Man's treatment of Women. NEVERMORE

Chivara Orrin gives amazing testimony in the linked article. Chivara's Facebook post that struck me
Truth will not take a back seat anymore. The more stories of strength through insurmountable obstacles MUST be told and honored. Only then can we remove major obstacles that bolster Trump and his followers lustful egos. Their definition of "Winning" is always connected to domination, money, and life as a competitive sport. The bully mentality is breed through laughter, and lack of empathy.

If Trump's ego is not fed he has no status. Starvation of behavior must come from within. Men need to stand up in the locker room, on the job site, at the home, on the street and say "Nevermore!" You will be called out for not being able to take "a joke", "you're too serious, lighten up". Other men will ostracize you. If you're a man, you will learn to step up. If not, you have chosen the comfort of your privilege as a man, and don't want anything to change. Why should you? You have the world as your playground. Why should you share? Said every child before learning self responsibility.

The shear number of women coming forward with their stories of aggression by men is earth shattering. We need to step back and say a collective "my heart is breaking because of my blindness to this travesty". We are right now turning our backs on women. That is a stain that will be hard to recover from. It's no longer hidden...we should take a huge world pause and realize we can never pretend we didn't just get jolted into a place of never going back. You can't erase what you know now, please don't try.

I apologize for my extended rant, but I am devastated by the realization of what we have done to women, and most of all, with the knowledge we now have, we are doing nothing concrete to shine a light on the cockroaches. I re-imaged one of my favorite poems by Edgar Allan Poe.

I love a good joke, but never at the expense of having to be funny off someone else's back. I love to lighten up, when it's the right time. Now is not the time to back off and let it all go. We men have done that for too many years now, mostly to be one of the guys. I don't want to be "one of the guys" anymore if that involves demeaning women, demeaning the poor, demeaning those that don't follow archaic norms of the past. PC is the term conservatives rant against as a blanket generalization. Oh, how damn inconvenient that I have to watch what I say all the time. PC = respectfulness. No one said you had to be perfect, just that you try. Resentment against "just trying" is huge, overwhelmingly white and male. "Let them eat cake!" by Marie Antoinette (she may not have really said this) is a great example of how people can be oblivious to others lives. When you cannot get outside your own skin and imagine or try to understand you brothers and sisters, you have lost your way. You are not in a position to be given power of any type. You are an infant that needs to step back, observe live, and learn.

We are at an extraordinary time of dysfunction because the infantile have control of our country. They are not capable of learning anything, they take great pride in not seeing any world except their own and those that see their world in a similar way. They are not the majority and when the unhinged minority have power you have instability that ripples through the universe, especially if you are a large dominant country.


Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.


I have a new interpretation for this famous Poe poem that most view as a representation of the loss of his wife. We need to hear women rapping at the door, we need to hear her stories, we need to morn our oblivious nature to her struggles and triumphs without our own egos saying "what about me?". The door is open, the darkness pleads for us to awaken and say "Nevermore", she is rapping at your door.