Wolf II: Playing the Victim Role while Denying It
(Continued from Part I)
It’s time for an inventory of what happened, assuming that Naomi Wolf’s story is semi-accurate. A 19-year-old female student has deified a male professor. She has gone to great lengths to attract his attention. Despite her intelligence and her self-proclaimed expertise at handling men (an unwanted hand on the thigh is no big deal, she insists), she has let him invite himself to a candlelight dinner at her place. She has gotten drunk with him. She is so drunk, and so grossed out to discover that the deity is an ugly, out-of-shape, 53-year-old man who finds her body of much more pressing interest than her poetry, that she vomits on the spot. (In her first published account of the incident, in which Bloom was given another name, she declared that her poetry manuscript was “the most important gift I had ever given any man.”) Witnessing her reaction, the (former?) deity remarks that she is a “deeply troubled girl,” and hastily departs.
(Wolf has actually told her story twice in print now, and the versions don’t fully agree. According to Rachel Donadio’s New York Observer article, Wolf first published an account in her 1997 memoir, Promiscuities. There she invited Bloom, who was given a made-up name and specialty, to her apartment to dine alone with her. The 1997 version also credited the quantity of Amontillado that Wolf had knocked back as a partial explanation of her vomiting. The 2004 version ascribes the vomiting entirely to the sheer horror of Bloom leaning close to her face and putting his hand on her thigh.)
From this encounter, Wolf might have learned that Bloom was not a god, that he was capable of acting like a fool, that his approval was not worth the cost to her self-respect, and that she could live a fulfilled life without being sponsored and validated by a “powerful man.” Or she might have seen her failure to be validated as an irretrievable loss, irrefutable proof that she was unworthy of the deity’s beneficence.
She writes as though Bloom had delivered irrefutable proof. Yet Roderick Long insists the incident did no real damage to her self-esteem: “Wolf says nothing of the kind.”
I believe this is something of the kind: “the encroachment, the transgression… had effects that went deep.” As is this: “What it set off was a moral crisis, shaking my confidence in the institution that I was in.” And this: “I was spiraling downward: I had gotten a C-, a D, and an F, and was put on academic probation. My confidence shaken, I failed in my effort to win the Rhodes Scholarship at the end of the term.” (Incidentally, here is one part of Wolf’s story that fails to ring true. Even at an Ivy League institution, Rhodes Scholarships go only to the hoitiest of the toitiest, among those who envision themselves as future world-shapers. How could Wolf have won a Rhodes Scholarship, even on a second try, if her course grades had truly gone so far into the tank?)
Continuing, from her former roommate: “You were really nervous; you were anxious for the rest of the semester.” And finally: “Once you have been sexually encroached upon by a professor, your faith in your work corrodes.” Wolf insisted to Rachel Donadio that she never wrote another poem after the incident. When Donadio asked her to explain why, she burst into tears; she resumed the interview a few minutes later, without answering the question.
Picking up again with Donadio, she exclaimed, “Professor Bloom is not a bad guy! He’s a good guy in many ways! … One stupid action shouldn’t demonize someone or victimize someone. … I’ve talked to many people who have glowing things to say about him and whom he’d mentored. I wish I could have been mentored by him.”
It is also true that in the New York magazine article, Wolf denies presenting herself as a victim: “I was not traumatized personally, but my educational experience was corrupted.” In light of the foregoing, her denial has no credibility. As Zoe Williams wrote in The Guardian, “it really is debeateable whether or not some drunk bloke putting his face quite near yours and his hand on your thigh, when you thought he’d come round to read poetry, undermines your value to an entire institution. In the barometer that runs from ‘misunderstanding’ to ‘act of violence’, it leans irrefutably towards the former.”
On rereading her New York magazine article, I was struck by how often Wolf would say something, then explicitly deny the plain intent of her own words. Readers need to be attentive to what Wolf is actually saying, and disinclined to credit what she says she is saying.
She talks of pestering Richard Brodhead, the Dean of Yale College, to take some kind of action against Harold Bloom. Brodhead says there have been no complaints against Bloom during the 11 years that he’s been in office, and he isn’t going to admonish a professor on the basis of unsubstantiated charges now 20 years old. Wolf talks as though punishing Harold Bloom is not the point, then says, “His harmful impulse would not have entered his or my real life—then or now—if Yale made the consequences of such behavior both clear and real.” I.e., he should have been punished, or faced the threat of punishment.
She focuses on the dreadful thing that was done to her, and her heavy-hearted decision not to complain to anyone in authority about it. Then she insists that she spent nine months phoning and emailing a bunch of Yale administrators, threatening to publish Bloom’s name, and finally delivering on her threat—all for the sake of other women.
To get the other women’s cases into the article, she had to splice together alleged offenses that range from a male professor putting his hand on a female student’s leg when she sat next to him at a local bar and making a snarky remark when she got up and left her seat, to a professor drugging and raping a grad student. In Fire with Fire, she not only rejected the idea of a simple continuum from unwanted propositions to rape, but went so far as to note that some women have called an awful sexual experience rape when they had obviously consented to it. In those days, she would have emphatically rejected tossing the other women’s cases into the same basket:
It is absolutely true that all sexual harassment lies on a spectrum, but let us not take the opportunity granted by the new attention given these issues to collapse that spectrum. Taking harassment and date rape seriously means demarcating the inappropriate from the criminal. (1993, p. 193).
This ought to make the reader wonder what the other women’s function might be, except to make it look as though she is getting back at Yale University for maintaining inadequate grievance procedures, not at Harold Bloom for putting a crude move on her.
To anyone who thinks I am being too harsh, I suggest a close reading of the last 7 paragraphs of Wolf’s article. What is she recommending be done about “sexual transgression in school and work”? What could she mean when she says it should be handled as a “civil rights” issue? (Federal law already classifies sexual harassment as a form of discrimination against women.) Does she really believe that Yale University has handled sexual transgressions against female students as badly as the Catholic Church has handled priests molesting boys? For that matter, does she really believe that “no one harasses upward in a hierarchy”? (Sexual-harassment experts like to say that a male student who makes sexual comments about a female professor is engaging in “contrapower harassment.”) Anyone who can extract a consistent proposal for reform out of these paragraphs will relieve me of my muddle by explaining what it is. In the meantime, I think I am on safe ground concluding that changing the way universities do their business was not the motivating force behind Wolf’s essay.
To be continued in Part III.