America does not care about women.
There. I said it. I say it a lot, actually. At least once a week for the last 29 years to be precise.
I know the exact date of the first time I said it — Oct. 3, 1995 — because that was the day that O.J. Simpson was acquitted of murdering his ex-wife Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend Ron Goldman. O.J. was acquitted by a jury despite a mountain of DNA evidence against him and an extremely long, well-documented history of his abuse of Nicole. The images of her battered face and the sound of her shaking voice telling a 911 dispatcher “He’s going to beat the shit out of me” have been living rent-free in my head ever since.
I was in my teens when the O.J. verdict happened. Raping your spouse had only been declared illegal in America two years earlier. At the time, I hoped that — if women banded together and worked hard enough — things would change in my lifetime.
Well, I’m middle-aged now. And nothing has changed at all.