Originally a comment by Your Name’s not Bruce? on The bottom rung of the ladder.
Felker-Martinâs work is highly disturbing for reasons that go much further than the characters and plot, which centres on two transgender women hunting down and killing âTERFsâ in a battle for survival.
N.B. Much, if not most, of the following, is speculative, as I have not read Manhunt and have no intention of doing so. I have no qualms about trashing or maligning it sight unseen. I have no qualms about taking feminist critiques of it at face value. I have not been given any reason whatsoever to doubt their presentation of the facts of the matter in this conflict. The trans activist side has sacrificed the presumption of innocence and good faith so many times over that Iâm done with giving it the benefit of the doubt. Ever. Am I âpiling on?â Maybe. If that makes me a âhateful bigotâ I can live with that. I am not demanding that the authour and his supporters be hounded and harassed, and that the publisher withdraw his book from circulation. If someone wants to buy it and read it, go ahead. Iâm not going to feign neutrality. Iâm not going to be ânice.â In the words of Magdalen Berns, âIâd rather be rude than a fucking liar.â
In an earlier thread about this novel, someone here on B&W had commented on the misandry at play in the portrayal of men. Perhaps, but from what Iâve heard about the book, as far as males turning into murderous beasts, they canât help it. Itâs a consequence of the malady used to create the dystopian arena in which the surviving âhumanâ characters play out the story. What is this other than âboys will be boysâ turned up to 11? By turning them into mindless killers, the author has effectively removed men as men from the calculus of moral responsibility. As thoughtless drones, they might even be objects of pity, best put out of their misery. They are made as blameless as a virus. To be stamped out and killed, to be sure, but itâs nothing personal. The real enemies, it would seem, are TERFs. TERFs are the true opponents of the storyâs trans heroes. Can you really hold a man who has become a mindless zombie to the same level of guilt and responsibility as a cold-blooded, calculating cis-woman bent on harming trans identified males for the hell of it?
Is this not just an extrapolation of the current state of trans activist belief? TERFs bear the entire moral responsibility for the murder of trans identified males (letâs face it, theyâre the only trans people that TAs really gve a shit about), despite the fact that itâs males who do the actual killing. Men might be the ones engaging in violence, but they canât help it. Itâs the feminists who are planning trans genocide who are to blame. How exactly critiques of Judith Butler and the vigourous defence of womenâs words and single sex spaces becomes the motivation for males killing trans identified males is never explained, but SHUT UP TRANSPHOBE! The appropriation of the murders of Brazilian prostitutes and the ignoring of the complicating factors of race, sexâworkâ and drug use is also SHUT UP TRANSPHOBed away. In the trans activist imagination, cis âprivilegeâ gives TERFs a degree of power and influence that feminists can only dream of. That believing that this is how our world actually works requires a greater suspension of disbelief than the apocalyptic revenge-fantasy scenario conjured up by this novel really says something about the level of delusion and dishonesty within which trans activism operates. That trans activist delusions of feminists plotting trans genocide is a pure projection of their own subconcious (and not so subconcious) desires is truly frightening.
Itâs only natural that the TA fantasy of TERF power in the real world would get carried over into the fantasy world of this novel. Other aspects of our world do, however, have a more hauntingly familiar echo in the novel. In our world, the entire onus of acceptance of TiMs is on women. It is up to women to give up their spaces for the protection of men who claim to be women, against the violence of males. TiMs claim to be âwidening the bandwidthâ of what it means to be a woman, rather than demanding changes in what it means to be a man. This would be more honest, but much harder to do. Better to find an easier target, one that doesnât demand changes in patriarchal rules and expectations.
Though it is male violence that TiMs are seeking to escape by violating womenâs single sex spaces, the violence of men is somehow womenâs fault. Women are, as ever, expected to accept and accommodate the demands of men. Rather than fighting patriarchy, trans activism uses it. Itâs just more male entitlement. Somehow patriarchy is not the enemy, feminism is. Patriarchy is just the way things are, the way things will always be. Boys will be boys. But if some boys want to be women, then itâs womenâs respnsibility alone to accommodate them. In the novel, men have become murderous beasts. There is no arguing or changing them; boys will be boys. They are absolved and bear no responsibility. Trans safety now depends on taking that which women will not share. But our trans heroes are the bearers and inheritors of male entitlment and violence. The violence must be excused and justified. It must be seen as righteous. So, the trans heroes must prove themselves against the real villains of the piece, not the poor, mindless males who canât help themselves and canât be argued with, but the evil TERFs keeping them out of the clubhouse of womanhood. Seeking a trans-safe place of their own is out of the question. Defeating the TERFs is the true path to salvation and validation. Taking away womenâs power and space is just punishment and the only true victory, the only way for the trans heroes to show that they are the better âwomenâ and are the rightful owners of the name, the only true women.