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More on Patrick Witt, Yale, and Sexual Assault

Patrick Witt is the Yale wunderkind whose decision to forgo a Rhodes Scholarship to become a recruit in the NFL has lately been churning emotions in the New York Times sports section. Witt did not give up the Rhodes, it is claimed, because of his love of football. He gave it up out because he’d been nailed over a sexual assault. 

Very frankly, I find the substance of this case pretty boring. How many of us really care why or whether Mr. Patrick Witt did or did not become a Rhodes Scholar?

The only issue I find interesting here is this question: What is a “sexual assault?”

We’re told that Patrick Witt was accused of that offense by a young woman who was a fellow student at Yale. Yale officials “informally” confronted Witt with the charge, and the matter was settled (without any investigation) by having the two agree to “stay friends” but avoid each other’s company for a while. 

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was IT.

Excuse me?

I’d been led to believe that sexual assault was a crime. A serious crime. 

In my reading, it is customary to speak of sexual assault as if it were only a few legal millimeters away from outright rape, and therefore presumably a felony, properly punishable by a long prison term.

So how can it be that Patrick Witt is not in a state penitentiary doing time? (Right now, the real Patrick Witt is happily training in a camp for NFL recruits.) 

The only possible answer is that Witt’s “sexual assault,” whatever it was, was not a felony at all. Or anything like a felony. It may not even have  been a misdemeanor. It may not have violated any law whatsoever. It may have been little more than an especially objectionable and gross breach of sexual etiquette.

That makes this sentence from the Times’ coverage leap into prominence: Connecticut law does not require colleges to report suspected sex offenses, and experts say the vast majority of campus sexual assaults are not reported,either the college authorities or to the police. 

“The vast majority of sexual assaults are not reported, either to the college authorities or the police.”

What?

If ”sexual assault” is truly the major crime that so many influential voices insist it is, how is it even thinkable that universities don’t report it to the police? Would they not bother reporting a murder on campus? Would they shrug off a kidnapping and demand for ransom? Suppose students were being maimed and tortured or held prisoner against their will? Would this be a matter for some sweet little heart-to-heart talk? Supposing arsonists were burning the students’s cars or rooms? Would the officials not call 911?

Come on.   

So why is the equally grave crime of sexual assault ignored?  Can it be that the “vast majority of sexual assaults” on college campuses aren’t really crimes at all, but personal offenses ripe not for the penitentiary but some sententious little talking-to, as seems to have been the case here?

And if that is so, why has “sexual assault” been made into something millions of people think it is only a little less heinous than rape? 

Can it be that those millions are being misled? 




Gender Watch: Thoughts on the Patrick Witt Issue a Yale

GENDER WATCH: One feature of this mini-blog is going to be commentary on the Great Gender Debate that now that keeps churning around our lives and feelings as men and women, nattering to us about our sins and our innocence, telling us who we are and what we should be doing given our bodies and our being, in this twenty-first century. 

You know, I shouldn’t be surprised to find that gender is still one of my obsessive subjects. Issues of sex and gender have driven and defined me (and my work) all my life, and I’ve lived through certain of its twists and turns perhaps more intensely than have many people. Maybe that’s left me with something to say.

My first novel, Night Watch, was pure controlled hypnagogic sex obsession. (I remember going gape-jawed with pleasure when my then agent, none other than the great Lynn Nesbit, called to say she liked the manuscript—-“and besides, I think it is the sexiest book I’ve ever read.” ) Next came my book on Warhol and his world. Later, The Bachelor’s Bride, which is not so much sex-obsessed as sex-perplexed.

Not to mention my current day job as a more or less straight man running the artistic estate of my late dearest friend, Peter Hujar, an artist who has become, rightly, a gay icon. It’s my job to make people understand that Hujar’s series of photographs of Bruce de Sainte Croix (1976) ranks with the greatest erotic art in the twentieth century. (And it does! It does! If it is not better than Modigliani—-for me, the hottest of the modernists——it is deeper than Modigliani. Much deeper. ) [Google Peter Hujar Images, Bruce de Sainte Croix, for a first look.] 

I’ve lived smack in the middle of the Great Gender Debate all my life. 

So…. tune in tomorrow for Great Gender post number one: questions nobody is asking (or wants asked) about the imbroglio over Patrick Witt and sexual assault that currently has the New York Times sports section, and half of Yale University in a tizzy.

For the inside dope on that story see: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/27/sports/ncaafootball/at-yale-the-collapse-of-a-rhodes-scholar-candidacy.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=Rhodes&st=cse

Until then!

1 year ago

The Breaking Point

My book, The Breaking Point, has been freshly released in a fine new edition from Counterpoint Press. The book tells the story of how the Spanish Civil War, and  especially the politically momentous murder of a man named Jose Robles, shattered the friendship of two of America’s great writers, Ernest Hemingway and John Dos Passos. It’s wonderful to have it back in circulation. To my surprise, when it first appeared, it was controversial, despite many positive reviews, including a lead review in The New Yorker by George Packer. I am told that in Spain the book is a cause celebre; that it has changed the common conception of the Spanish Civil War itself. Yet strangely, The Breaking Point has been resolutely ignored by the Hemingway establishment. 

Why?

I have some thoughts about that, but they are for a later post. 

How to Write a Best Seller

The Modern Library Writer’s Workshop was wafted up into the high, heady reaches of The Wall Street Journal this morning, when Cynthia Crossen, in a column called “How to Write a Best Seller,” wrote: “My favorite book of writing advice is the “Modern Library Writer’s Workshop” by Stephen Koch. Mr. Koch presents the basics of the craft for the novice writer including plot, characterization and style…”

A very warm thank you to Ms. Crossen, especially because she is so exactly on target about other books, among them my own favorite craftsman’s guide, and it is my favorite by far: Stephen King’s On Writing. Ms. Crossen also has good words for Ray Bradbury’s Zen in the Art of Writing, (which is wonderful for short story writers; but maybe a little less wonderful for novelists), and Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird, which will do wonders for your morale, if not your craft. Since Ms. Crossen is so right about them, maybe she’s also right about me.

That my book has won this praise from The Wall Street Journal’s long-time leading book sage leaves me, let me assure you, warm with a very special glow. 


1 year ago

The Modern Library Writer's Workshop

1 year ago

Here is a discovery. Georgi Cherkin is the most impressive young pianist I’ve heard in a mighty long time. He has technique beyond technique, but more than that, the kid has star quality in excelsis. He is Bulgarian, but talent like his belongs to the world. This is the stuff that Joshua Bells are made of.