All Men Are Rapists And That's All

In A Great Gasp, Puts Her Head In Her Hands Again And Cries As If Her Throat Were A Cave, As If The Howling Winds Came From Her Belly, She Cries Like A Storm That Will Never End.

There's Power To: And Everyone Should Have That, But Everyone Doesn't. Power To Play Bach, Or Tennis, Or Boccie If You Like. And There's Power Over; And No One Should Have That, But People Do.

Later, She Would Remember These Years, And Realize With Astonishment That She Had, By Fifteen, Decided On Most Of The Assumptions She Would Carry For The Rest Of Her Life: That People Were Essentially Not Evil, That Perfection Was Death, That Life Was Better Than Order And A Little Chaos Good For The Soul. Most Important, This Life Was All. Unfortunately, She Forgot These Things, And Had To Remember Them The Hard Way.

Anyone Determined To Find Another Person Or Group Inferior Can Always Find Whole Lists Of Grounds That Demonstrate Inferiority Because We Are All Inferior To The Ideals Of Humanness We Have Erected.

Women Are Afraid In A World In Which Almost Half The Population Bears The Guise Of The Predator, In Which No Factor - Age, Dress, Or Color - Distinguishes A Man Who Will Harm A Woman From One Who Will Not.