Once upon a time there was a man who wrote songs about raping women. The songs were violent and brutal and utterly magnificent, and he was lauded around the globe for his musical achievement. His rape songs continue to be performed to this day.
The woman who gets raped realizes that she played a role in her own victimization, considers herself a proper whore and then kills herself.
The musician is Benjamin Britten. The songs are woven together in an opera called The Rape of Lucretia.
And Britten isn’t the only one! A guy named Wolfgang Mozart wrote a bunch of songs about raping women, too. He called his pieces Don Giovanni, and when the English National Opera decided to put the rape scenes right on stage, they caused quite a stir. And managed to attract a younger audience, too.
No wait! It gets better! There’s this musical called Grease and a bunch of white guys wonder if the girl put up a fight!
Girls: Tell me more, tell me more, was it love at first sight?
Guys: Tell me more, tell me more, did she put up a fight?
This other white guy named George Michael sings about raping a really young girl, and it’s so romantic!
I will be your father figure
Put your tiny hand in mine
I will be your preacher teacher
(Be your daddy)
Anything you have in mind
I will be your father figure
I have had enough of crime
I will be the one who loves you –
Until the end of time
That’s all I wanted
But sometimes love can be mistaken
For a crime
Another white guy called Johnny Cash goes one better, and doesn’t just rape the girl, he kills her, too.
So if your woman’s devilish
You can let her run,
Or you can bring her down and
Do her like Delia got done.
Delia got shot, by the way.
A whole bunch of white guys who call themselves From First to Last are down with rape, too.
Tonight I’ll make my way into your house
I must; I’m lusting for your body
Skin looks tight, think I just might have
To take a bite, but I know one will turn
To three or four or more, my little whore
And now it’s a black man’s turn to get in on the fun. He calls himself Tyler the Creator.
Met you at my school, depart at my house
Ended at your panties, started at your blouse
Pushed you down stairs, I took a nap up on the couch
If you wanted a date, don’t come
Now you gotta make it easy for me don’t run
You call this shit kids, well I call these kids cum
And you call this shit rape but I think that rape’s fun
Wait, now it’s about eight something
It’s late and you stuck in my basement
Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string
Yeah bitch this date’s done
Benjamin, Wolfgang, John, Johnny, George and all the rest of you white boys, step aside now. We’re going to town on Tyler’s ass for singing about rape while being black.
And by “we”, I mean Talitha Stone.
Such a pretty white woman. I wonder if she likes George Michael. She looks like a George Michael fan. One things, for certain: she doesn’t like Tyler.
Talitha tried to get Tyler thrown out of Australia, where he was booked to play a sold out concert, because he’s singing about rape. More accurately, he’s rapping about rape. And being all black at the same time!
The Australian grassroots movement of which I am a part of, Collective Shout, is currently in a dispute with music artist Tyler the Creator. We believe his lyrics – which often mention raping women – are inciting hatred, and we have been calling on immigration minister Brendan O’Connor to revoke his visa.
I hope when you’re done with Tyler, you plan on marching your little white ass down to the Sydney Opera house where they sing about rape, too.
Interestingly enough, the Sydney Opera house is currently running a production of Phaedra – she of the false rape claim that results in the death of the man she has accused.
The original myth goes like this:
Phaedra’s nurse told Hippolytus of her love, and he swore he would not reveal her as a source of information. In revenge, Phaedra wrote Theseus a letter that claimed Hippolytus raped her. Theseus believed her and cursed Hippolytus with one of the three curses he had received from Poseidon. As a result, Hippolytus’ horses were frightened by a sea monster and dragged their rider to his death.
The Sydney Opera spins it like this:
Phèdre is married to the notorious demigod, King Theseus, who is thought to be lost in the underworld. When rumours of his death reach her, forbidden desire erupts in a confession of devastating love for her stepson. But when the King unexpectedly returns, their family is torn apart by wild accusations, chilling curses and violent deaths.
Okay, back to Talitha and Tyler. Talitha decided to try and get Tyler’s visa pulled and he let his 1.7 million followers on Twitter know what she was up to.
Tyler’s fans were none too pleased, and Talitha came in for some abuse.
That made Talitha feel bad, and she went to the police to complain and they told her get the hell over herself.
I found out that under the Commonwealth Criminal Code, it is illegal to use a carriage service to make a threat. Colleagues urged me to go police. I went to my local police station, where I was advised that they could do nothing about it – “blocking them” was enough. I was then handed a few “cyber safe” brochures, and sent on my way.
Talitha is in despair!
What is the point of a national debate on misogyny if we let the Tyler the Creators of the world spew hate speech against women – and are given a welcome mat to do it?
Good question, Talitha! What IS the point of a national debate on misogyny? From where I stand, it looks like you are using “misogyny” to target one specific kind of person. One specific art form. One specific group of fans.
Packed with explosive energy and with an all-star cast, GREASE returns to Sydney, Melbourne and Brisbane in a live production that’s truly ELECTRIFYIN’!
So get ready to dust off your leather jackets, pull on your bobby-socks and take a trip to a simpler time as “bad boy” Danny and “the girl next door” Sandy fall in love all over again.
Hey Talitha! Why don’t you get on your Twitter feed and start complaining about this?
Did she put up a fight?
Did she put up a fight?
Are you kidding me? That’s not funny. Rape songs are never funny!
Maybe if the cast was black and the music was rap, you would give a shit?
Just a thought.
Lots of love,