Some may recall the horrific and heartbreaking case of Tom Kimball, a very troubled man who worked for Signature Books and turned out to be a child predator. Now new allegations have arisen concerning a person once central to the operations of the establishment known as Writ & Vision, a very outspoken, even strident, champion of women’s rights who is alleged to have preyed on vulnerable adult victims of abuse. If I recall correctly, this person liked to slam John Dehlin. To get a flavor of the accusations, check out the following:
I hope all of this is untrue, but it looks pretty bad. What I notice in both of these monstrous cases, however, is a real clear and damning pattern of behavior. I also note the lack of a vocal victim who haunts message boards doling out vague claims about the abuser with endless empty promises of forthcoming evidence. Real victims apparently are not rushing out to garner attention through their victimhood. Makes sense, when you think about it.“Josh Weed” wrote:Hey, ex-Mormons, I have an idea for a novel I'm thinking of writing and I REALLY want to get your feedback on it! Please let me know what you think in the comments.
Here's the concept:
So, let's say there was an ex-…..CATHOLIC failed academic by the name of, oh, I dunno... we'll call him something weird and kinda random... maybe something like Krad Bramer. (I literally don't even KNOW anyone named Krad! What a silly goose my brain is to just randomly manufacture such a weird name, amirite??? I might change it eventually, but for now I'll just go with this as a placeholder, lol)
And let's say that this protagonist, Krad Bramer, positioned himself very artfully in the ex-Catholic world. Let's say he so artfully mastered the skill of grooming and outward presentation that he even passed himself off as the brains behind an establishment within this community. Let's say he wants to be known as a baker even though he wouldn’t be able to proof a teaspoon of yeast if it bit him on the ass, and that he decided to pretend to be the creator and executive of a religion-adjacent bakery or something. And let's say he showed up at and pretended to be the primary organizer of community meals there in this bakery and lots of ex-Catholic culinary artists would come and literally break bread, and share their various works in this shop, right in the heart of the Catholic church’s most favorite city. This would give Krad the aura of power and influence in this world. And then let's say he had access to lots of food-lovers and other ex-Catholic culinary artists because of this, as this space that he claimed to have ownership of became a well-beloved part of a hurting ex-Catholic community, and a place for ex-Catholic culinary artists and food writers and fellow bakers to feature their work.
Now let's imagine this guy is REALLY smart. This fictional character I have based on nobody in particular, Krad Bramer, is, as I mentioned, a spectacularly failed academic (seriously, his academic career is so damned pitiful it is embarrassing, and this feeds into his profound sense of egoic inferiority). Yet, at the same time, he is SUPER good with words and is a very convincing writer. And let's imagine that he, studious as he is, learned VERY well the language of politics, oppression, and all of the progressivisms du jour of his day. And that he talked about these things a lot. Let's say he even talked a lot about women and women's issues, and that he did so in a VERY convincing way, that made him appear to be extremely progressive, extremely safe, extremely "not like all the other guys."
But, let's just imagine that something was very wrong. His insides were rotted. His egoic self, behind the scenes, was actually the part of him running the show, and instead of doing good things for good, Krad was building an elaborate ruse with which to live out his sexual fantasies with women.
Lots of women.
Lots of vulnerable, hurting women.
In this story, he would start by singling out a woman in distress and giving her praise and attention. This fictional character targeted survivors of domestic violence and narcissistic abuse. He would swoop in with caring verbiage, saying all the things to make these women feel seen, feel validated. He pretended that he was there to selflessly support them and that he was generously donating time and resources to help a worthy woman to survive and heal. He pretended to be a real friend, the realest male friend she’d ever had.
Many of the fictional women in this story were explicit about not wanting a romantic entanglement and having too much trauma or personal danger to be romantically involved. He would pretend to be a friend and then pretend to fall in love despite himself. He would butter them up, and make them feel like he might provide them the love they'd been missing in previous relationships (meanwhile, Krad himself was married and cheating on his own wife). He would say that his wife had a boyfriend, that the marriage had been sexless for over a decade and that he was going to have an amicable divorce in a couple years when his kids were raised. And then Krad would start to pressure them for sexual favors (and just so you know I HAVE SEEN THE SCREENSHOTS of this kind of thing in other situations so I really do understand what this kind of pressure looks like and can accurately portray it in my novel)-- He TOLD women that the danger he put them in was a turn on for him. He would ask them to keep the favors secret from his wife and kids and he would tell the women that the danger of being caught made the sneaking around all the more exciting.
This fictional character, Krad, would remind them continually of the danger they were in and would encourage them to keep dwelling on the threats to their safety. He actively and deliberately damaged women he pretended to care about in this horrible way. Hurting them without them knowing. Convincing them they were unique when they were just one of dozens, possibly more than dozens, of women he collected as a hobby. He often would take words from a conversation with one woman and pass them off as his own in a different conversation with a different woman. He was very active on Facebook but what most people didn’t know is that the posts that weren’t a collection of nasty insults deriding conservatives were often the words of women he was toying with, that he passed off as his own.
He got off on it. On all of it.
I think I'll actually write Krad Bramer as such a vile character that HE ACTUALLY TOLD PEOPLE that he gets off on endangering abused women. That's right, this protagonist is so vile that while he maintained a public presence in which he claimed to deeply care about the humanity of women, in actuality he only did so because he got off on the idea of women being physically, perilously endangered because of his own actions. This wasn't just fantasy. He was actually attempting to orchestrate situations where this might happen because he found it sexually appealing.
Wouldn't this be SUCH a compelling character in a book?
And listen, I haven't written the book yet, so I'm not sure how things turn out for my protagonist Krad, but I CAN tell you what I would say to any of my three daughters IF that hypothetical situation were true and they encountered someone like my character Krad Bramer, and were maybe even seduced by him:
I would tell them to never, ever ever believe anything Krad Bramer says. I would tell them that Krad Bramer is a serial abuser who uses his reputation as a baker and as a spectacularly failed academic with impressive use of the English language, to cajole women into believing he loves them--and that they should definitely, without question, stop engaging with him if he ever started a conversation with them. I would tell my daughter, if the hypothetical situation I described above about the fictional character Krad Bramer were actually true, that this was not her fault at all, and that she was a victim of a predator, and that she should not be ashamed, but that she SHOULD be angry. Very, very damned angry.
I would also tell my three daughters, or any other woman in this terrible situation, something like this: "If you find yourself in this kind of situation with Krad Bramer, you are not alone. You can reach out to me anytime and I will believe you. You aren't bad and you have nothing to be ashamed of--predators are to blame for their predations, not their victims. Please reach out to somebody if this has happened or is happening to you. My Facebook dm's are always open, and there are people who have reached out to me and offered to stand with you in solidarity as you recover from this situation."
But most of all, I would say Screw you KRAD BRAMER, you snivelling, pusillanimous, gangrenous gaping wound on the rotting ballsack of ex-Catholocism. Screw you for lying to an entire community so you could feel tingles in your ding dong. Screw you for not taking responsibility for your own desires, for not growing up, and then for pretending to be enlightened so that you could access victims. Screw you for convincing other people who DO deeply care about women and women's issues that you were an ally to their cause, such that your words spread. And FUUUUCK YOOOOOU for endangering the lives of hurting, vulnerable women, you lying, manipulative, monstrous piece of human garbage. (We're going to just pretend here that my character, Krad Bramer, in his magnificent ruse, used to go on passionate tirades about people he thought were morally bankrupt that sounded just like this, which is why it is so fitting to now do so about him. I might even include this paragraph in my novel!)
Wouldn't this make SUCH an awesome book with such a loathsome, absolutely vile and disgusting protagonist you hope rots for all he's done?
Finally, the situation with Dehlin is so different from these terrible tragedies and serious crimes of actual predation, that I have to wonder what kind of bizarrely troubled person it takes to waste everyone’s time, for literally years, trying to equate Dehlin’s tawdry peccadillos with such serious crimes and allegations.
I deplore the monstrousness that predators perpetrate when preying on their victims. The suffering of the innocent. I am also baffled and deeply troubled by people who hitch their victimhood fantasies to such deadly serious phenomena in order to capture attention, garner sympathy, and even manufacture notoriety. All of the above is grotesque.