I am a man.
I get to go into spaces set aside for men. And I have been in many places and situations that have, intentionally or not, been male-only.
Locker rooms in high school.
The community-college English class I took in 1982, with a male professor and half-a-dozen male students, talking about Jack London and Ernest Hemingway and W. Somerset Maugham.
College bull sessions at an institution that was around 85% male.
Locker rooms at that college, and at many gyms, universities, and Y’s since then.
Lunches and dinners with groups of male colleagues.
Apartments that I’ve shared with other men.
And you know what?
In not one of these places would it have been appropriate to brag and laugh about sexual battery.
It is not appropriate to brag and laugh about sexual battery anywhere, any more than it is appropriate to commit sexual battery.
In our society, being a man — even more so, a wealthy white man — gives a person more power than they would otherwise have.
Being human means knowing how not to abuse that power.
Cover image: Lone Person at Ellis Island, copyright 2010 by Everett W. Howe
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