The
Rolling Stone story about a gang rape at the University of Virginia has,
in the eyes of many in the media, gone from bombshell reporting to journalistic
malpractice in the bat of an eye.
The details of this crime are
practically unspeakable. The shock of it led many people to recoil in horror
upon the article’s release and ask, “How could this have happened at such a
respectable school?” Upon further reflection, and after a skeptical blog post by Worth Editor Richard Bradley, people began
to ask, “Could this really have happened?”
First, there’s the scale of the
crime. No one doubts the existence of sociopaths on campus, but nine of them
conspiring together at one fraternity in an act so depraved it could be
something out of a West African civil war?
Then, there are the details. If the
gang rape was premeditated, why did the fraternity brothers leave a glass table
in the room, which Jackie was smashed through in the initial attack, with the
subsequent assaults taking place on the shards?
Would Jackie’s friends, seeing her
bruised, cut and traumatized, really have stood around debating how it would
affect their social status if she dared report the crime?
In
fact, even the writer of the article doesn’t seem to know if the
story is true.
Sabrina Rubin Erdely has said she found Jackie credible. But she didn’t
talk to the accused students. She explained in a Slate podcast that she
couldn’t get in touch with the alleged perpetrators “because [the fraternity’s]
contact page was pretty outdated.” She wouldn’t tell the Washington Post whether
she even knew their names, and retreated
to the argument that the real point of the story wasn’t the violent incident
itself, but the culture of UVA.
Almost
as shocking as the original incident is the fact that Jackie never reported it
to the police. If Rolling Stone is to be
believed, the UVA administration didn’t really encourage her to do so, and even
as she was talking to the magazine for a report that would make national waves,
she still hadn’t reported her tormentors to law enforcement.
Even
considering her trauma and fragile psychological state, this is an
extraordinary lapse. By her account, Phi Kappa Psi isn’t
a fraternity so much as a criminal gang committed to sexual violence.
Bizarrely,
prosecution of rapists isn’t particularly high on the list of priorities of
many of the same feminists who reflexively credit the UVA story. The feminist agenda on campus rape has two elements. It
aims to define ambiguous sexual encounters as rape at the same time it seeks to
empower college administrations, instead of the criminal justice system, to
handle sexual assault allegations.
In a compelling piece for the New
York Times a couple of weeks ago, Jed
Rubenfeld of Yale Law School explained why both ends of this equation are
wrong. The new standard for sexual consent — spelled out in elaborate
campus rules governing every step of a sexual encounter — “encourages people to
think of themselves as sexual assault victims when there was no assault.”
Schools
should be encouraging victims to go to the police, as befits any other crime.
No one would ever think to handle an armed robbery with a campus hearing and a
disciplinary slap on the wrist.
Rapists are violent criminals, and if victims are understandably reluctant to
report them to the police, colleges and local police forces should be doing
everything they reasonably can to make it easier for them to do so.
The other campus imperative should
be better controlling the alcohol-fueled party scene that has become an
entitlement of young adulthood in America. Much of what feminists call rape
culture is what Heather Mac Donald, in a characteristically brilliant essay for
The Weekly Standard, deems “a squalid hook-up scene, the result of
jettisoning all normative checks on promiscuous behavior.”
At
UVA, the priority should be getting to the truth of Jackie’s story, and either
holding accountable the guilty parties, or debunking a calumny.
For the record and in the interest of full disclosure, I was in a fraternity at UVA (pictured below) and had many friends at the nearby Kappa Sigma house.