Convicted rapist Brock Turner, his father, and Judge Aaron Persky provided a Fisher Price-level lesson plan for recognizing white privilege and rape culture
If you are a person who
1. Cares at all about concepts like social justice, racism, gender equality, feminism, patriarchy, and privilege
And youre also someone who …
2. Carries a frustration with people who have either been unable or unwilling to possess a nuanced understanding for what any of these concepts mean …
Brock Turner, his father Dan, and Santa Clara County superior court judge Aaron Persky just provided a Fisher Price-meets-Trump University-level lesson plan for recognizing white privilege and rape culture. You will never find a plainer, less sophisticated, and easier to grasp example of these particular strains of pervasive shitty. Anyone who reads the details of this story and still comes away unconvinced these things exist is either trolling, a member of the Turner family, or Simple Jacks replacement for the dumbest mofo that ever lived.
Of course, you cant make a fuckshit souffle without the proper ingredients. And this had them all. The foundation, of course, was the sexual assault Brock Turner committed. He was found on top of an unconscious woman outside of a Kappa Alpha fraternity house. When discovered, he attempted to run away, but was apprehended by two students who happened to be passing by. Its particularly telling that he tried to flee, as that act cuts through the argument of anyone Turner and his father included who claims to sincerely believe theres nothing wrong with raping a woman unable to provide consent. He knew what he was doing was wrong; he just attempted to spin it into less of a wrong after he got caught.
Not satisfied that the souffle had enough seasoning, Turner prepared and read a statement that blamed campus drinking culture for his act; even having the audacity to center himself as the primary victim, as he claimed she was conscious the entire time. It was like he had a rape culture dartboard and attempted to hit every target.
Turner, however, was demonstratively refuted in a statement read by the woman he victimized. She wrote:
I fully respected his right to a trial, but even after twelve jurors unanimously convicted him guilty of three felonies, all he has admitted to doing is ingesting alcohol. Someone who cannot take full accountability for his actions does not deserve a mitigating sentence. It is deeply offensive that he would try and dilute rape with a suggestion of promiscuity. By definition rape is the absence of promiscuity, rape is the absence of consent, and it perturbs me deeply that he cant even see that distinction.
Following Turners conviction, the prosecutors recommended six years. This is when Judge Persky took the souffle out of the oven, tasted it, and said: You know what this souffle is missing? A dollop of white privilege. Actually forget a dollop. This needs a quart of that shit. This resulted in a six-month sentence, with Perskys rationale being that a prison sentence would have a severe impact on him and that I think he will not be a danger to others.
Lets forget for a moment that the point of putting rapists in prison is for it to have a severe impact on them. If you want to be moderately impacted by something, eat a Chipotle burrito, get on the elliptical, and feel it moderately impact your digestive system. Also lets even forget that Turner still hasnt taken any real blame or possessed any real remorse for his act. Perhaps hes not dangerous to other men, but hes definitely dangerous to women. He is a remorseless and privileged rapist who received an eh punishment for his crime. This is the very definition of dangerous person.
Instead, lets focus on what Persky claimed to base his decision on: Turners age and lack of a criminal history.
And then ask yourselves if theres any doubt whatsoever that Turner wouldnt have received the same deal if he possessed the same age and the same lack of a criminal history, but happened to look like Kimbo Slice (RIP).
Not to be outdone, Dan Turner (Brocks father) smelled the souffle baking, walked into the kitchen, opened the oven door, grabbed some oven mitts, pulled it out, placed it on the counter, stuck a serving spoon in it, tasted the still burning hot souffle, and thought: This meal is almost done. All its missing is another gallon or two of white privilege. And possibly gallon or two of rape culture too.
The result: a ridiculously tone-deaf, bizarre, myopic, and just fucked-up-as-all-the-fucks letter where he claimed Turners sentence is a steep price to pay for 20 minutes of action out of his 20-plus years of life.Which ignores the fact that 20 minutes is along-ass time. Far more than enough time to rape and steal and mug and murder. You could strangle 20 kittens in 20 minutes.
He also stated that Turners life is an anxiety-ridden, fearful and depressing mess. Which is exactly what many actual rape victims experience after theyre raped. And, if this epitome of shitty surreality wasnt enough, he went on a tangent about the food his rapist son loved to grill and how the results of all the raping he was doing wouldnt allow him to enjoy grilling anymore. (Seriously. He actually said that out of his own actual mouth. Read that for yourself.)
Part of me felt somewhat sympathetic towards Dan Turner, because hes just attempting to defend his boy. But then I thought about my own dad, who loves me as much as a father can love a son. And then I thought about what my dad would do if he heard that I was discovered raping a woman behind a dumpster; a devious, disgusting, lecherous and deviant criminal act that ruined this womans life and ruined my academic and athletic career.
And then, I thought about how after I regained consciousness from the coma hed put me in, Id likely overhear him telling the judge: Yeah, hes my son and I love him, but he deserves a few years in prison to give him a consequence for this terrible act. But mostly to keep him away from me randomly kicking his bitch-ass ass for the next decade. And then the shred of sympathy I considered possessing for Dan Turner withered away.
Almost complete, the souffle needed one more thing: a few tablespoons of white privilege cake batter and vanilla frosting on top of it. This came in the form of a mugshot, or lack thereof. While black people involved with some sort of legal and/or criminal issue even black people actually victimized by the police regularly have their mugshots circulated, Brock Turners smiling and suited up yearbook photo was the prevailing image of him. Until this week, when the Santa Clara sheriffs department finally released two mugshots of Turner; one from the night he was arrested, and one from his sentencing last week.
So there you have it. The easiest way to make the perfect fuckshit souffle; complete with numerous generous helpings of rape culture and white privilege.
And if you still can not follow these simple-ass, social promotion-ass directions, I have some Trump University admissions applications for you to complete.
Another version of this piece first appeared on Very Smart Brothas
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