(Note: this article was NOT written by Allen West)
We’ve written here on many occasions about the social engineering going on in the military. About how and when women should serve on the front lines with men. About whether or not standards should be changed to allow more women in combat and special operator positions. And about the incidence of sexual assault in the military (which seems to be happening more and more to men, actually).
Now, I have never served. But I have been a female all of my life (and intend to remain that way). And this female Airman’s words certainly struck a chord with me.
“If you want to help me, you need to stop calling me a victim.”
As published on the John Q. Public blog, this letter from an active duty enlisted Airman writing under the pen name of Kayce M. Hagen powerfully captures her thoughts after attending mandatory annual training given by her base’s Sexual Assault Response Coordination (SARC) office.
The full text of the letter is below, but there’s a key point she mentions which is important not only for the military, but the civilian world as well.
Men and women must walk on eggshells around each other lest any small gesture or word be taken as “offensive.” And as Hagen writes, women can now destroy men’s lives with just one sentence:
He sexually assaulted me.
Hagen says because the Air Force is trying to prevent sexual assault, it is isolating women. And when they become isolated, they become targets. And when they become targets, they become victims.
“I am not a victim. I am an American Airman, I am a Warrior, and I have answered my nation’s call.”
Whoa. That’s the sort of person we need defending our freedoms.
Here is the full text of Hagen’s letter:
I got up this morning as an Airman in the United States Air Force. I got up and I put on my uniform, I pulled back my hair, I looked in the mirror and an Airman looked back. A strong, confident military professional stared out of my bathroom mirror, and I met her eyes with pride. Then I came to your briefing. I came to your briefing and I listened to you talk to me, at times it seemed directly to me, about sexual assault. You talked about a lot of things, about rivers and bridges, you talked about saving people and victimization. In fact you talked for almost a full ninety minutes, and you disgusted me.
You made me a victim today, and I am nobody’s victim. I am an American Airman in the most powerful Air Force in the world, and you made me into a helpless whore. A sensitive, defenseless woman who has no power to protect herself, who has nothing in common with the men she works with. You made me untouchable, and by doing that you made me a target. You gave me a transparent parasol, called it an umbrella and told me to stand idly by while you placed everything from rape to inappropriate shoulder brushes in a crowded hallway underneath it. You put my face up on your slides; my face, my uniform, my honor, and you made me hold this ridiculous contraption of your own devising and called me empowered. You called me strong. You told me, and everyone else who was listening to you this morning that I had a right to dictate what they said. That I had a right to dictate what they looked at. That I had a right to dictate what they listened to. That somehow, in my shop, I was the only person who mattered. That they can’t listen to the radio because they might play the Beatles, or Sir Mix-A-Lot, and that I might be offended. That if someone plays a Katy Perry song, I might have flashbacks to a night where I made a bad decision. I might be hurt, and I’m fragile right? Of course I am, you made me that way.