As
the hulking, motorcycle-club-tattooed 61-year-old once known to his
Sacramento students as “Mountain Man” left the murder scene of the two
lesbians whom he had just maniacally and relentlessly butchered to the
point of disfigurement—wearing a black leather vest jacket belonging to
one of his victims and soaked in their blood—ex-teacher Dana Rivers told
the cops who arrived in Oakland shortly after midnight that Veteran’s
Day in 2016: “I know I’m in trouble.”
Inside and outside the
home on Dunbar Drive that Rivers had just set on fire were the bodies
of three innocents, a white woman and a black woman married to one
another and their adopted black son, whom Rivers had minutes before
sadistically brutalized—with gunfire, stabbing, pummeling and
screwdriver—in what could only be described as one of the most chilling
acts of narcissistic rage imaginable.
Why? Because.
Because Dana Rivers was a man obsessed.
By rage and revenge and a need to obliterate.
Because
a woman had angered him in some way. Or told him no. Or drawn a
boundary. Or told him he was not a lesbian. Or maybe even looked at him
wrong. Or possessed something that he didn’t have? Or maybe it was just
her very existence that was too provocative.
Whatever it was, he couldn’t have it. He couldn’t stand it. He would not allow it.
So he would show her.
There was one particular focus to Rivers’ fury.
A 56-year-old woman, hair salon owner, veteran, wife and mother known as Charlotte Reed.
Charlotte
Reed’s great crime was making the mistake of befriending Rivers at a
local VA years before and then after briefly considering becoming a
member of his motorcycle club became the victim of his stalking and
threats and then ultimately his insidious refriending once again—all so
he could gain Charlotte’s trust long enough to get inside her house and
kill her along with every single person she had ever cared about in the
world.
It was Charlotte. She had received Rivers’ savage brutality the worst of all.
Lying dead in her bed when police discovered her, Charlotte had not just been shot in the front. She had been viciously stabbed again and again and again a total of 47 times—to the point of disfigurement.
Which was, of course, exactly the point. Because this was personal.
Twenty-eight
wounds were delivered to Charlotte’s face, head and neck. He stabbed
her 12 times in the chest and torso. She was bludgeoned mercilessly as
well, and a bloody screwdriver was found on Rivers when he was arrested.
Dana
Rivers “wanted Charlotte Reed to be unrecognizable,” the prosecutor
said in her closing arguments recently, and he “succeeded.”
Charlotte’s
wife, 57-year-old Patricia Wright—a much-loved computer prep teacher
and deaf interpreter for the Berkeley Unified School District and a
black woman—was lying dead on the floor near her partner, shot once in
the back and once in the left breast and stabbed in the neck and
shoulder.
Murdered outside was their beautiful 19-year-old son,
Benny Diambu-Wright, adopted from West Africa, who had just graduated
from high school, incredibly popular and with dreams of becoming a nurse
or a hairdresser and the rest of his life to look forward to. He was
executed with a shot through the heart.
That particular slaying—of Charlotte’s most treasured adopted son, Benny—was enacted like savage conquest.
Notably, Dana Rivers took with him as a trophy of sort the teenager’s iPod. He had it on his person when arrested.
“His
smile was so big,” Benny’s teacher later said of the slain teen. “To
actually hear that a former teacher did this to a young person. Your
job, your passion, your life’s work is to protect young people and to
support them on their journey. Not end their journey.”
These three victims, prosecutors noted, were “particularly vulnerable.”
These killings took “planning and sophistication.”
And
for Rivers to successfully carry out these three executions, Rivers
explicitly “took advantage of a position of trust or confidence.”
It
should be noted that the vicious spree killer I am writing about—Dana
Rivers—a porn-obsessed man who has a documented history of targeting
lesbians with his abuser’s rights activism, believes that he is a woman.
He also believes that he is innocent.
I will respect neither of these lies.
As
much as the media would like you to believe this story doesn’t
matter—even though they certainly couldn’t get enough of Mr. Dana Rivers
when they platformed him on Oprah and 20/20 and Good Morning America
as a prominent activist who would deliver ratings with his sensational
story in the late ‘90s—familiarizing yourself with his story is critical
to understanding the current, enormous, war-crimes-level human rights
violations underway right now in the modern prison system, all thanks to
the ruinous anti-woman, anti-child, anti-biology, anti-safeguarding,
pro-corporate-pharma cult of Gender Ideology.
The reason you have heard nothing about Dana Rivers is the exact reason why I am writing about him.
Dana
Rivers is the story you need to read as many times as it takes to
understand how dangerous it is to give away the word “women” and the
sanctity of “women’s rights.”
Because having giving away so much
already, in the case of Dana Rivers and in the state of California where
he is awaiting sentencing, we have a situation where the nascent Senate
bill 132 (signed into law in 2020 by Governor Gavin Newsom) allows this
psychopathic lesbian-killer Dana Rivers to be housed inside a women’s
prison.
And we all understand what that means.
What that means—precisely—is that more women will be made to suffer and are suffering as they are trapped inside of a caged existence with this male psychopathic hunter of their very personhood.
This
current California law, it should be emphasized, is in breach of the
Geneva Conventions, the Mandela Laws on Protecting the Rights of Persons
Deprived of Liberty and every other humanitarian edict protecting women
on the planet.
The Geneva Conventions, established on August 12,
1949 after World War II, guarantees separate sexed housing for prisoners
and fundamentally exists to “provide minimum protections, standards of
humane treatment, and fundamental guarantees of respect to individuals
who become victims of armed conflicts.”
Put it another way: California female prisoners are currently being treated worse than actual prisoners of war.
The
Geneva Conventions provisions state that there should be no acts which
are “outrages upon dignity, in particular humiliating and degrading
treatment.” It specifically states, “In any camps in which women prisoners of war, as well as men, are accommodated, separate dormitories shall be provided for them.”
This
violation and all the violations Gender Ideology represents are in
lawyer Kara Dansky’s words, “the biggest existential threat to humanity
generally and to women and girls in particular that I’ve ever seen.”
What
will happen with Dana Rivers—putting this murderous, vicious man in a
women’s prison even though he has a history of committing punishing
male-on-female violence—is happening everywhere around the world right
now that has fallen prey to the vicious Art of War-style society-collapsing weapon of Gender Ideology.
The
organization WOLF, which Dansky is a former board chair for, is
currently suing California, and has endless testimony of women inside of
prison who are trapped with these abusive and vicious men. These are
women who are begging women who are not locked up and have power on the
outside to listen to them—to help. Hear just a few:
“This man violated me, and when the prison tries to tell me it was a woman I feel violated again.” —Krystal Gonzalez
“SB-132
is really just for the benefit of males, not for females no matter how
they identify. The writers of SB-132 sure knew what a woman was when
they made sure that none of the provisions of the law benefited us in
any way.” —Tomiekia Johnson
“Ever since being housed with
M.C.H., and later with other men, my mental health has deteriorated. I
have continued to experience panic attacks, I can’t sleep, and I
sometimes feel like hurting myself.” —Nadia Romero
There is no hyperbole here. There is a verifiable humanitarian crisis.
To paraphrase Spiked Online: How you “identify” as a man matters about as much as whether you feel like your criminality is actually justified and fully righteous because all the women you’ve assaulted “deserved” it.
Imagine if serial killers and child rapists could start identify as being “innocent” and that was respected too?
“Identity” is an insult to the brutality of reality.
Reality
is that almost 100 percent of those convicted of sexual violence are
male—98 percent to be exact. In UK prisons, almost half of those who
identify with synthetic sex identities have been convicted of sexual
offenses.
There is not a female prisoner on earth who deserves the
punishment of being housed with Dana Rivers, a psychopathic,
revenge-obsessed male who has already taken the lives of two women and
their family.
I ask you: How many more women does Rivers have to kill before all the requests to be “kind” becomes a little too much for all of us to bear?
“#Pornhelped
me understand my gender deviant mindfreak is healthy & sane and
delightfully irrational” Dana Rivers wrote on Twitter on February 2,
2010.
A few days after that he wrote, “6-8% of Americans addicted to porn? huh….”
In
2014, four years after this homage to porn as great liberator, three
pornographic books appeared on Amazon under the byline of “Dana Rivers.”
Keep in mind: Anyone can publish under any name they want on
Amazon, but I contacted both the prosecutor and Amazon itself about
these books and neither disputed they were written by the actual Dana
Rivers.
Let me tell you about these writings. Because they are about as far from “healthy & sane” as it is possible to get.
These
three sick books—two of which are still up on Amazon, available for
sale, one of which was removed after I sent a press inquiry two weeks
ago—give great insight into a porn-deranged man who utterly despises
women and thralls at their brutal degradation.
The following
content from them I’m about to summarize is very upsetting, but bringing
evil out of cover of darkness is a necessary act at times.
In
this story a woman named Cecilia is the president of a shipping company
and is forced into extreme sexual degradation and blackmail—commonly
called sextortion—by a man who had previously been her personal
assistant named Jeff.
It is the one story of Rivers that has been
taken down by Amazon and is the most revealing in its descriptions of
male-on-female violence and rape.
It starts with the hero of the
story, Jeff, asking Cecilia who had been his boss, “Is little Miss
Pwesident ready to go to work?”
Rivers writes:
“Normally
an impeccably polished woman in her forties, Cecilia always wore
designer labels that flattered her $200 haircuts and $150 specialty
manicures. But today, Cecilia was not polished. Her hair was a mess and
her face red with shame-faced anger. But the pink pacifier in her mouth
only made her anger into a cute pout. And instead of her designer
labels, she was currently tangled in a cheap cotton nightgown that had
twisted around her during the night and was now revealing the thick
diaper between her legs.”
Jeff had long hoped for a
house to “someday fall on his witch boss” and was now forcing her into
sexual degradation. Jeff asks if “little CeCe wet herself” and feels
“himself stir” as he says that “Daddy can change you.”
Rivers
writes that he “had always wanted to diaper someone. All of his previous
girlfriends had balked at his requests to baby them.” Now with his
hostage CeCe, “Jeff knew he had finally found his little girl, willing
or no.”
When he first confronted her she responds “haughtily” but
when he reveals what he knows, Jeff enjoys this “game of cat and mouse”
and Cecilia is a “shadow of her haughty self.”
He continues
sexually torturing her (“he had fed her three full bottles of apple
juice and then had locked the bedroom door, confident that CeCe would
have no choice but to piss in her diapers that night”) and tells her:
“Don’t you get huffy with Daddy. Remember the rules. Rule 1: always be loving to Daddy. Rule 2: Diapers must always be worn.”
He
proceeds to molest her and comments that her vagina is surprisingly
“pink and taut for a woman her age.” He continues to molest her and
“could feel his cock hardening with each cry.”
He can “see angry
tears gathering at her lashes” and continues to “brush her hair back,
knowing it made her feel helpless and small.”
As the woman is
beaten, Rivers writes, “The sounds of her cries along with the feel of
slapping her ass was making Jeff feel a growing tightness in his pants.”
Eventually, he molests her again.
Rivers writes:
“He
refastened the diaper and pulled CeCe up onto his lap, adjusting her so
she didn’t sit on top of his erection. Face blotchy and tearstained,
Jeff brushed back her hair and soothed her....He could feel the
stiffness in her body as he infantilized her, making him smile in
pleasure at her discomfort.”
When she is sexually humiliated in front of her peers, Rivers writes:
“Ready to choke on his laughter, Jeff quickly followed his little girl out.”
He
grips her arm and watches “her face crumple and fall with her
powerlessness.” At this point he recalls when she was an “ice queen” so
now deserves to be raped and molested.
Rivers writes:
“Now,”
Jeff said, still holding onto her arm, “apologize to Daddy unless you
want to get spanked again.” Seeing the sudden flush of pink rise against
her cheeks, Jeff swallowed a laugh. So easily aroused this woman was
becoming to his control. He shook her. “What do you say to Daddy?”
Then
the receptionist Michelle is welcomed into the office and asked to
participate in the molestation and rape of Cecilia, and “Jeff watched
the two women, feeling a growing heat stiffen between his legs.”
When
she tries to get away, he berates her for “being such an ungrateful
little girl.” He pulls out a thin gold metal nameplate for Michelle to
use in spanking Cecilia’s vagina. As Cecilia begins crying, “Jeff didn’t
think his cock could get any harder” and he declares, “Daddy’s little
girl is quite the pain slut, isn’t she?”
Then Jeff rapes Cecilia repeatedly.
Again, this is the one story of Rivers Amazon has so far taken down.
This
story begins with the rapist stepfather committing incest by molesting
his 19-year-old daughter. The big twist in the story is that the rapist
abuser is also a teacher.
Rivers was also a teacher. (He is also a
father, but his poor daughter ought never to be brought into her
father’s life nor will I engage in doing so here outside of
acknowledging this fact and reiterating to leave her entirely alone as
any child deserves.)
In this story—which is still up on Amazon—the
daughter is forced to wear a diaper and tells her father that she wet
herself. “Daddy’s eyes darkened in knowing pleasure,” Rivers writes.
Then
the story describes how Lori was supposed to go to college but instead
she is acclimated to the psychological gaslighting and torture of her
abusive stepfather. Rivers writes:
“It was only
within the last month that Daddy had really pushed to make Lori his
complete ‘little girl.’ Before, Daddy was just an overprotective figure
in her life who took care of her and her diapers. But within the last
few weeks, bibs and bottles and children’s clothes started flooding her
life.”
The teenager is forced to wear a small white
t-shirt with hearts and a short fluffy pink tutu that reveals her
diaper. When she begins crying he responds “quite stern,” with “shadows
of anger darkening his expression.” He forces her to sit on her lap,
violently physically and sexually assaults her then says, “Now you know
Daddy does not like disobedient little girls.” She is humiliated in
public, where he delights in mortifying both the sales associate and the
daughter he’s raping by saying that he’s shopping for a crib.
Rivers writes:
“As
she and Daddy passed by other shoppers, people would stop and stare at
Lori. Many of the women pointed and whispered, looking directly at
Lori’s face then at her diaper that was so thick it made her waddle.”
He forces his daughter into the crib in the store. Rivers writes:
“Daddy looked down at her with a deeply satisfied look….Lori looked up into his eyes, dark with pleasure.”
When
a friend named Katie recognizes Lori from school, this is when we learn
that the father is a professor at school known as “Professor Daniels”
and Katie is confused seeing her friend. Rivers writes:
“Lori
thought that if it were possible to die from shame she would most
certainly drop dead at this moment….Lori knew that within hours, her
entire graduating class would know about Lori Daniels wearing diapers
and drinking from baby bottles.”
When they return
home, the father tells his victim of incest and rape and psychological
torture that he is “proud” of her, rapes her again and ends with the
rapist father asking who his little girl is, her responding that it is
her and “knowing that it was a truth that ran deep into her core.”
The final story is about another abusive rapist teacher.
Professor
Hunter is running a research project lab and is cruel to a man named
Alexis but nice to the lab tech Christian who is treated as the “golden
child.”
When Alexis tries to get Professor Hunter’s attention,
the professor rebukes him and Christian asks, “Do you really want
Professor Hunter’s attention?”
Then Christian drives Alexis to a
house, where he hears a voice call out. It is the professor’s voice.
Christian replies, “Yes, Daddy! It’s me!” The professor asks what he’s
brought home, and he says, “I brought home a friend, Daddy. He said he
would really like some of your special attention.” Christian says that
he had an accident. The professor takes off Christian’s diaper bordered
with blue bunnies and molests the student. The professor says that he’s
had his eye on Alexis, “But my special attention is given only to very
special students. And these special students are the special little boys
who know how to make Daddy happy.”
The professor then asks the
student if he’d like to “join our family.” The professor says that
Chrissy will be a “good brother” and that he just needs to make sure he
“really is a good little boy.” First he tells him that he made a big
mistake by trying to “show off your report to Daddy.” Then he asks the
student to bend over and tells him that “in this house, we spank bare
bottom.”
When the victim is pinned, Rivers writes about “the mercy of his power.”
Throughout
his lifetime, Dana Rivers’ abuse and his relentless full-throated
activism to re-frame and mainstream his abuse as a “civil rights issue”
was unflagging.
“These people did not silence me,” Rivers wrote of
his enemies who did not want a predatory male talking about sex in the
classroom to vulnerable minors. “They did not make me go away. They did
not prevail.”
Back in 2016 when word got out that he had been
arrested, a user on Reddit wrote a post titled “I think (the) Dana
Rivers was just arrested for murdering a lesbian couple and their
adopted son.”
One commenter immediately piped in to defend the celebrated activist.
“It’s
hard to call her a bad person,” the user wrote in R/Transgender,
“without knowing what, if anything, these people did to her first.”
Dana Rivers was like the original LibsofTikTok teacher, if such a thing had been around in in 1999.
It
was then, when he was still David Warfield, that the imposing,
super-macho teacher told a classroom full of young students that he had
been “sodomized” as a kid, that “he always felt he was a woman trapped
in a man’s body” and that “he was going to be changing into a woman in
the fall.”
Because of such abusive and predatory behavior—no
teacher should ever discuss such details with their
students…obviously—he was let go after eight years of service.
Then,
after David had multiple surgeries to achieve his desired
fetish-affirming synthetic sex identity and rechristened himself as
Dana, the Navy vet then leveraged his termination into a $150,000
settlement and fawning media attention.
On his website, when
discussing his diagnosis of gender dysphoria, he says that if anyone has
a problem with it, “don’t expect a big debate from this girl.”
A press release about Rivers later that year had him practically vibrating with his newfound celebrity.
“To be honest,” he said. “I love it.”
He went on, relishing every name-drop, every appearance, every star-studded anecdote.
“It’s
been fun,” he said, “a bit overwhelming and very rewarding to have so
much attention paid to my situation. A book and movie are being
considered. I actually had Diane Sawyer and a producer from Oprah
Winfrey on the phone at the same time a few weeks ago. People magazine named me one of the 25 most intriguing people of 1999, and Jane
magazine named me one of the Gutsiest Women of the Year….I’ll take the
coffee spills on my carpet and broken bathroom door that happened the
day 20/20’s camera crew invaded my house, if the result is more respect.”
In
a speech at Capitol Mall in April of 2000, Dana Rivers bellowed to a
crowd of half a million people, “My problems are your problems. What
happened to me can happen to you.”
My problems are your problems.
Four
months later, he took his activism one step farther—publishing an
anti-lesbian article protesting the women-only policy at the legendary
lesbian music festival known as Michfest, a festival so sacred and
unrivaled women are still mourning its passing now even though it hasn’t
been around since 2015 when it ended.
Dana Rivers protested the women-only festival unapologetically because women saying no was unacceptable to him. No. This was bigotry to him. It was a civil rights violation.
“Any rule that would exclude me from the community,” he wrote in the 2000 piece, “is intolerable to me.”
Which
is why he was a member of Camp Trans, a group so terrifying that the
U.S. Forestry Service stopped granting it permits because of violence.
Rivers
couldn’t resist adding in his essay, comparing himself to these women
around him that “it was obvious to me and to them that I was more female
than they were.”
Rivers’ crucial role in Camp Trans is illuminating. He was a celebrity, known as the renowned activist Dana Rivers.”
Rivers and his fellow men would patrol the grounds armed with weapons to scare women into submission and compliance with their demands to invade their space.
They were unrelenting in their anti-women abuse—and their activism to do so.
One
particularly revolting flyer left for lesbians featured a a man with a
synthetic sex identity on the cover whose erect penis dominated the
page, underneath the words “REAL WOMEN HAVE COCKS.”
The letter read:
“Second-Wave
‘Feminists,’ A hot load from my monstrous tranny-cock embodies
womanhood more than the pieces of menstrual art your transphobic cunts
could ever hope to create. Love, Womyn-born-Monsters.”
Another
attendee recounted attending a pre-orgasmic workshop, filled largely
filled with women healing from male sexual predation, and a man with a
synthetic sex identity described graphically “using a cock ring to beat
his meat.” When the attendees were traumatized, he laughed, said he
volunteers at a rape crisis center and said he snuck into the fest
because “Michfest was made for queer women to celebrate their shared
sisterhood and give each other lots of orgasms” and that he wanted to
find a lesbian to have sex with.
Another lesbian Michfest-goer
added, “Trans women were running through the woods showing
festival-goers their junk and screaming at the gate. There were totally
nude trans women in the showers, and women at the festival didn’t want
to shower or take children in there. There was also some incidents of
people masturbating in public and screaming obscenities.”
One
intimidated female attendee was harassed by several men who followed her
on a path and said, “How does it feel to be the last one out late at
night?” and shone flashlights in her eyes.
In a Tumblr post detailing these incidents one woman writes:
“To every transactivist calling me transphobic: yes i fucking am transphobic, i’m scared of y’all.”
Reading
Michfest founder Lisa Vogel’s compassionate, measured, almost J.K.
Rowling-and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie-esque words from 2000 about the terror Rivers and Camp Trans was spreading is shocking.
Like
Rowling and Adichie, Vogel supports trans-identified rights. But
nowhere, she sanely makes clear, should those rights ever include the
right to destroy single-sex spaces. That is clearly and inherently an
abusive demand.
“The Michigan Womyn’s Music
Festival remains clear and firm in our commitment to maintain the
Festival as womyn-born womyn space. At the same time, we
stand as allies with the trans community and refuse to be forced into
false dichotomies that equate being pro-womyn-born womyn space with
being anti-trans.
“We believe the greater queer community is strong enough to support separate space for all affinity groups.
There are times all oppressed communities need separate spaces, even
away from their allies. The Festival community learned this in the
creation of a separate and honored Womyn of Color space. We
call upon the transsexual community to respect and support the community
of Michigan, which by its very definition is separate space for
womyn-born womyn.”
Womyn-born womyn…like Charlotte Reed and her wife Patricia Wright, both longtime Michfest attendees.
Reading
Rivers’ words from 2000 mocking and threatening the women of the
festival who dared keep him out—his writing drips with barely contained
condescending rage.
“While I truly have compassion for Lisa’s
desire to protect her festival from male energy, I knew…her line was
marked in an inappropriate place,” he wrote. “She was keeping out [men]
who needed and wanted to be inside.”
A few weeks ago now, as the
Rivers trial concluded before the jury returned a guilty verdict on all
three murders, the prosecutors revealed a meme that Rivers had kept on
his phone—right before he murdered Charlotte Reed and her entire family
and set fire to their home.
It showed a burning house.
“Mess with a biker chick,” the meme read, “and she’ll burn your house down.”
Six
years earlier, when he was first arrested, the police asked Dana Rivers
what could have caused him to do this—was it his motorcycle club?
“This has nothing to do with that,” he replied.
“This was personal.”
Let me quote from the Harvard Law Review-published Kara Dansky’s essential book The Abolition of Sex to put a finer point on it:
The
entire English language is being manipulated and twisted in order to
obscure the reality of sex. In June 2021, the Biden administration
replaced the word “mothers” with the words “birthing people” in a
section of a budget proposal regarding infant mortality. In a guide on
“Safer Sex for Trans Bodies,” the Human Rights Campaign urges readers to
refer to a vagina as a “front hole” and to a penis as a “strapless…”
That
our language has changed so dramatically as to make the natural,
material reality of sex nearly invisible, with so little public debate,
is astounding… If we cannot talk about sex, we cannot talk about sexism.
If we cannot talk about sexism, we cannot fight back against it.
Equally
insidious is the fact that when you betray material reality and when
you participate in your own gaslighting and cognitive dissonance, the
demoralization and confusion and despair will set in soon after.
Maybe 2+2 is 5?
No. You know it is not.
Psychopaths exhibit “fearless dominance” and glee at making you repeat fundamental Emperor’s New Clothes-style lies for this exact reason. They relish your submission.
With the first concession, the next is so much easier.
“No” is a complete sentence.
You owe no one anything.
There
has been a wholesale terror instilled in the public, media,
celebrities, politicians and beyond that any criticism of a
trans-identified person is equivalent to bigotry and genocide. It is one
of the most widespread mass propaganda campaigns we’ve ever seen in our
lifetimes, and it is stunning and educational to watch it unfold.
A more dishonest framing could not be imagined if you hired the most brilliant think-tanks in all the world.
Almost
everyone knows the framing not to be true, but it is not the truth that
matters anymore. Terror instead reigns supreme. It is what people think
that other people might think that matters. It is fear. It is quite
simply fear and the terror of the effects of simulated majority
sentiment.
“Most Americans across the political spectrum are not
going to go along with this,” Kara Dansky told me about the truth
finally getting out there. “That’s specifically why the media shuts us
out of the discussion.”
No one can change sex. No one. Even that most ideologically captured of all search engines—Google—agrees.
Of
course every human being deserves full human rights and civil rights
and dignity—always, no exceptions, including and especially those with
synthetic sex identities.
But here are some crucial distinctions to make so that you are not actually fighting for the rights of abusers. Consider:
Sexual entitlement is not a civil right.
Sexual abuse is not a civil right.
Sexual exhibitionism and indecent exposure is not a civil right.
Sexual encroachment on women-only spaces and words and realities by men is not a civil right.
Sexual colonization of womanhood, distortion of science, decimation of women’s sports and women’s safety in prisons and rape shelters and hospitals is not a civil right nor is compelled lying requiring people to ignore their instincts and material reality.
No
man—regardless of how many surgeries he’s paid for or how many
synthetic drugs he has ingested—deserves the ability to destroy the
rights and boundaries and realities and safety and survival of millions
of women who are screaming, shouting, begging, pleading, fighting: No! No! No!
Even if it was just one woman, she would matter, that woman.
But there are so many women fighting this poisonous cult.
Let me briefly highlight three.
Much of the reporting I’ve relied upon in this piece has come from a writer named Genevieve Gluck who wrote this excellent Reduxx article about Dana Rivers here.
Gluck is one of the foremost writers about women’s issues, and her
piece features reaction from criminal justice lawyer and the president
of the U.S. chapter of Women’s Declaration International, Kara Dansky, the astoundingly brave criminal justice lawyer who has almost single-handedly made sure that this widely censored case—the Dana Rivers story—is not forgotten.
Dansky has written an excellent book, The Abolition of Sex, which in it also mentions the incisive work Gluck has done writing about the near-weaponized, hyper-proliferation of pornography and its links to “synthetic sex identities,” a term that is preferable to “trans” which often seeks to invalidate biological sex.
“Synthetic sex identities” was coined by preeminent researcher Jennifer Bilek.
I wholeheartedly encourage you to support Gluck, Dansky and Bilek if you care about women’s rights and want to support women who are very much on the front lines.
They, along with the scores of women who are increasingly speaking out—from academics to nurses to comedians to authors to journalists to mothers to artists—despite
brutal pushback from men’s rights activists, all deserve your
whole-hearted support and even more than that your voice and your
courage.
It’s hard to imagine anyone loudly protesting on behalf
of Dana Rivers’ rights to be locked up with vulnerable women following
his heartless slaying of a black and white lesbian couple and their
adopted black son.
But that’s exactly what happened this week.
As
the sentencing phase for Rivers began, on Monday, Kara Dansky and
several other women held a protest out in the cold near Alameda County
Jail, holding up two purple signs that read: “No men in women’s
prisons.”
Don’t treat women worse than prisoners of war. Don’t support the violating of humanitarian law to support hate-crime-committing spree killers.
It seems simple, doesn’t it?
Well,
not to Dana Rivers’ supporters, fans, advocates and cheerleaders for
his right to be locked up with terrified women who don’t want this
madman anywhere near them.
In the middle of Dansky’s protest,
acting just like his hero Dana Rivers and in a move that would have made
the killer proud, one psychopath violently smashed an egg full-throttle
into the side of the former ACLU lawyer’s face.
Violence. Assault. Terrorism. All in honor of a triple murderer.
And
those flags that the women were carrying to protest the brutality being
enacted upon their fellow women? Violently ripped away and stolen. A
robbery that was soon after boasted about and celebrated, with the signs eventually lit on fire and posed with, Abu Ghraib style.
Abusers, all of them.
They would have made Dana Rivers so proud.