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Dishonor Code: Rape, Reputation & Repercussion at the University of Virginia

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This is a guest post by Willa Hammitt Brown, a doctoral candidate at the University of Virginia, where she is finishing her dissertation, “Gentlemen of the Woods: Manhood, Myth and the American Lumberjack, 1860-1920”. She is a teaching assistant in the Department of History and the Women’s and Gender Studies program.  Content note: this article mentions sexual assault.

“I have worn the honors of Honor

I graduated from Virginia” – :The Honor Men”, James Hay Jr, 1903

“Nobody wants to send their daughter to the rape school” – Rolling Stone, 2014

This morning I got an email from the President of my University, the University of Virginia. In it, she quotes Thomas Jefferson, and invokes tradition, honor and idealism. She harks back to the long history of a storied institution. “Honor and tradition inform our thinking,” she explains, but where “success is demanded as much as it is sought” we…

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“What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?” (R.E.M.)

What’s the frequency, Kenneth
Is your Benzedrine, uh-huh?
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb
Not up to speed

I thought I’d pegged you, an idiot’s dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider’s screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh

I’d studied your cartoons, radio
Music, TV, movies, magazines
Richard said,
“Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy”

A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

What’s the frequency, Kenneth
Is your Benzedrine, uh-huh?
Butterfly decal, rear-view mirror
Doggin’ the scene

You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
I never understood

J.W.

“Billie Jean” (Michael Jackson)

She told me her name was Billie Jean
As she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me, “Be careful of what you do
And dont go around breaking young girls hearts”
And mother always told me, “Be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do cause the lie becomes the truth”

Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one but the kid is not my son

J.W.