Let's workshop this poem about the consequences of workplace harassment and the complex dynamics of speaking out, set against the backdrop of caution against precipitate judgment without due process
Even Nonwhite Women Lie
Interns fired after reporting
they were groped and licked up
to nonconsensual orgasm
by the boss, only to face
a web of silence as they try to rally
other me toos—that sucks,
but resist Salem’s jungle law:
the overcorrecting urge to let
accusation suffice for guilt.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)