Friday, November 17, 2017

What Is Wrong With These People?

“The first time she molested me, I was three. The last time, I was twelve, and able to walk away.

I put Walter in jail for molesting one boy. I had tried to intervene when I was 13 by telling Mother and Lisa, and they just moved him into his own apartment.

I had been living partially on couches since I was ten years old because of the out of control drugs, orgies, and constant flow of people in and out of our family “home.”
None of this should be news. Walter was a serial rapist with many, many, many victims (I named 22 to the cops) but Marion was far, far worse. She was cruel and violent, as well as completely out of her mind sexually. I am not her only victim, nor were her only victims girls.” – Moira Greyland”

You didn't have to look hard to find IT.

IT was everywhere in that decade.

Everything that came out 1970s was intrinsically diseased.  The fashions, the music, the literature, the art, the home life, the dreams...and of course and especially...the sex.

None of it was new. None of it was original.  None of it was brave.  None. Of. It.

It was the age of the Roughie.  Nasty, viscous, badly written and with dirty lighting.  Greasy producers scraped from the underside of the oozing decaying corpse of the now dead Hollywood studio system created it in tune to a zietgeist that was the worst that the human spirit had ever offered the world.   It was easier to the call those stains on celluloid Roughies than what they really were, which was rape films.

The Roughies got to be in main stream films and prime time television in only slightly watered down form.  Best known examples?  Mandingo and Roots. According to these films African-American slave girls were apparently raised in specialized convents in order to make their deflorations much more traumatic, (rather than knowing what would one day be expected of them by age six and adjusting their expectations accordingly).  

It was the age of kiddie porn.  Legal child pornography.  You could find cheap little black and white personals ads for it in back of sleazy magazines like Screw and Peacock.  8mm films that were guaranteed to come in discreet plain packaging. The age of the plain brown wrapper.  More or less, kinda sorta legal.  It wasn't really any single cops job to enforce laws on it.  Who knew what to enforce?  All of the Blue Laws were still on the books.  It was just as illegal to defile a  twelve year old of either sex,  as it was to bang a twenty-one year old virgin if you promised to marry her afterward and then welshed.

Every manner and type of perversion was getting it's day in the sun to see if would flower or burn.

High tone child soft core like Louis B. Maille's Pretty Baby enjoyed theatrical distribution. This was a film that today would have sent half the production company to jail and Brooke Shields to a foster home.

The most over rated film in history; Salò polluted screens and minds.  This was not Citizen Kane you dip-shits!  You are only impressed with it because you have been told by rich Communists to be impressed by it.  From a technical stand point alone, Caligula is a better flick.

Roman Polanski enjoyed his own underage  harem until the law finally got after him for sodomizing a thirteen year old girl against her will.  He fled the country but is still revered by artists enclaves.

As I said.  IT was everywhere in the 1970s.  So why was the realm of Science Fiction Conventions so much more vulnerable to predators like Walter Breen, Marion Zimmer Bradley, David Asimov and  Ed Kramer. And these are just the big names who ruled the Cons circuit in the 1970s.  All of them are known to have been child predators.

Piers Anthony's Xanth novels have an unusually strong market among child molesters.  

Extremely over rated (because he is black and gay) Grand Master Samuel R. Delany, is an open supporter of NAMBLA.  

Any barrel can have the occasional bad apple but it is a strange barrel indeed where the rest of the apples insist on protecting the oozing, worm ridden and rotted ones.

And protect them they do.  This is from Daniel at the Castalia House Blog

Anne McCafferey – Long after the rumors of Ed Kramer’s unsettling relationships with young boys were circulating, and well after Nancy A. Collins had begun to raise questions and evidence against Kramer in sufficient amount to persuade caution, McCaffrey came out in “violent” defense of Kramer.


“My response is violent, as I have often been a guest and GoH at Dragon*Con. I have written such people as I know who might spread the word and try to get Ed his trial. Four effing years? And this is before the current Bush administration. Something must be done for him.
….I never had much use for the State of Georgia anyhow but there are limits past which any right-thinking person must take action. As a euro-citizen, I would be happy to take it to the Hague. (I’ll find out how.)
But thank you for laying out the sordid facts and reminding us all that some basic human rights can be at risk”


Notably, McCaffrey is also the entire reason why the old “Science Fiction-only” SFWA expanded to include the Fantasy genre. Thus, a pedophilia-apologist also happened to be a powerful force for change in the SFWA.


Apparently, some sordid facts are more sordid than others.


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Harlan Ellison – Multiple Hugo, Nebula and Edgar-winning author, gadfly and defender of pedophiles.


Harlan Ellison – A large number of science fiction big names have gone on record to staunchly defend the rights of pedophiles, while the number of opponents of such a culture are not only small, but not prominent. One of the more popular voices in science fiction is Ellison, and he used his weight to lend support to the “Free Ed” movement, with no concern for the actual victims:


“It’s primordial. Gwinnett County behaves as if it’s the 14th century, and it’s the Spanish inquisition. They’re treating Ed Kramer as if he’s the Marquis De Sade for Chrissakes.”
Ellison’s comparison was high and to the left: Kramer’s crimes were more horrific than de Sade’s.
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Samuel R. Delany – Named Damon Knight Lifetime Grandmaster in 2013, Samuel “Chip” Delany had been extolling the virtues of sex with children for decades.
“I read the NAMBLA [Bulletin] fairly regularly and I think it is one of the most intelligent discussions of sexuality I’ve ever found. I think before you start judging what NAMBLA is about, expose yourself to it and see what it is really about. What the issues they are really talking about, and deal with what’s really there rather than this demonized notion of guys running about trying to screw little boys. I would have been so much happier as an adolescent if NAMBLA had been around when I was 9, 10, 11, 12, 13.” — Samuel R. Delany, June 25, 1994.


Samuel R. “Chip” Delany, awarded SF Grandmaster and advocate for consented child sex.
“Since I spent eighteen years of my life as a child, and nine years of that life as a pretty sexually active gay child, my complaint against the current attitudes is that they work mightily to silence the voices of children first and secondarily ignore what adults have to say who have been through these situations. One size fits all is never the way to handle any situation with a human dimension. Many, many children—and I was one of them—are desperate to establish some sort of sexual relation with an older and even adult figure.


Today, all such relationships are so completely demonized as to destroy souls and psyches on both sides of the purely arbitrary 18-year-old divide.” – Delany, June 30, 2014.


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Robert A. Heinlein – The one “Big” of the Big 3 who hasn’t come up yet.  He had these encouraging words for Marion Zimmer Bradley following the Breendoggle:

“The fan nuisance we were subjected to was nothing like as nasty as the horrible things that were done to you two but it was bad enough that we could get nothing else done during the weeks it went on and utterly spoiled what should have been a pleasant, happy winter. But it resulted in a decision which has made our life much pleasanter already…We have cut off all contact with organized fandom.”


It is the subject you must never speak of in Con circles.  You can condemn rape culture all you like.  You can play little Pol Pot as Scalzi does if a Con refuses to accept the latest self-contradictory Codes of Conduct.  You can scream, obfuscate and misdirect as Darrell Schweitzer does.

But you must never acknowledge, let alone do anyting to actively prevent IT.

The question is...Why?  For the love of god, why?

The only answer I think must come down to Identity.

Identity trumps reason every time.

After Star Wars came out Science Fiction and Fantasy merged into something very approachable by the masses.

Before then it was safer to be caught in public wearing ass-less chaps and a posing pouch than it was to be seen in a Star Fleet uniform.

The people that went to the cons never fit in anywhere else.  Most were at least one standard deviation above the norm in terms of intelligence but it didn't do them any good.  Instinctive knowledge of social mores was impossible for them.  The truth is their efforts to raise their status among their peers with frequent displays of superior intellect, annoyed the crap out of everyone around them.  They paid for it socially and a failure loop was established.  Today we would think of these people as high functioning autistics.  The truth is that a normal life was always beyond them.

Most of them were poor.  The money to get a hotel room and pay for Con registration was a major investment for them.

 Loneliness infected every facet of their lives.  Sex was limited to self help. No one shared their interests or if they did, those people had the damn good sense to keep that shit to themselves.  Sharing those interests with nerds was nowhere near worth the ensuing pariah status in high school.

When the Cons came along, these defectives could wrap themselves in a world where they could pretend that they were secret kings.  The Identity of the TrueFen was established along with their lords and leaders the SMOFs.  It was their safe space. It was their only social outlet It was their escape.

Their real lives were lived entirely in support of this secret identity.  An identity that gave them worth and eased the pain of loneliness. The real world turned into the Mundane World and became even more hated than it was before.

And the secret horror beyond imaging was being forced out of it.  The SMOFs had that power.

So what happens when a SMOF turns out to be an unspeakable abomination?

Simple, you don't let yourself think about it.  And you scream until your lungs blow out completely at anyone who tries to make you.

Anything is better than risking the Identity of the Secret King.







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