape culture,” Ms. Byron was alarmed. “Bringing in a speaker like that could serve to invalidate people’s experiences,” she told me. It could be “damaging.”

Ms. Byron and some fellow task force members secured a meeting with administrators. Not long after, Brown’s president, Christina H. Paxson, announced that the university would hold a simultaneous, competing talk to provide “research and facts” about “the role of culture in sexual assault.” Meanwhile, student volunteers put up posters advertising that a “safe space” would be available for anyone who found the debate too upsetting. 

The safe space, Ms. Byron explained, was intended to give people who might find comments “troubling” or “triggering,” a place to recuperate. The room was equipped with cookies, coloring books, bubbles, Play-Doh, calming music, pillows, blankets and a video of frolicking puppies, as well as students and staff members trained to deal with trauma. Emma Hall, a junior, rape survivor and “sexual assault peer educator” who helped set up the room and worked in it during the debate, estimates that a couple of dozen people used it. At one point she went to the lecture hall — it was packed — but after a while, she had to return to the safe space. “I was feeling bombarded by a lot of viewpoints that really go against my dearly and closely held beliefs,” Ms. Hall said. 
 

Tod Kelly: Oregon Church Light My Way’s “model for dealing with sex offenders seems to be superior to the disproven one we now use. Its approach of treating non-predatory offenders as individuals to be healed rather than monsters to be ostracized matches the conclusions of both mental health experts and studies that examine sex crime recidivism”.

 
A MUST Read!

How does your church, temple or mosque minister to RSO's?

Mary
 

Oregon's Church for Sex Offenders
The members of Light My Way are dedicated to God, community, and one another. And they’re all registered sex offenders
By Tod Kelly

It is six o’clock on a Sunday evening, and like so many other Americans I’m sitting in a restaurant breaking bread with the local church group. 

The particular group I’m sitting with is part of the Sonrise Church in Hillsboro, Oregon, and the banter that rattles back and forth between them is what you might expect. Praise and critique for Pastor Rocky Wing’s sermon are interwoven with prayers, favorable reviews of the house cheeseburger, friendly gossip about common friends, and strategy pitches for the endless mission of saving souls. 

The group of 12 that crowds around this table made for eight even looks like the platonic ideal of an American church group. There’s the handsome and charismatic pastor, and the impossibly beautiful young married couple sitting next to the betrothed couple hoping to tie the knot later this spring. (All of whom met at church, because of course they did.) There’s the roll-up-your-sleeves blue-collar dad and the cantankerous guy who looks like everyone’s grandfather. There are a couple of white-haired ladies whose lives revolve around the behind-the-curtain inner workings of their house of worship, even as their grown children wonder aloud why they bother. 

Paint a picture of us, right here, right now, and the scattered iPhones and Androids that litter the table are the only clue that we are not some Norman Rockwell painting miraculously sprung to life. 

Indeed, these people are about as ordinary a slice of traditional Americana as one can hope to stumble across in 2015: a small, All-American community of All-American neighbors getting together to share All-American food, sing the praises of Jesus, and share the weight of the various challenges that face today’s modern American registered sex offender.