when actual rape cases were being reported, where were you?
admist all the chaos in my world, i just want to rant. oh wait— i want to say this to all the men that are suddenly concerned about false accusations of rape. the 1 + 1 is 2, snoko men. well done. i can see the energy. i can see how quickly the calculators came out. how sharp the logic suddenly became. how urgent the discourse feels now.
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interesting.
because when actual rape cases were being reported. when women were sharing stories. when the femicide was rampant. when social media timelines were heavy with grief and names and faces — i read eerie silence from most of you. calculated silence. detached silence. observational silence. it's not me. i am not one of the bad men. i didn't do it. so what if my friend could do that? i can make rape jokes with my friends so far i wouldn't actually rape them.
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i posted a note yesterday about how i am not shocked that the men in my cl went quiet when rape cases and femicide were everywhere — just disappointed. i wasn’t shocked because the same old patterns still exist. i was just disappointed because again proximity to these people meant nothing. one of them was even advising me that my opinion about this thing was too much. okay.
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but guess what? i see this tweet this evening and i just know — this is exactly what some of these men have been waiting for. a counter-narrative. a “gotcha.” a moment to pivot the conversation away from violence against women and toward the hypothetical danger to men.
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and let me be clear: false accusations are wrong. they are harmful. they deserve accountability. but the speed. the enthusiasm. the immediate amplification. compared to the indifference when women were speaking about their lived trauma? that contrast is very loud. it is very telling what triggers urgency and what triggers discomfort.
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if the same energy and police investigations used to dissect false allegations was used to challenge rape culture, call out predatory behaviour among friends, interrogate misogynistic jokes, or even ask “am i part of the problem?” — imagine the shift. instead, some of you lurk quietly, waiting for the one case that allows you to recentre yourselves. this was never about justice to you, was it? it was about defence for masculinity. it was about relief. it was about finally having something to weaponise. are you feeling uncomfortable? good. be. because accountability should not feel like an attack unless there is something you are protecting, are you?
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(unedited. thank you for listening.)


Who else felt like Amo wa daran when someone advised her to reduce her volume?
Abeg loud am!
Youuuuu geeeetttttttt.
Where were they?????