be conscientious objectors came in for help there were always
a lot o f jokes about rape. I didn’t see how you could make
jokes about rape i f you were against violence; maybe rape
barely existed at all but it was pretty awful. The pacifists and
w ar resisters would counsel the conscientious objectors about
what to say to the draft boards. Vietnam was pulling all these
boys to be killers. The draft board always asked what the c. o. ’s
would do i f their mother was raped or their girlfriend or their
sister and it was a big joke. The pacifists and the c. o . ’s would
say things like they would let her have a good time. I don’t
remember all the things they said but they would laugh and
jo k e about it; it always made me sort o f sick but if I tried to say
something they w ouldn’t listen and I didn’t know what to say
anyway. Eventually the pacifists would tell the c. o. ’s the right
w ay to answer the question. It was a lofty answer about never
using violence under any circumstance however tragic or
painful but it was a lie because none o f them ever thought it
was anything to have their girlfriend raped or their mother.
They always thought it was funny and they always laughed; so
it wasn’t violence because they never laughed at violence. So
I’m not sure i f rape even really existed because these pacifists
really cared about violence and they never would turn their
backs on violence. They cared about social justice. They cared
about peace. They cared about racism. They cared about
poverty. They cared about everything bad that happened to
people. It was confusing that they didn’t care about rape, or
thought it was a joke, but then I wasn’t so sure what rape was
exactly. I knew it was horrible. I always had a picture in my
mind o f a woman with her clothes torn, near dead, on the floor,
unable to move because she was beaten up so bad and hurt so
much, especially between her legs. I always thought the Nazis
had done it. The draft board always asked about the Nazis:
would you have fought against the Nazis, suppose the Nazis
tried to rape your sister. They would rehearse how to answer the
draft board and then, when it came to the rape part, they always
laughed and madejokes. I would be typing because I never got
to talk or they would act irritated if I did or they would just
keep talking to each other anyway over me and I felt upset and
I would interrupt and say, well, I mean, rape is. . . . but I
could never finish the sentence, and if I’d managed to get their
attention, sometimes by nearly crying, they’d all just stare and
I’d go blank. It was a terrifying thing and you would be so
hurt; how could they laugh? And you wouldn’t want a Nazi to
come anywhere near you, it would just be foul.
would say, trying to find a way to say—
very bad, I wanted to say, but I could only say