printViolent, vicious rape, compounded by the very real risk of HIV infection, are a feature of female philanthropy in Africa, and in Haiti—that “Piece Of Africa Transported To The New World.” However, so deeply silly is the prototypical, progressive white woman, in her fantasies (let’s be honest; these are sexual) of rescuing the world, that she discards this reality.
Or, rapes reality with fictitious political constructs to exonerate her rapist and solve her inner-conflict.
Vox Day and his readers are particularly funny in their responses to this not-so-funny stale tale of a self-styled scholar and do-gooder, who travels to Haiti on a rescue mission, only to get raped repeatedly and viciously by the flesh-and-blood object of her advocacy and idiotic projections.
Her rapist could probably have had his way with her, but he preferred to hurt her. Badly. Why? Because the freewheeling, uninhibited spirit this woman so admires moved him in that direction; the act turned him on! Still, all she, Amanda Kijera, takes away from this is a renewed commitment to her oppressed oppressor.
Via Vox Day.
Update (May 3):
• To the usually incredibly skeptical Van Wijk: It is my tendency not to believe this sort of female’s tales of familial abuse. Repressed memory syndrome; satanic ritual abuse: This type of woman would have experienced them all … in her own family. Our educational, cultural and political milieus nurtures the febrile imaginations of feeble-minded fems. To be considered abusive by their relative, it would have been sufficient for Kijera’s kin to be white, christian or conservative.
• George: About the “PMV – Presidential Medal of Victimhood”; rest assured that among Anderson Cooper’s carefully color-coded select “CNN Heroes,” a place will be found for “Women who Went Back For More.” Perhaps AC will even film the ladies as they venture into the lion’s den, much as he films himself swimming with Great Whites.
I believe this is a picture of the two friends in missions.
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“While I take issue with my brother’s behavior, I’m grateful for the experience.” What the fuck?! What sane person is thankful for being raped? I know there are plenty of examples of this stupidity, but it still makes me cringe. Anarchy has not reigned in Haiti because of Europeans, for the white man has been non-existent in Haiti for years. The few exceptions are the short periods where the US Marines kept order, and assorted white, Western missionaries to Haiti.
From Mr. Glisson’s link:
Growing up in Ohio, I encountered physical, sexual and emotional abuse in my home. I ran away often and worked as a teenage prostitute in order to survive the streets.
This is a broken woman. When you’re traumatized like that at such a young age, it does profound damage to the psyche and arrests development. My guess is that she’s had no real therapy and is instead using activism as a form of therapy. It won’t work.
While I take issue with my brother’s behavior, I’m grateful for the experience.
Yeah, she’s living on borrowed time. She’s so shattered that she doesn’t know which way is up, and will likely end up collateral damage in the ongoing culture war.
These silly boobs, especially the females, are raised in a world of empty platitudes and social propaganda. When they take their fuzzy-thinking selves into the real world they find out that it’s indeed a jungle out there.
I wonder if she can truthfully still be a liberal after that. She may fool the world, but is she fooling herself ?
It’s more than sad that someone would aspire less to helping and more to victimhood. The only thing that would make her experience even more meaningful to her, I suspect, would be to have it nationally and officially recognized. If only there were some award – a PMV – Presidential Medal of Victimhood perhaps?
I see these “sexual tourists” in Cape Town all the time. The rougher the natives treat them, the more they tip. Then they go back to Europe and blog about being “ravaged by a young, virile native”.
As bizarre as this story seems, it is really not too uncommon. Here are a couple more examples from 2009.
1) A Dutch journalist covering the Taliban gets raped by said Taliban and doesn’t hold a grudge.
2) A woman in California, who was heading to the parking lot after shopping, noticed a strange man standing by her car. She told police he looked like a thug, but she did not want to appear racist. So she proceeded to her vehicle and got raped.
He looked like a thug but she didn’t want to appear racist? What in the plu-perfect hell is wrong with people? I see this sort of thing all the time. People tiptoe around so as not to offend some low life who would kill them for pocket change. When Obama low-rated his grandmother in his book he intimated that she was some kind of closet racist because she was uneasy when passing a group of blacks on the street. Sounds to me she had good sense. I’m a grown man, usually armed when I’m on the street and I’m half expecting trouble when passing a group of blacks. If any of your enlightened readers find this disturbing I invite them to come down to the real world and find out how superior they are when faced with the facts of life.
The case from the Vox Day blog reminds me painfully of Dutch journalist Joanie de Rijke who just wanted to do some innocent in-depth research in Afghanistan, got involved with and raped by some Taliban and then blamed Geert Wilders.
To the usually incredibly skeptical Van Wijk…
Why thank you. 🙂
It is my tendency not to believe this sort of female’s tales of familial abuse. Repressed memory syndrome; satanic ritual abuse: This type of woman would have experienced them all … in her own family.
I’ve read a few books on the subject, and the ability of abuse to repeat itself with such precision through several generations is uncanny. It’s the gift that keeps on giving. That being said, I do take your point. The quickest way for a young woman to earn instant street cred it to claim parental abuse followed by a “life on the streets.” Whatever her actual background, nothing excuses that level of fanaticism.
Life on the streets?? Has she ever seen a woman who’s lived on the streets? They have twice or thrice the number of wrinkles as their contemporaries; rotten teeth, and a vacant stare. If they get out of that lifestyle, it is usually because of Jesus.
Maybe the writer really meant that she slept on the pavement a couple of times…
Van Wijk, I have a postulate that this behaviour is carried over from generation to generation because the “victim” is conditioned to act in a way which either provokes the abusive behaviour, or on the flipside, the abusive behaviour is mimicked because the abuser uses it as misplaced rage, or an attempt to make someone else feel what they felt. This doesn’t excuse it though, I would much rather tell each side to grow up and deal with it already.
I also spent my life “on the streets”. Well, if you count spending all afternoon after school riding my bike around the neighbourhood. Didn’t do much good for my grades, but a swift kick on the behind from my dad solved that problem rather abruptly.
“I came out of foster care armed with a love of self-teaching and a wholehearted belief in self-motivation.” and “I ran away often and worked as a teenage prostitute in order to survive the streets.” Which story are we to believe, foster care- home, family- meals on time; or sleeping on old newspapers and standing on the corner with a thumb up in hopes of scrounging a meal. I write stories for a hobby. I understand consistency; a dime is too much to spend on this story.
Celebrate differences.
Just don’t notice them.
Sweet!