We are stranded in an era where gross distortions of the truth about rape–from “women don’t lie about rape,” to “one-in-four college women are raped” (sometimes it’s “one-in-four Freshman women before Thanksgiving” or “one-in-four women by the time they enter college,” or” one-in-three women” or “one-in-five women” or “one-in-six women” or any number of other manifestations of this canard), to “only two percent of rape claims are false”–have become the accepted narrative. Where “take back the night” participants stomp about shouting angry, puerile slogans into a bullhorn. And where young men shakily “walk a mile in her shoes,” thinking they are actually making a difference about rape instead of what they’re really doing, helping the sexual grievance industry justify its existence.

Diatribes replace dialogue. Ranting at one another replaces reasoning together. Lashing out replaces listening. And anyone who dares to take issue with any of it is deemed not just backward — in a good old-fashioned progressive ”guns and religion” sense – but evil, too. Few things engender as much anger as telling the truth about rape. To quote Ronald Reagan talking about Jimmy Carter, “I sometimes think he’s like the witch doctor that gets mad when a good doctor comes along with a cure that’ll work.”