Cry for these little girls, not Bill O’Reilly
I could have saved Bill O’Reilly a lot of grief. If he’d only asked me, I would have shown him how to avoid any bad publicity, any real publicity at all come to think of it. Instead of using those ham-handed methods from the Mesozoic era to charm the ladies, I would have told him to just slice off the clitoris of a little girl. That would have gone completely under the radar.
I can hear the water cooler chit chat now: “He did what?” (pause) “Well, is Lisa Bloom or her mother Gloria involved?” (pause) “No? Well
Bill could have gotten away with almost anything if he’d just stayed away from those collegeeducated ladies so eager to get their faces on television, and focused on mutilating little girls, like the doctor in Michigan who was just indicted by the Justice Department.
Yes, he’d have to deal with felony charges, like Dr. Jumana Nagarwala. But no one would know about it, Fox wouldn’t be worried about the ratings dive and all of the sponsors would continue sending their money into the No Spin Zone.
How do I know that no one would be paying any real attention to Bill the Mutilator? Because very few people are interested then, not interested.” in the sordid, sickening events that occurred in Detroit. True, a Google search of the name “Jumana Nagarwala” yields 483,000 results, which seems like a lot. But plug in “Bill O’Reilly sexual harassment” and you get, at last count, 2,970,000 results, all of which have something to do with the Fox host’s penchant for making unwelcome overtures to women not his wife.
That’s almost five times as many items about a middle-aged man annoying grown women in Gucci outfits than there are about a female doctor slicing up the genitals of frightened, 6-year-old girls. If you don’t find that to be obscene, I hope you don’t have too many mirrors in your house.
I was going to write about Jumana Nagarwala this week anyway, as a follow up to a previous column on a client who herself had been subjected to the procedure known as FGM when she was a child in West Africa. In that earlier piece, I’d mentioned how my client was fighting for asylum to protect her own daughter, a U.S. citizen, from being exposed to the practice if she were deported back to her native country. It was inconceivable to me that this vile, barbaric custom had invaded the United States, and I was profoundly grateful that Jeff Sessions, the so-called racist hate monger, was filing charges against a doctor whose own defense attorney said she was simply engaging in a “religious practice.”
We’ll get back to Sessions in a moment, because he deserves some separate praise for his courageous actions.
I was about 500 words into that column when word came down that Bill O’Reilly had lost his job at Fox because he’d sexually harassed a bunch of women over a 15-year period (although there was very little evidence that he’d ever touched a woman inappropriately, lots of evidence that he’d engaged in sexual banter, a few recordings of him allegedly “pleasuring himself” and offering some “quid” in exchange for being “pro his quo,” no judgments and a slew of million-dollar settlements). We’d been treated to tales of his raunchy romps in hotels, of his salacious phone calls, of things that seemed, frankly, like a sophomoric attempt to remain sexually relevant. He is a lout, a scumbag, a wheezing geezer and a powerful man who basically told women that if they wanted to be on his show, they had to play by his rules.
I’m sure that violated some workplace protections, but it’s light years removed from strapping a frightened child into a chair, spreading out her legs and cutting into the most private part of her body in the name of “custom,” “religion” and “health.”
But who got all of the bad publicity, all of the outrage, all of the attacks, all of the sneering schaudenfrade from the institutional feminists? The guy who couldn’t keep his penis in his pants, not the woman who stripped the panties off of little girls and mutilated their innocence.
And that, my friends, is what is making my head explode this week. Every single woman who claims to have been a victim of Bill O’Reilly is a collegeeducated, upper middle class female who joined the Fox network of her own volition. No, she should not have been exposed to sexual innuendo and some of the activities that were once awkward and pathetic courting techniques and are now federal crimes. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that these “victims” were capable of taking care of themselves, as evidenced by the settlements they were able to negotiate, presumably with their high-priced attorneys.
On the other hand, the little girls who are the alleged victims of this alleged monster in Detroit had no power. They were brought to this fiendish medical professional by their own parents, who I hope will also be charged with felonies. They were taken alone into rooms, and without any warning, had their futures cut out from them with brutal efficiency. They were the weakest of the weak.
Their story elicited one fifth the interest of a horny old man coming on to a bunch of women.
That, my friends, is the problem with feminism. There is a disproportionate concern for the educated, upper middle class woman and her delicate sensibilities, and not enough interest for the poor, the illiterate, the immigrant, and the children. It is hypocrisy of mammoth proportions, and heart bleed.
These institutional feminists are the same ones who marched in the streets with their sweet little pink hats railing against that sexist president who said degrading things about women, and who were so concerned about Planned Parenthood losing millions of taxpayer dollars. Oh yeah, and they were busy attacking that president’s choice for attorney general.
Here’s the irony, ladies. That sexist, racist, homophobic attorney general is the only one who has ever filed criminal charges against someone who mutilated the genitals of a child. Not Janet Reno. Not Alberto Gonzalez. Not Eric Holder. Not Loretta Lynch. Jefferson Beauregard Sessions is the one who took his oath seriously.
As far as O’Reilly is concerned, I’m not shedding any tears. He’s obnoxious and rich, and he’ll be just fine. My sorrow is for those little girls in Michigan, the ones who weren’t sexy enough to engage the feminists and their fellow travelers, the ones Lisa Bloom doesn’t give a damn about, the ones who will never again feel safe in a doctor’s office.
But they’re not entirely alone. Even though the media and the feminists are unconcerned, there’s still Uncle Jeff, that damn sexist, to look out for them. Leave your comments online Use hashtag it makes my at