I saw an old Chris Rock special on TV the other day. It’s annoying watching Chris Rock on TV because (a) they bleep out everything he says unless (b) it’s some bit about how women talk too much. The people in charge of bleeping have their head up their butt if they think the word "fuck" is more offensive than yet another lame-ass bit about yappy chicks. And I say that not as a feminist, but as a consumer of comedy.
Chris Rock is a piglet, but he occasionally raises the odd valid point, and he did, in this show, make the observation that Indians have it the worst of any class of people in the whole country, because "they’re all dead."
He didn’t mention that, of the ones who aren’t dead, one in three native women is raped. Which brings me to this editorial from NativeTimes, identifying this obscene situation as an emergency, and encouraging President Jesubush to sign the Violence Against Women Act (VAWA) renewed–barely–by the Senate a couple of days ago. I’m sure W reads the Native Times every day.
The author observes that sexual predators target Indian communities where the legal consequences of their violence are likely to be lighter, since Indian courts can’t prosecute rape or murder cases, and since nobody, including tribal police, gives a fuck about Indian women. He wants VAWA to help’em out.
What the author may or may not know is that professional fucktard James Sensenbrenner (R-WI) has added a handy discriminatory amendment that undermines VAWA’s ability to address issues unique to minorities. This includes victim safety issues unique to rural women, such as lawyers-on-wheels and rides to distant shelters.
Meanwhile, men’s rights douchebags, who believe that it is "anti-man" if women catch a break, call VAWA the "Jane Crow Law."