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Remembering a Sixties Terrorist By Donna Ron FrontPageMagazine.com | Wednesday, January 04, 2006
I read occasionally of former Weatherman Bill Ayers and his wife Bernardine Dohrn, both now not only accepted, despite their bombing campaign against America in the 1960s and 70s, but successful , establishment educators whose opinions on social issues are taken seriously. Every time I see Ayers name I shudder with fear and rage and realize that I will never be able to erase the mark he left on my life one evening 40 years ago.
It was at the Undergraduate Library at the University of Michigan on a Friday night in November 1965. I was a sophomore and was living in a sorority house -- Alpha Epsilon Phi. I was walking down the stairs to leave the library. Billy Ayers was standing on the first floor and started talking to me.
I thought he was cute. There seemed to be jovial kind of instant connection between us. As I am writing this now I think he must have noticed me before , boys were attracted to me in those days , and planned to try to pick me up. As we struck up a conversation, Ayers told me very quickly about his leftist activism as if he knew this would intrigue me. In fact, I had made attempts to join SDS and the anti Vietnam War Movement on campus during my freshman year but had been put off by what hustlers the young male activists were. They talked in lofty ideological abstractions, but they also used their political sophistication as a lure for young women who wanted to be on the right side of the great social issues of the day. I picked up on that cynicism early and so spent much of my freshman year at Michigan trying to figure out how to act. I was politically idealistic back then and believed in Tikkun Olam -- that we had to do something to make the world better.
My freshman year at Michigan I attended the Teach-Ins and the campus demonstrations against the Vietnam War and studied hard for my Chemistry exams once a month. At the same time, I decided to pledge a sorority, partially just to prove I could and partially because young womens options for campus living arrangements were still quite limited in those years.
Despite the caution Id learned about young ideologues on the make, I was charmed by Bill Ayers and by his savvy talk of politics and the childrens school he was involved with. He asked me to go to a party with him and I did. I have a vague memory of the house where the party was and the people there. I think he got quite drunk and I suppose I drank too. I remember walking home with him. He was very open about himself and told me he was one of 5 children and that he was from Chicago and that his father was rich.
I felt comfortable with Bill. Throughout my life I had always had a friendly buddy-kind of connection with certain boys and felt that I was developing such a connection with him.
I remember going back to his attic apartment -- he describes it in his book Fugitive Days. He had a roommate -- a black man who was 23 and married with children. There was a couch, a table, a stereo and a sink in the room. There were two beds Ayers and his roommates on each side of the attic wall. I slept with him there.
I came there a few times afterward to talk and to listen to his LPs. I especially loved Glen Yarboughs album Come Share My Life. I met Bills roommate who also worked at the childrens school. I also met Bills younger brother Rick. Bill was a year older than I and his brother was a year younger. He spent a lot of time at Bills apartment.
Bill Ayers apartment was around the corner and a half a block away from the sorority house. The more time I spent there, the more out of place I felt with my sisters. Sometimes I would stop by just to keep from having to go back to a place I had begun to think of as boring. I guess it was one of those evenings -- maybe on the way back from the library, maybe just to get out of the sorority house, I dont remember exactly. What I do recall is that when I was getting ready to leave Ayers told me I couldnt go until I slept with his roommate and his brother. At this point Bill and I had slept together just once. I was sexually inexperienced, having had only one serious boyfriend with whom I had recently broken up.
At first I thought Ayers was joking. I got up; and went to the door. He moved quickly to block me at the doorway. He locked the door and put the chain on it. I went to the couch and sat down and told him that I had no intention of having sex with his roommate and his brother or him. He said that I had no choice but to do as he said if I wanted to get out of there. He claimed that I wouldnt sleep with his married roommate because he was black -- that I was a bigot. I had gone to school with black kids and had them as friends all my life. I couldnt believe he was saying that to me
I felt trapped. I had to get out of the situation I was in and because he was so effective a guilt-tripper, I also felt I had to prove to him that I wasnt a bigot. I got up from the couch and walked over to the black roommates bed and put myself on it and he ****ed me. I went totally out of my body. I floated beside myself on the outside and above the bed looking at this black stranger **** me angrily while I hated myself.
After that I had to go lie down on Bill Ayers bed for his brother to screw me. Rick Ayers was a decent person, unlike his brother, and couldnt go through with it He started and stopped and let me go. I also thought I had to let Bill screw me but at that point he unbolted the door and I left.
I remember going back to the sorority house and talking to my best girlfriend and telling her what had happened. But there were no words yet to describe it. There was no term date rape yet in our political vocabulary. The notion of a psychological rape was not on the table.
I was a mess and felt it was my fault for letting it happen. I was ashamed. Back home at the end of the semester, I got my parents to send me to a psychiatrist. What had happened affected my ability to trust in a relationship with a man and I didnt have a close relationship again for a long time.
I graduated in 1968 and went to Europe for the summer and came back right before the Democratic Convention. I worked for McCarthy in the Indiana primary. Wherever I went over the next few years, I carried with me the shame and guilt with me. I felt it had been my fault for not putting up more of a struggle against Ayers.
I started a PhD program in clinical psych at Yeshiva University in 1969. I was also working part time for a branch of the University of Chicago Institute for Social Research which was in the same building. I was there in a room with other employees one day sitting around a big table and coding questionnaires for a research study on Head Start when we heard a huge explosion. Soon after we discovered that it was a bomb that went off in the brown stone on 10th street which killed three buddies of Bill Ayers, who was now one of the leaders of the WeatherUnderground, a terrorist cult. One of the victims was Diana Oughton, his girlfriend at the time. I had known her: a kind soul who had worked at the Fresh Air Camp for troubled kids before she got mixed up with ever so persuasive Bill and the other Weatherman terrorists. When I found out she had been blown up, I thought how like him to send his girlfriend to make the bomb rather than do it himself.
I eventually moved to Israel, married and had a family. But for a long time I felt as if I existed in a time warp in relation to events in the US that were a continuation of the 1960s. In 1994 I returned to the States for my 30-year Mumford High School reunion. I was in NYC visiting a friend and asked about the Weathermen. He told me that Billy and Bernardine Dohrn had come up from the underground and resumed middle class lifeincluding the radical politicswithout being prosecuted for their crimes.
Later I read about Ayers and his book Fugitive Days on the Internet. This was just after the terrorist attack on 9/11 and he was entirely unrepentant for having been a terrorist himself. I would do it again, he told the Times when he was asked about having set a bomb in the Pentagon. I also discovered that he was a Distinguished Professor of Education at University of Illinois Chicago campus. I think that freaked me out more than anything. That a man so cruel and conscienceless could attain such a position enraged me. I contacted him by email through the Universitys website. He wrote back that he didnt remember me.
I was in Detroit in November 2001 and bought his memoir at Book Beat at Lincoln Plaza in Oak Park. I looked to see if there was some hint in it of what had become the defining event of my life. Nothing. But why should he remember me if he has convinced the world to forget, or is it forgive -- that he set out to launch a bombing campaign to blow up America?
-Donna Ron is involved in non-profit resource and program development in Israel where she has been living on a kibbutz for many years.
Vile is the word. Turn it around and it’s evil.
I wish Ayers would get his “reward” on this earth.
Source: New York Times, September 11, 2001: "No Regrets for a Love Of Explosives; In a Memoir of Sorts, a War Protester Talks of Life With the Weathermen"
http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9F02E1DE1438F932A2575AC0A9679C8B63&sec=&spon=&pagewanted=1
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From "Remembering a Sixties Terrorist" -by Donna Ron
FrontPageMagazine.com | Wednesday, January 04, 2006:
Excerpt: "when I was getting ready to leave [Bill] Ayers told me I couldnt go until I slept with his roommate and his brother. At this point Bill and I had slept together just once. I was sexually inexperienced, having had only one serious boyfriend with whom I had recently broken up. At first I thought Ayers was joking. I got up; and went to the door. He moved quickly to block me at the doorway. He locked the door and put the chain on it. I went to the couch and sat down and told him that I had no intention of having sex with his roommate and his brother or him. He said that I had no choice but to do as he said if I wanted to get out of there. He claimed that I wouldnt sleep with his married roommate because he was black -- that I was a bigot. I got up from the couch and walked over to the black roommates bed and put myself on it and he ****** me. I went totally out of my body. I floated beside myself on the outside and above the bed looking at this black stranger **** me angrily while I hated myself."
Remembering a Sixties Terrorist -by Donna Ron
FrontPageMagazine.com | Wednesday, January 04, 2006:
[WARNING: 'F' word used at link]
http://www.frontpagemag.com/Articles/Read.aspx?GUID=9E8CD8A7-E90B-4311-8AA9-AEFD014A14B2
McCain Palin needs to keep hitting Obama on the monsters he has associated with. He also is a monster.
Nice guy, there. NOT
It’s a shame and an insult to John McCain that he has to share the stage with one of this monster’s associates.

Outlaws of America: The Weather Underground and the Politics of Solidarity (Paperback) by Dan Berger
http://www.amazon.com/Outlaws-America-Underground-Politics-Solidarity/dp/1904859410
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From the New York Times, August 24, 2003
"they [the Weather Underground] employed revolutionary jargon, advocated armed struggle and black liberation and began bombing buildings, taking responsibility for at least 20 attacks. Estimates of their number ranged at times from several dozen to several hundred."
Article: Quieter Lives for 60's Militants, but Intensity of Beliefs Hasn't Faded
http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9F04E4DE1539F937A1575BC0A9659C8B63&sec=&spon=&pagewanted=2
Well, here it is 40 years later and down in da hood, the saying is “Once you go Barack, you never go back”.
Yes; there’s profanity in my post. I can’t edit it now, though. If a moderator would replace the f word with “****”, I’d be grateful.
Thank God for this Esther who has the courage to step forward and write this. She had nothing to gain by it, in fact she has plenty to lose from it.
Prayers for her protection.
Ayers is a disgusting, reprehensible, lying, self confessed Terrorist who was clearly involved in attempted Murders of Law Enforcement and Judicial Officials as well as Innocent Citizens.
A BIG BOMB is that it strongly appears that Ayers was the ghostwriter for Obama’s “DREAMS OF MY FATHER!”That, in addition to Ayers personally hiring Obama as Chairman of his huge WOODS FOUNDATION in spite of Obama’s total lack of experience is absolutely Flagrant!
NOBAMA IN 08! NOBAMAS’ EVER FOR AMERICA!
Wow. Thanks for posting this. She is a very brave soul to come forth with this.
Ayers is dangerous and demented
Makes one wonder if Bill and Barry hung out much in the 1981-1983 New York period of Barry’s time at Columbia.
Were there more initiations of this type?
Does Michelle Robinson Obama have any comment on Ayers’ behavior with Ms. Ron back in the days at Ann Arbor?
“America is at that awkward stage. It’s too late to work within the system, but too early to shoot the bastards.”
- Claire Wolfe, 101 Things to Do ‘Til the Revolution
Makes one wonder if Bill and Barry hung out much in the 1981-1983 New York period of Barry’s time at Columbia.
Were there more initiations of this type?
Does Michelle Robinson Obama have any comment on Ayers’ behavior with Ms. Ron back in the days at Ann Arbor?
I don’t see how this is “rape”?? This tramp willingly laid on the bed and “let” him have sex with her. She did not fight, and was not drunk or incapacitated. She did not scream or go to the police. This is just a case of having sex and having “buyers remorse” afterwards.
How this slime is a college professor just totally baffles me. Why isn’t he in prison for life? I just don’t understand the whole situation. It is just sickening. When does he get what he deserves?
He and Obama have that souless thing in common. I understand the attraction between them much better.
Sounds like it blends in nicelhy with black liberation theology. America is so screwed.
...Having read this, I can now see why some of the attacks on Sarah Palin have been so repugnant: This has to be the result of Obama's association with this Ivory Tower Prick.
Better put some ice on that.
Wow...it certainly is a compelling tale and was published long before Ayers became part of the political discussion.
I didn't say anything about it. That piece I posted was something I put together a couple of months ago. The first time I posted it, I forgot to remove the F word too.
But at the time crap such as this was passed off as “good for our people.”
If Obama is elected, it will be the rape of America.
Juanita Hill redux. MSM coddles Liberal rapists.
reads like the script of a trashy 70’s X rated flick starring “Long John Holmes” as the young Ayers...
I found this article at the Mothering Magazine site last night and I wanted to puke.
http://www.mothering.com/articles/new_baby/dads/boystomen.html
Putting Theory to the Test An alleged date rape after a party at our kids high school became a huge focus of fear and anxiety, conversation, accusation, and contention. The adults, typically, knew almost nothing, but the kids were all abuzz. Would the young woman tell her parents? Would she file charges? Would the event and the aftershock become openly acknowledged? We overheard Zayd, Malik, and Chesa talking about it and, as usual, butted in. When they seemed evasive and somewhat lighthearted about what we took to be a most serious act, we began to question them sharply: Do you understand what a profound violation, what a disgusting and vile crime is being alleged? Dont you see how badly she was hurt and how unjust and immoral it was? Yo, Pops, Malik replied, We didnt do anything, OK? Youre acting like we did it. Were talking about something that happened out there. What the hell? When we were calmer, we talked more clearly about guilt and responsibility, assent and acceptance, desire and respect, boys and girls. The date rape helped us clarify several areas of agreement: Sex can be enormously pleasurable and powerful when it is mutual, respectful, authentic. When an older guy and a younger girl have sex, theres a concern about power and intimidation. (The girl in this instance was a freshman, the guy a senior.) If the guy uses alcohol and drugs to grease the wheels of cooperation, theres a real problem. (The guy in this case got her drunk.) If there is one girl and more than one guy, its force, for sure. (The guy arrived at the girls house at midnight with his best friend, and the three of them drank heavily until the guy coaxed the girl into a basement bedroom practically within reach of the TV the three had been watching.) If a girl says no at any point, everything stops there. (There is dispute about whether she ever said no.) There were issues about which we struggled but never really found agreement. We argued, for example, that mutuality required honesty and openness, an authentic dialogue, a serious attempt at understanding and empathy. Zayd responded that all relationships had an element of deceit built in--I give a girl a rose, but Im not ready to tell her the things Im thinking. He said there would always be an element of duplicity in relationships, in part because you could never be entirely sure of your own motives. We also argued that sex for teenage boys and teenage girls is, in our culture, fundamentally different, and that the difference matters. Girls need the tools to fight for themselves, for respect and choice and some autonomy. Boys need to learn to be generous and caring, to resist the role of rip-off artist. Sex should not be fraudulent or unequal. Our three boys listened, if somewhat blankly. The girl never did tell her parents. Charges were never filed.
And then there's this Youtube of him at the daycare:
That has got to be one of the most disgusting things I have ever read. God help us all!
Wow, it’s an old article, but I’ve forwarded it on to family and friends.
I am comfortable with the words in the post. We need to keep it clean; the author of this article used the word appropriately. It was meant to get an emotion out of me and it did.
A passive personality ordered to do something will often do it. It’s still rape if you use coersion. Telling her she wasn’t leaving till she did it is just that.
OMG. This disgusting pile of excrement is what launched Barack into the political world. Anyone that doesn’t think the great Zero’s connection to this sick filth is newsworthy is nothing but an enabler, a protector of evil. Shout it from the rooftops, Obama and Ayers, Obama and Ayers. Ask your democRat friends “Would you vote for someone whose political career had been launched by Timothy McVeigh? Then why would you vote for Obama, whose politcal career was launched by Bill Ayers?” A terrorist is a terrorist, and now we know he was a rapemonger as well.
Either Ayers lied and did remember her - or he raped enough women so one rape wasn't memorable.
How does this guy just waltz through life committing crime after crime without paying any penalty? If I didn’t believe in eternal recompense I would think it most unjust.
If America was foolish enough to elect a RAPIST himself to the Presidency, what hesitancy will they have, in bad economic times (a repeat of 1992) to put in off a man who is merely FRIENDS of a man who raped?
Sounds like this Bill Ayers is the same guy that got his ass kicked by Forest Gump at the black panther meeting.
Are you a sick bxtrd or what ? Go troll somewhere else.
bump
This should come as no surprise to any that were even peripherally involved in campus politics of that era. Among the radical left, the question posed was,
“Are there any positions for women in the radical left organizations?”
“Sure, horizontal”
Sure sounds like something Slick Willie would have said and done.
This was published in one of the women’s lib articles of that era.
I was there in the 60s. It was harder than you young’uns can imagine. So, I do not doubt her experience. I am just happy that I was fortunate, and managed to escape the worst of it.
Our generation tries hard, but will never forget that pressure. So many young women were sucked in, and lost all hope and trust in the counterpart males they trusted back then.
It was an ugly phase, no matter how the “newsies” try to whitewash that time. I have younger sisters who weren’t so fortunate, and still suffer the aftershocks today.
Their lives ARE FOREVER scarred. And it has affected their ability to raise their children. These women can’t pass on the hope and trust they lost back then.
It is sad to see how the next generation only hopes for a good “hook-up”, with no hope for what used to be a loving relationship.
Why was my post retitled?
Why is the new title so generic and uninteresting? Do we want to lose the election?
Who's that? Sorry, I don't know about her.
Someone should email this to Rush.
If her account is true as to the particulars it is kidnapping and rape.
When you sleep with the dogs you wake up with fleas.
She did her damnest to destroy this Country.
I would like to know why Ayers was never prosecuted.
I think I know but...
“Juanita Hill redux. MSM coddles Liberal rapists.”
I believe you meant to say Juanita Broderick.
Because that’s the title of the original article; it has to remain in the title. However, for late arrivals, here was the original:
“Ayers Forced his Girlfriend to be Raped by his Roommate in College, Accused her of Racism”
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