Here’s the shocking headline: “MAN RAPED AND KILLED UNCONSCIOUS WOMAN.” Here’s the feminist response: . No, that isn’t a typo. There has been no feminist response. Bestial male violence has been greeted with stubborn feminist silence. There have been no hard-hitting polemics in the Guardian or at the BBC, raging righteously against the horrors of... Read More

I’ve never knowingly heard a moment of his music. And I’ll do my best to ensure that I never will. But the Chicago rapper Chief Keef (born 1995) has still supplied me with an excellent symbol of the noxious nature of Blackness. What is that symbol? The cover of his first album: It’s a good... Read More

“He ain’t heavy: he’s my brother,” sang the Hollies in 1969. A few decades later, an enterprising individual in the northern English city of Leeds could have sung an interesting new variant on those lyrics, namely: “She ain’t heavy: she’s my next rape-victim.” Yes, late one night in 2015 the individual in question literally carried... Read More