‘God and I Are Tired of Men Taking Advantage
February 14, 1971:
Today’s contribution to Picture Magazine’s series by famous American writers is
by Ellery Queen, master of mystery, who is, as all mystery fans know, two
persons — Frederic Dannay
and Manfred B. Lee, cousins. In this article they discuss some of the more extreme
adherents of Women’s Liberation.
By Ellery Queen
FULL TEXT: On MAY 2, 1956, a 300-pound New
Orleans car salesman named Max Jernigan had the bad luck to run into—or more
accurately to be run into by — an early rebel against the dominant male,
Beatrice P. Adams, an attractive 33-year-old stenographer. A fellow car
salesman was the astonished witness to Miss Adams’s vigorous act of rebellion,
and he told fascinated reporters about it.
“God knows how many times she ran over
Jernigan. She would hit him, back down the drive into the street, and get
another running start. Then she would take off up the drive, swerve over to the
body, and hit it again. I mean run over it. There were tire marks all over the
drive, the street, the sidewalk and the ground. I’m telling you, that was the
most cold-blooded exhibition I’ve ever seen.”
“Just pray to God,
It appears that Beatrice P. Adams was
expressing her resentment against male chauvinism in the only way she felt lay
open to her. “I feel no remorse over having killed him,’’ Miss Adams is
reported to have said. “I’d do it again. God and I are tired of men taking
advantage of women.”
Note the partnership. It required only one
further step to reach what some leaders of Women’s Lib are proclaiming today,
that God is female. “Just pray to God, She will provide,” the ladies are
saying. It is to be hoped that they do not mean. She will indiscriminately
provide male targets for their automobiles, as She allegedly did for Miss
It may seem extreme to extend the Women’s
Liberation Movement into the area of homicide, but the record is crowded with
relevant examples. A recent one leaps to mind, that of Andy Warhol, artist of
the silver hair, blue contact lenses, leather jackets, Campbell Soup can
paintings and nudie films.
She produced a gun
began putting the trigger
The scene was Warhol’s The Factory, site of
his sixth-floor underground-movies studio. The liberated lady in question was
one Valerie Solanas. Miss Solanas had starred in a Warhol flick, “I, a Man.”
(Could the title have belatedly stirred her indignation?) Present with Miss
Solanas and the film-maker were Fred Hughes, his friend, and Mario Amaya,
London art critic and gallery director. Warhol was speaking to someone on the
telephone. Miss Solanas produced a gun and began pulling the trigger in the
artist’s direction. Amaya told reporters later, “She was going full blast.
Andy, shouted, ‘Oh, no!’ and he went down. Then she turned on me.”
Amaya ran for it. He managed to get to an
adjoining room and barricade the door, but not before suffering a wound in the gluteus.
The lady then turned on Fred Hughes.
“She came over to me and said, ‘I’m going to
shoot you.’” Mr. Hughes did what any sensible man would have done under the
“I got down on my knees and said, Please,
please, don’t shoot me.’“ It is tempting to believe that the gentleman’s ritual
attitude of submission mollified Miss Solanas. In any event, she departed
without carrying out her threat Warhol underwent surgery for wounds in the
spleen, liver, stomach, esophagus, and both lungs, and survived. Meanwhile,
Valerie Solanas had surrendered to a traffic officer in Times Square. Handing
over the .32 automatic she had fired, together with a .22 revolver, she uttered
the words, “I am a flower child. He had too much control over my life.” She did
not explain, apparently, what she had against Mr. Amaya and Mr. Hughes, beyond
the fact that they were men.
She had organized a society
cutting up men
Valerie told reporters that she had written
Ma manifesto that explains a lot of things.” The document disclosed that, in
addition to being an actress (and a would-be playwright), she was organizer of
a group which called itself the Society for Cutting Up Men, or SCUM. SCUM’s
program was to “eliminate through sabotage all aspects of society not relevant
to women (everything), bring about a complete female takeover, eliminate the
male sex and begin to create a swinging, groovy, out-of-sight female world.”
Precisely how many lady liberators go so far
as to advocate the total annihilation of males is not statistically available,
but that the SCUM group is not unique in this goal is admitted to by the underground
A group named The Vibrator Freaks is
described in the Los Angeles Free Press: “… the extremist fringe of Women’s Lib
has concocted a superficially logical ideology which enshrines the electric
vibrator as the ultimate sex-trip for the sisterhood, the marvelous invention
that … .” On second thought, for details see the Free Press.
That Valerie Solanas had support in her
attempt to eliminate Andy Warhol is testified to by leaflets handed out in the
streets by a feminist group after the shoot-up in the Warhol atelier:
“ANDY WARHOL SHOT BY VALERIE SOLANAS. PLASTIC
MAN VS. THE SWEET ASSASSIN . . . NON-MAN SHOT BY THE REALITY OF HIS DREAM . . .
A TOUGH CHICK WITH A BOP CAP AND A .88 ... VALERIE IS OURS!” the leaflets
proclaimed with more enthusiasm than accuracy about gun calibers.
Just how extensive are the symptoms of this
homicidal hate the- men syndrome? How real a threat is faced by the largest of
the world’s minorities, the male of the species? We are told by one feminist
slogan, “Hell hath no fury!”; in another, The hand that rocks the cradle can
also cradle a rock!” Many leaders of NOW, WITCH, and other acronymic groups
call themselves gut feminists and speak of the “victim’s rage” they an experiencing.
It may be the significant phrase in any understanding of the potential for
violence in the movement. Rage, the rage of victimization released, seems to
run through the speeches and writings of liberation leaden.
Some of her rage was drained off
her Women’s Liberation work
It shows up even among female journalists.
Helen Dudar, who was exposed to the rhetoric of the Movement while on assignment
for Newsweek, confessed to blistering a fellow-newsman with “a string of
fearful obscenities” over a remark she took to be unflattering to her sex. From
the time she began to associate with the militant feminists she found herself
asking, “How do you control the hostility?” Her surfacing hatred toward male
dominance was interfering with her work.
She was not alone. A nursery school teacher
(!) told Miss Dudar, “I’ve been absolutely overwhelmed by feelings of hostility
that scare the hell out of me.” This woman went on to explain that some of the “victim’s
rage” she felt was being drained off by her Women’s Lib work and steering dear
In an article in Esquire Sally Kempton wrote
that she had joined the Movement for ambivalent reasons. “I became a feminist
as an alternative to becoming a masochist Actually I was a masochist; I became
a feminist because to be a masochist is intolerable.”
She tells of her violent rages against her
husband. “I used to lie in bed beside my husband after those fights and wish I
had the courage to bash in his head with a frying pan . . . I would mutter to
myself through clenched teeth, pushing back the realization that I didn’t dare,
not because I was afraid of seriously hurting him— I would have loved to do
that—but because... I was afraid that he would leave me.”
“He didn’t deserve
I did to him”
But other ladies do not stop short of their
fantasies. “I just grabbed the knife off the floor and shoved it into his
chest,” a blonde wife and mother of four told Los Angeles police. She related
how her husband had mistreated her, but she shed sincere tears over killing
him. “I want him back . . . I wish I hadn’t done it.
He wanted me to come to him after I cut him,
but I didn’t... He can’t be dead . . . He didn’t deserve what I did to him . .
. We had lots of arguments but I loved him.”
The love-hate ambivalenz, as Freud
called it Victim’s rage, as a feminist might retort; gut reaction to a
real situation. She might even quote Frantz Fanon: “An oppressed individual cannot
feel liberated until he kills one of the oppressors.’ Peter Fabiano was shot to
death at his front door one Halloween Eve by a masked caller. Arrested for the
murder were Goldyne Pizer and Joan Rabel.
In almost any woman
almost incredible fury”
“We decided to kill Fabiano because Joan told
me Fabiano had been mistreating his wife,” Miss Fixer told police. “I didn’t
know Fabiano until Joan pointed him out to me that night.” Women’s Lib
activists have said. “In almost any woman you can unearth an incredible fury.”
This anti-male virulence shows up again and
again in history. Julie d’Aubigny [AKA, Mademoiselle
Maupin or La Maupin], a 17th
century French girl, killed 18 men before she was 21. She was a female d’Artagnan.
She deliberately provoked men into facing her lethal dueling sword on the field
of honor for the pleasure of running them through the heart
The example of Mile. d’Aubigny may be called
into question because, as a lesbian, she had a built-in bias. But then there is
the case of Princess Margaret of Burgundy, whose murders of men, including her own father, are said to
have totaled a thousand. The princess
dispatched her ladies to lure young men to her castle, called the Tower of Nails, where she had them disposed of.
Margaret did not wage this
awesome campaign of extermination out of a need for violent protest against the male-dominated world of the Middle Ages. The men had been her
lovers, and dead lovers don’t go
about smearing a girl’s reputation. Or so the story goes.
our own time is the case of Bianca Segura, the fiery intellectual anarchist
known in Dictator Primo de Rivera’s Spain as La Hacha, which means the torch
and also the hatchet. La Hacha, in a fierce quest of the perfect human society,
chose a genetically superior mate for a night of procreation and out of her own
body produced the perfect woman, her daughter Ginebra, who came to be known as
the Red Virgin of Madrid. The Red Virgin, whom her mother intended eventually
to mate with a male counterpart in order to found a line of super-beings,
leaped to the forefront of the revolutionary movement that toppled de Rivera
from power and even threatened the Spanish throne. And then the girl fell in
love with a middle-aged army officer of “rotten”—that is noble—blood, lost all interest
in politics, and gave herself to hint La Hacha took her perfidious daughter on
a picnic in the country, plied her with wine until the girl fell asleep under a
tree and, with the ax she had used to cut the picnic firewood, chopped her Red virgin daughter into little pieces
and fed them to the fire.
is no denying the almost convulsive response among many women to the rallying
cries of today’s ultra-feminists. Will it all wind up in pogroms and
Buchenwalds? Or perhaps the male minority will be saved from extinction by the
world’s more numerous Auntie Toms, who find no cause for homicide except for an
occasional individual case — in the existing order. By the way, for the
record, some of
my best friends are females.
[Ellery Queen, “‘Sweet
Assassins’ and the Liberation,” Picture Magazine (syndicated Sunday
supplement), Feb. 14, 1971, p. 4]