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Training Module

You’re twenty-two in 1975, and you’re with your bud walking past the candy store at the beach where the kids hang out, and you see two eighth-grade girls hanging out. Do you say: a) nothing b) anything or c) “Two more years.” The post Training Module appeared first on Guernica.
Source image: Artemisia Gentileschi, "Susanna and the Elders," 1610.

You’re an adult man of indeterminate age in 1967, in between subway cars, and you see a six-year-old girl with her mother. Do you: a) quickly move to the next car, as any sensible person between cars on a moving train might, or b) expose yourself to a child?

You’re an adult man of indeterminate age in 1967, on the Broadway bus, and you see a six-year-old girl with her mother. Do you: a) see a lot of other people too, and quickly push through all of them to grab an open seat back of the bus, or b) stand directly in front of them and rub one out through your coat pocket?

You’re a bunch of different adult men of indeterminate age on any form of public transportation in Manhattan between 1967 and 1979. Are you: a) trying to get somewhere, or b) looking for little girls to masturbate at?

You’re a teenage boy in 1969,  hanging with a bunch of other teenage boys on a stoop on 89th between West End and Broadway, smoking cigarettes, and you see a third-grader on her way to school. Do you: a) continue to talk amongst yourselves and say nothing; b) say good morning in an unthreateningly friendly way, like you live in Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood and not real Manhattan in 1969; c) whistle like you’re a bunch of sailors on leave in a movie from the ’50s and not real Manhattan in 1969; or d) call her baby and tell her she looks real nice in her minidress?

You’re a man in 1969, hanging with a bunch of other men outside the deli on the corner of 89th and Amsterdam, smoking cigarettes, and you see a third-grader on her way to school. Do you: a) continue to talk amongst yourselves and say nothing; b) say good morning in an unthreateningly friendly way, like you live in Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood and not real Manhattan in 1969; c) whistle like you’re a bunch of sailors on leave in a movie from the ’50s and not real Manhattan in 1969; or d) call her baby, tell her she looks real nice in her minidress, and ask her if she wants to hang out with you there on the corner, shoot the breeze, smoke up, or whatever?

You’re a man in 1969, hanging with a bunch of other men on a stoop on 89th between Columbus and Amsterdam, smoking cigarettes, and you see a third-grader on her way home from school. Do you: a) continue to talk amongst yourselves and say nothing; b) say good afternoon in an unthreateningly friendly way, like you live in Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood and not real Manhattan in 1969; c) whistle like you’re a bunch of sailors on leave in a movie from the ’50s and not real Manhattan in 1969; or d) call her baby, tell her she looks real nice in her minidress, and ask her if she wants to hang out with you there on the stoop, shoot the breeze, smoke up, or whatever?

You’re a man in 1969, hanging with a bunch of other men between Amsterdam and Columbus, smoking cigarettes, and you see a third-grader carrying a package on her way to the post office. Do you: a) continue to talk amongst yourselves and say nothing; b) tell her you have another package for her; c) call her baby, tell her she looks real nice in her minidress, and ask her if she wants to hang out with you there on the stoop, shoot the breeze, smoke up, or whatever?

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