It was 1955, and the sun shone on the houses that were our homes. I played outside and enjoyed the world of a five-year-old.
From a few doors away, a girl of thirteen started coming to our house, presumably out of a teenager’s fascination with small children. I can’t remember what we did, but one day I put my hand up her skirt from behind. She stiffened and then relaxed as the frisson of pleasure took over her body. After that we engaged in rudimentary sexual activity regularly, in the back garden, in a den that we had made.
I was too young to have proper intercourse. She was frustrated with my pathetic efforts and, accordingly, one day she calmly got up and went to the back door of our house. My mother came to the door and the girl complained that I had sexually interfered with her. In the background, I hopped up and down, thinking that now I was in big trouble. My mother didn’t understand, or pretended not to, and the girl went off down the garden path, defeated. My mother took me into the house and told me not to do it again, wiping my hands with a wet rag. It was one of the few good things she did for me.
That day I learned something I became conscious of in later life:
- Fearful girls, damaged women, and feminists lie brazenly about sexual matters
- They believe that sex is something bad that males do to females
- They believe that they are absolved from all complicity in such matters. It doesn’t matter that they took part willingly. It was the male’s fault.
Much later, when Feminism came along, I understood instinctively what motivated them.
The years passed, and I suffered from child abuse. I was frequently beaten by my father. I was terrorised every day. I spent the whole of my childhood in fear. My mother displayed the typical damaged female characteristic of passivity. When I tried to talk to her about it she just defended my father. Such women frequently defend abusive men. Males suffer more violence than females, mainly from other men of the nasty variety. This is enshrined in the figures obtained from the Home Office. Girls suffer nowhere near as much physical violence as boys. The wrong kind of father loves to beat his boys.
I remember, above all, pleading with my parents to stop terrorising me. It was making me ill. “Listen to him.” My parents would say. “He is terrorising us and would have it that we are terrorising him!” The more I begged them to desist the more oppressive they got.
When I grew up I was exhausted. I couldn’t do my schoolwork, and couldn’t work at a job. I just wanted a big rest in life. When you suffer child abuse, you don’t grow up to become Rudolph Valentino. Your ability to make friends and have girlfriends is all but destroyed. And so I was given a bad time by a percentage of women who didn’t want to hear that I was not feeling well. They wanted me to sweep them off their feet. They couldn’t have behaved more nastily towards me.
What’s more, my attempts at seeking recompense and delivering my father and mother to justice came too late. They only give you three years between being abused and bringing a case against the perpetrators. Those three years, and many more further down the line, are likely to be spent in confusion, in the belief that this is what life is like anyway, that abuse is normal. The abused person doesn’t have the wherewithal to understand how much they’ve been exploited until much later in life. So it was that my parents completely escaped the sanction of the law and my hardship was nowhere acknowledged, no compensation paid and I ended up living in dreadful poverty. (Moreover, many years later during the Labour Government of Tony Blair, legal aid for cases of physical and emotional violence against children was silently brought to an end, without a word of objection from the Media, while it was kept for cases of sexual abuse.)
In 1972 I was in Oxford. Not at college but just living in the usual, single person’s accommodation which was enough to make you sob. The loneliness was unbearable and the students of the Far Left were accommodating. I fell in with them and used to go round their houses. I didn’t take part in their political activities but just went round for the sake of someone to talk to. It was there that they plotted the kind of society that we are today labouring under. The Feminists, Marxists, Anarchists and Progressives in general were all talking garbage. They didn’t have a single jot of personal experience in life, the likes of which I had had, and were grabbing onto ideologies in order to give their life some purpose, direction and meaning. They didn’t seem to get it from their studies either. It was my first meeting with Feminism and I disliked it thoroughly. Since when had women had a more difficult life than the one I’d had!?
One day I tried talking to these ideologues about what life is really like. They became so incensed that one of their leaders, a young anarchist man who used to go round dressed in a fireman’s coat, grabbed me behind both arms (a favourite trick of a certain type of “activist,” beware) and threw me out of the house. Not to worry, they had fulfilled their part in my life. I had kept my head above water knowing them. They had provided me with a year and a bit of contact with people. As for them, I learned to know their type intimately. Now, the TV bleats out the ideas I listened to back then in an unremitting way and the whole of society is repeating their rhetoric.
You will notice, of course, that while back then these groups were calling for “Free Speech” and to “Make Love Not War,” they now censor speech everywhere, especially in the media and are very much more interested in making war on groups who are opposed to them. This is the way of every change or revolution in society. First they are the ‘opressed,’ then they become the oppressors.
“The most radical revolutionary will become a conservative on the day after the revolution” – Hannah Arendt.
“The anti-fascist of today will be the fascist of the future.” – Unknown.
But more than that, every group that comes into power, whether oppressed or not, will become violent towards every other group that does not agree with it, even to the point of exterminating them. This has been evident in many societies, such as Germany, Cuba, Rwanda etc. … Too many feminists of today are secretly longing for a time when men will be liquidated together with non-progressives.
The years passed, and I was getting nowhere with anything. I approached Social Services telling them that I lacked self-esteem as a result of the abuse in my childhood, and could they help me with it, so that I could have some sort of social life? They took me on and gave me ‘social skills’ therapy in order to help me with my low self-confidence. The idea is that if you learn the right way of approaching women, you will gain self assurance. It didn’t do me any good. I already knew social skills. I was just too shy to put them into effect. The child abuse of my youth had had a definitive effect.
One of the social workers said, “I’m a feminist and a very angry one!” At that point I should have picked up on this warning and fled from there, but I stayed because I needed help. One day, at one of the sessions, I had had enough. I told them that I was sick and tired at the way their feminism kept interfering with my therapy on an ongoing basis. I told them I wanted it to stop. For my pains they immediately terminated my sessions.
A few months later I received a letter from the Psychological Forensic Service. Psychiatric hospitals have forensic psychology departments which help people who have broken the law. I hadn’t broken the law, however, and was referred maliciously to the service by the feminists. This is the kind of thing that has been happening to men in silence. This example is a subsection of the false sexual allegation by women of men such as in false allegations of rape. I was falsely accused of being anti-women. Following receipt of this letter I suffered from headaches for a whole year. I thought, this couldn’t be happening to me.
Abuse of men by feminists occurs in the Health System and not just in the family and criminal courts. Men are in fear of talking about these kind of matters openly for fear of being seen as guilty of the allegations made against them.
The feminists had referred me, behind my back, saying that I was anti-women. I saw the letter they sent. Eventually, I went to the meeting at the Forensic Service and explained the situation to the psychologist. Luckily he understood, and said I wasn’t in need of therapy. I was relieved of that weight. I left.
I then went to County Hall to look at my Social Worker records. They had written, on one page, that at the “next” session I’d “wanted a woman to f..k.” I couldn’t believe what I read. This had never happened. Nothing I’d ever said could have been construed in this way. I was devastated and felt a sexual feeling rise in my groin at what they had done to me. I felt shame, as if this was some sort of rape impulse or some other perversity, rather than a pretty normal reaction to someone who has just shamed your sexual identity.
The thing is if you have something really horrendous done to you, which is a lie and is designed to get you into the worst trouble, you will likely have a reaction such as a sexual feeling arising in your body. It happens because you realise that someone or some people have tried, most blatantly, to destroy you, and this triggers a fear and shame reaction especially if it’s tied to sex. This attests to an area of suffering by men which is not allowed to be talked about. This is probably the kind of thing that happens to men when they are sentenced to death.
I left and went to a solicitor. The solicitor wrote to County Hall. Their reply came back, and they didn’t admit anything. The oppression was total. I was screwed. Down through the years this caused me great anguish.
But I knew what was in feminists’ minds for certain.
More time passed and I was living alone and broken in unpleasant accommodation. I suffered from anxiety and depression and was medicated for it. Life was a terrible struggle. Thatcher came and went, and then a huge liberal onslaught started. The media were attacking men, day in day out, year in year out. Television is a staple diet of the lonely, and I had to put up with these insults every time I switched the thing on.
I started writing letters to people in power. I wrote to the television companies, to their complaints agencies, to my member of Parliament, to the Equality and Human Rights Commission, to the Home Office, to the heads of the political parties and many, many others which I can’t remember. The result was always the same. They would quash my complaints. I never, ever, received a reasonable reply. I came to the conclusion that I had tried talking with these people and they weren’t prepared to talk. I was dealing with people who didn’t believe in freedom of speech. They didn’t believe in letting men have a right of reply on the media. They were either indoctrinated or they were pandering to the population and their votes. They were the fascist left. They were the oppressive State. Now, even the right is feminised.
All that I did, and all that I went through, I went through by myself with no-one to rely on for help. There was no-one to turn to. All the anxiety that I underwent was done on my own. All the nightmares that I have every night. So many years, so much pain. Now, I’m in my twilight years, friendless, and having achieved nothing in life. I haven’t had a career or family. The biggest sadness in my life is that I never had children. Let this article attest to the kind of horrendous life men can have such that they owe nothing to Feminists and their stories of woe.
Finally, I would like to finish off this article with the conclusions that I have come to as a result of the above formative experiences. I have come to the understanding that the problems of this life are caused by the following two sections of society:
The males who are violent and beat up other men on the street. They beat up their male offspring. As children, they beat up other male children in school. They rape and beat up women. These control the streets. A similar kind, who use intellectual oppression rather than physical, are frequently found in power and are responsible for the state of affairs by which five per cent of the population own ninety five per cent of the wealth. They send other men to war. They give power to Feminists. These males are psychopaths.
The second group is that of psychopathic women. These associate with the violent men of the street and with the men who run society. They keep normal men subdued by making false allegations of rape against them. They protect male abusers. They seek to establish a core of powerful and unpleasant Feminists at the top of society to accompany the core of powerful and unpleasant men that is already there. They want to be equally represented in Government and Media. They have a pathological hatred of normal sexuality.
We currently live under a system of terror maintained by psychopathic men and psychopathic women. Rich men opress the poor. Feminists persecute men. Throughout history this kind of terror has raised its head regularly. Power must, at all costs, be taken from these two subsections of society. Their psychopathy must be described and measures taken to incarcerate their strain of being.
An open media must be established in which freedom of speech is entrenched so that psychopaths can never again take over society as they have done at the time of writing.