one of the upstanding pillars of the Haitian elite, who insisted he was a gentleman because he loses his erection if a woman starts to fight him off, started to stalk me. On the third day, one of my drivers cornered me in an abandoned building, and I had to talk him out of his threats to touch me.
I was having a weepy little fit because a white oil-spill worker threatened to lynch any black oil-spill worker who hit on me.... I'd taken a side excursion to Oklahoma for a story about some convicted ex-felons who once beat somebody to death with their bare hands at a party for fun. When they got drunk and handsy one night and suggested that I'd be pretty fun to pass around for lively intercourse, I fled into the rural darkness.
It was my research editor who told me it was completely nuts to willingly get fucked at gunpoint. That's what she called me when I told her the story. We were drunk and in a karaoke bar, so at the time I came up with only a wounded face and a whiny, "I'm not completely nuuuuts!"In three opening sentences, she is purposely inflammatory (I don't care what anyone brings to the table on this, that is as inflammatory an opening sentence as one could ask for, and in my opinion it is absolutely tone-deaf to open an essay in which you hope to be taken seriously about sexual trauma with a sentence that is clearly sexual shock-and-awe-bait), and positions herself as an immature adolescent who isn't taking this situation seriously. This tone continues throughout the essay, in my opinion.
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