From: ROWHC@CUNYVM.BITNET
Newsgroups: alt.feminism
Subject: My School's Sleaziest Scoundrel
Date: 5 Oct 92 06:23:49 GMT
Organization: City University of New York/ University Computer Center

At Hunter College, in NYC, we have a 98% commuter student body.
That means most people are either coming or going, and don't give
a rat's ass about what happens on campus.

I had transferred from a SUNY school upstate years ago, and was appalled
by the lack of student services and student awareness in CUNY. Up in
SUNY, I was active in a very successful rape prevention program (the
Anti-Rape Task Force of SUNY Buffalo). It boggled my mind that not one
of twenty urban campuses in CUNY had a similar service.

Its been that way for years, and nobody cares. Belive me, I have tried.

Anyway, there are offices in the school here at Hunter College which
are completely controlled by students. We have about three floors of
a building on Lexington Ave. near 68th St.

Now let me tell you about Fernando.

I met him in Physics lab.

This was years ago. During the class, he would always brag about "doing
the jammy" with women in the staircase. He accomplished this by working
in the SEEK department, which provides free tutoring to underprivledged
minorities. So here you had students who were poor and not very smart
placed in a position of trust with this man who happened to be quite
intelligent. Using your imagination, it is not hard to see how even
a scrawny little jerk can talk someone into sex from such a position
of power and authority.

Ultimately, he wound up with a girlfriend, one of the many "hookers"
that somehow grew close to him. He continued to chase after other
"booty," as he classified women who he had not yet had sex with. For
Fernando, all that mattered was that a woman have a big behind and
nice thick thighs. This is what he liked, and any woman who did not
fit this mold would not exist to him.

A science newspaper was established, and being both Physics majors,
we both wound up in this student space. Eventually, Fernando became
editor of the publication but was such a freak of nature that we
voted him out, and he joined the yearbook office upstairs. That room
became his harem.

The girlfriend I mentioned remained on the newspaper staff, however.
Eventually, she became the victim of a broken heart (many times over),
and swallowed a bottle of aspirin. We got a call from Fernando to come
pick her up, so three of us took a train ride to Bedford-Stuyvessant,
a nasty neighborhood in a run-down section of Brooklyn.

It got really ugly. The story is way too long to post here, but
essentially Fernando exaggerated the situation to EMS and this poor
girl was taken to a seedy public mental hospital in Brooklyn.
The ambulance driver had lied to us about testing her stomach,
not revealling that she would be temporarily institutionalized.
She spent three days there, while about twenty students worked round
the clock trying to get her out. Repeated visits were made to the
hospital (Woodhull Mental Health Facility, which was written up in the
New York Times the following month for severe patient abuse), lawyers,
the whole nine yards. Fernando never came to the hospital, despite
two years of undying devotion on her part.

I watched, as six police officers beat the shit out of this girl
handcuffed to her bed, calling her "fucking bitch," because she
wanted to go home.

When it was all over, Fernando did not show his face around campus for
a month or so. Everybody hated his guts. he has gotten an order of
protection against his "girlfriend." But then he started following
her around again, and they began dating once more.

Dating is not a really accurate description. According to the girl,
Fernando did not take women out, would not hold hands, kiss, hug.
Just the jammy, then go home. The guy wouldn't even walk her to the
train in that neighborhood. Never.

Now I bet you're wondering how women can be so stupid. Well, this girl
was from Viet Nam, not all that bright, and extremely gullible. Also,
there is a tremendous amount of student apathy on campuses today, and
I'm sad to say its as easy to exploit, harrass or rape a woman in college
today as it is to take candy from a baby. Fernado knew that.

Thats just half the story. The girl finally explodes one day and
beats the living hell out of Fernando. Its finally over. But for "Big
Fer," there is still plenty of booty to be had. Hunter College is 70%
female.

He continues to use the room upstairs to bring his "tutoring subjects,"
since its more quiet and the couches are so comfortable. The Editor of
the Yearbook and the second in command are women, but since their asses
are not fat enough (hey, I'm not making this up!), he really would never
think of "doing" them. The feeling is mutual on their part, but they
allow him to stay because he is a good business manager.

So I asked these women a while back, how they can tolerate his presence,
let alone allow him to use the space to exploit other women. Their
answer was so pathetic, I won't even dignify it by posting it here.

Since Fernando is a jerk, occasionally he has to step out. He began
coming back into my office for a few minutes at a time. I'm not a hostile
person, preferring to wait until I'm raging mad, so I tolerate his brief
visits despite what I know about him. I figured since everyone else in
my office knows his reputation, he won't be able to get over on any
women on my staff.

I was wrong.

There is a freshman girl on the staff, very pretty, big butt, thick legs,
horny and a cocktease. None of the men on my staff ever went after her,
accounting for her age. More than a few considered it thought. The girl
really has no brains to speak of, and was a perfect piece of ass for Fer.

It never crossed my mind that ANYBODY would fuck this guy who knew his
reputation. But I had forgotten that this girl had appeared a few months
after the Woodhull disaster. She had no clue.

I'm only around campus one day a week, and while home an emergency arose
where I needed some assistance on campus. I call and call, but nobody
picks up the phone. I beg and plead into the machine for someone to answer.
No use, Fer already has this girl in a loft up out of sight, on a
mattress we use to take naps on.

Finally, a friend of mine answers and tells me what is going on.
"No, that can't be. Put her on the phone." I say to her, "Are you
fucking Fernando in the loft?" But she denies it. I warn her that this
would be a terrible mistake, that he has a "bad reputation."

When she gets off the phone, she just goes all out, and my friend down
below became thoroughly offended. The next day, everyone on the staff
knows the story and within three days, this is all everybody is talking
about. Word travels fast because the campus is very small, only 4 BLDGS.,
and Fernando likes to brag.

Now there is a lot of hostility, direspect and disgust directed at this girl.
She really thinks she can take care of herself, but she obviously cannot.
Talk rages on for hours at end, and while I disdain gossip, what can I do?
I recall the hospital story, and countless other tales this man has
bragged to me about, then this invasion of my own staff, and I'm perfectly
livid. The girl has to go, nobody can stand her sight anymore. Nothing
personal, it is simply unforgivable to stoop so low as to fuck this guy,
let alone in front of other people.

But what do we do about him? Here we are, a bunch of men mulling it over.
I'll be the first to admit that men in general do not respect women all
that much, tend to mistrust them, think less of them. But Fernando's
open contempt for women is so audacious, that even men become completely
offended by it.

I decide with unanimous approval that Fernando and his newest lay can
not come around anymore, because they're just going to fuck all the time
now and gross us out. But he'll still be around upstairs, nearby, doing
this to other women. "No," we say, "he has to go."

The men just want to pommel this guy into oblivion. Ten, twenty, thirty
guys. The women have no voice, no power, no interest. But the men know
that this can't go on...if the women of our school won't take a stand,
then we'll just have to stand up on their behalf.

I rule out the violence thing, and we all know he can't be eliminated
on the morals thing, its just too difficult. After a long talk with the
Yearbook editor, she fails to see what I'm driving at. She can't understand
why he's a problem since he doesn't bother her. I keep telling her about
the old creepy guy who used to harrass her. I tell her repeatedly to think
what it would be like if I was on her shit. "Imagine what it would be like
for you if I decided to make life hell for you, with my office downstairs
to use as a base for my activities."

Nothing can get through to her...not even the semen stains on her editor's
chair, bragged about by Fernando. It dawns on me that this woman represents
a leadership vacuum. She might have to go too, replaced by a strong person
who can stand up to injustice and recognize abberrant behavior.

One night, with a yearbook staffer who also hates him, I hit upon the
solution to my schools sickest problem. The bullets. Fernado, besides
being an insult to the human race, is also a gun dealer. He has a cache
of ammunition stored in his drawer at the yearbook office. This ammo was
discovered by me one night while looking for a pot to cook some spaghetti
in. I noticed that it has been sent from a dealership down south directly
to the school organization. Among them were 38 caliper, 9mm dum dums
(armor piercing cop-killer bullets illegal in NYC), and shotgun shells.

I never said anything when I found them, since most people already know
this anyway, but please do not judge me for this serious mistake.
Since then, one of my dearest friends was murdered up in the Bronx
by a gunshot wound to the back. It dawns on me that Fernando could have
provided the gun, the bullets, or both. This kind of destroys Fer's
rationilization that guns help "weed out the scum of society."

With extra care to insure we are not committing any act of blackmail,
this highly illegal situation can be used to rid this guy from the
campus. Hut it really has nothing to do with WHY we want him out. We
want to protect the women. Stains on the chair indicate unprotected sex.

Ousting Fer is just ten percent of the battle. Fer is not the problem,
it is the behavior he displays and its tolerance by men, women and
administrators that really bites. What can be done to drive this issue
home into the mids of our students? Why are women so fucking submissive?!?

I end this posting with Random House's definition of "Scoundrel:"
  an unprincipled, dishonorable man; villain.
  cad, bounder, rapscallion, miscreant.
  see "knave."