Essays

March 19, 2026

THE PATTERN HAS A NAME

From Cesar Chavez to Jeffrey Epstein to #MeToo: What We Keep Refusing to See

I have been sitting with the Cesar Chavez revelations all week. As a poet, a journalist, and a woman who has spent years studying how dominator culture operates, I needed to write about it. Not just about him. About the system. About all of it. This is what I needed to say.

There is a particular grief that comes when a hero falls. Not the clean grief of loss, but something murkier, more corrosive. Something that asks you to hold two truths at once and find that they do not cancel each other out, only deepen the wound.

Cesar Chavez. The name was once a kind of prayer in certain communities. His face still watches from murals in California, in Arizona, in Texas. Patient, determined, the face of a man who believed that the powerless deserved dignity. And yet, according to a New York Times investigation published March 18, 2026, what was happening behind that face was this: the grooming and sexual abuse of two girls, daughters of organizers who trusted him with their families. The rape of Dolores Huerta, his own co-founder of the United Farm Workers, in a secluded grape field in Delano, California, in 1966.

Huerta is nearly 96 years old. She kept her silence for sixty years. She kept it, she says, because she feared the truth would destroy the movement she had given everything to build. Let us sit with that for a moment. One of the great women of American labor history, raped, silenced by the logic of the very movement she helped create, forced to carry that secret through decades of struggle and witness and hard-won change.

I am not surprised. That is the most important thing I can tell you. I am heartbroken, and I am not surprised. Because this is not a story about one man. This is a story about a system. And the system has a name.

DOMINATION IS NOT A METAPHOR

The scholar Riane Eisler, whose work I return to again and again as a compass, spent her life mapping the deep grammar of human civilization. In The Chalice and the Blade, and across decades of scholarship, she identified two organizing principles at the heart of every society: the dominator model, built on hierarchy, force, and the ranking of human beings; and the partnership model, built on mutual respect, shared power, and the linking rather than the ranking of people.

Dominator culture is not only an economic arrangement or a political one. It is a bodily one. It creates the conditions in which rape flourishes. It cultivates the entitlement of men who have been taught, by culture, by institution, by silence, that power over others is a right they have earned. It enforces the silence of women who understand, with a clarity born of survival, that the system will not protect them. These are not accidents of individual character. They are predictable outputs of a structure.

This is not a metaphor. It is not abstract theory. It is what happened to those two girls in the 1970s. It is what happened to Dolores Huerta in a parked car in a grape field. It is what happened to the hundreds of women and girls who came forward during #MeToo. It is what happened to the survivors of Jeffrey Epstein. According to a February 2026 investigation by journalist Lindsey Blumell published in The Conversation, six Epstein survivors reported that the Department of Justice had not contacted them during its review of the files, even as 3.5 million pages were released to the public. The Department also exposed survivors' personal information in those documents. The system, again, protected itself.

The same root. The same logic. The same silence.

THE ORCHARD, NOT THE APPLE

We have a habit, when these stories break, of reaching for the language of aberration. A bad apple. A monster among men. A tragic fall from grace. This language is comfortable because it contains the damage, quarantines it, and leaves the larger order intact.

But #MeToo did not reveal a collection of bad apples. It revealed an orchard. Harvey Weinstein. Bill Cosby. Larry Nassar. Matt Lauer. Les Moonves. Russell Simmons. Name after name after name across entertainment, media, politics, religion, academia, sports, technology. In nearly every case, surrounding each abuser, there was an ecosystem: assistants who knew, lawyers who protected, colleagues who heard rumors and chose institutional loyalty, organizations that shuffled perpetrators sideways rather than out.

That ecosystem is not accidental. It is the dominator system maintaining itself. It is what Eisler meant when she described hierarchy enforced by the threat of pain: not only physical pain, but the pain of professional ruin, social exile, disbelief. The victims of Epstein knew this. Maria Farmer reported his crimes to the FBI in 1996. The FBI failed to investigate. By 2008, a victims' rights attorney called Epstein potentially the most dangerous sexual predator in U.S. history, before a federal judge. Epstein received a 13-month sentence at a minimum security facility, which he left 12 hours a day. The system did not fail. The system worked precisely as designed: it protected the powerful.

The tools of silencing are not always legal failures. Sometimes they are active instruments. Weinstein hired former intelligence operatives to surveil and intimidate accusers. He used non-disclosure agreements as weapons. His brother, his production company, and high-profile lawyers spent enormous sums to bury what was known. R. Kelly's victims were threatened. Bill Cosby's were disbelieved for decades. The three high-end real estate brokers just convicted of serial rape in New York City had accusers who were persecuted for speaking. Dominator culture does not only fail to protect survivors. It is often actively organized against them.

THE SCOPE OF IT

If there is any remaining doubt that this is systemic and not exceptional, consider the numbers.

Globally, nearly 1 in 3 women, approximately 840 million, have experienced physical or sexual intimate partner violence, or non-partner sexual violence, in their lifetime. That figure comes from a landmark November 2025 report by the World Health Organization and six United Nations partner agencies. It is the most comprehensive study of its kind ever conducted. And here is what makes it most devastating: that number has barely changed since the year 2000. Twenty-five years of awareness, legislation, activism, and #MeToo, and the needle has moved almost imperceptibly, a 0.2 percent annual decline.

Over 370 million girls and women globally have experienced rape or sexual assault as children. In the United States, approximately 1 in 6 women has experienced attempted or completed rape. About 81 percent of American women report experiencing some form of sexual harassment or assault in their lifetime. One in 9 girls in the U.S. experiences sexual abuse or assault before the age of 18. One in three female victims of completed or attempted rape experienced it for the first time between the ages of 11 and 17.

The WHO report notes that these figures are almost certainly undercounts. Sexual violence is among the most under-reported crimes in the world, suppressed by stigma, fear of retaliation, and the reasonable expectation, confirmed by decades of evidence, that the system will not believe you.

To understand why, consider the system women were expected to report to. In some states before 1968, women were not permitted to serve on juries. The police, the courts, the justice system itself were run largely or exclusively by men, many of whom were abusers themselves. Women who reported rape were routinely put on trial for their own sexual history. The legal architecture was designed, whether by intention or indifference, to silence women and protect men. That is not ancient history. That is the world Dolores Huerta inhabited when she made the choice not to speak.

Consider what speaking up could cost. Marine Lance Corporal Maria Lauterbach, age twenty, was killed while waiting to testify that her higher-ranking colleague had raped her. Her body, pregnant, was found in a fire pit in his backyard. For anyone who wonders why survivors stay silent, there is your answer. Silence is not weakness. Silence is often the only rational response to a system built to punish those who speak.

These are not statistics. They are the aggregate weight of individual lives. They are the measure of what dominator culture costs, counted in bodies, in childhoods, in decades of silence.

WHAT HEROES COST US

There is a particular cruelty in the way dominator culture uses the myth of the great man as a shield. The greater a man's public moral authority, the thicker the wall of protection around his private crimes. Chavez fought for the dignity of the dispossessed, and that fight became the very reason Huerta could not speak. "I feared that no one within the union would believe me," she told the Times. She was right to fear it.

This is the double bind that dominator culture constructs for women: your silence protects the movement; your speech destroys it. And so women swallow decades of truth to keep something larger alive. And then we are surprised when the truth surfaces anyway, decades later, when the women are in their nineties and have nothing left to lose.

I think about the girls. The thirteen-year-old, groped in the union president's office. The fifteen-year-old, raped in a motel room in 1975. Daughters of organizers. Children who grew up in a world that asked them to be grateful for the movement their fathers built, even as the man at the movement's center was taking something from them that no movement can restore.

We can honor the farmworkers' struggle. We must. And we must also honor those girls, now women in their sixties, who were failed by the man their families trusted. Both things are true. That is not moral complexity. That is moral clarity.

THE RADIO SILENCE

When I share Eisler's framework with people, the dominator model, the partnership alternative, the deep cultural roots of violence, I often encounter what I can only call radio silence. Not disagreement. Not engagement. Silence.

I have come to understand that silence as a form of self-protection. Because if you truly take the dominator/partnership framework seriously, it does not allow you to simply condemn the obvious villains and move on. It asks you to look at every institution you belong to, every hierarchy you benefit from, every moment you chose silence over witness. That is uncomfortable territory. People stay silent for many reasons: fear of retaliation, institutional dependence, genuine uncertainty about what they witnessed. I do not flatten all of that into a single motive. But I do insist that the cumulative effect of that silence, whatever its individual sources, is the protection of the pattern. It is easier to treat each revelation as a discrete scandal, to be shocked, to demand accountability for this particular man, and then to wait for the next one.

But the next one always comes. Because we have not named the system. We have only named the men.

BEARING WITNESS

Virginia Giuffre, one of Epstein's survivors and one of the women who fought longest and loudest for accountability, died in 2025. Her memoir was published after her death. In it she wrote: "I know this is a lot to take in. The violence. The neglect. The bad decisions. The self-harm. Imagine if a trauma reel like this played in your head all the time, as it does mine... but please don't stop reading."

Please don't stop reading. Please don't look away. That is the ask: from Giuffre, from Huerta at 95, from the girls who were 13 and 15 in the 1970s and have waited decades for anyone to believe them.

As a poet, I believe in the power of naming. There is something older than law in the act of bearing witness, of standing before what is true and refusing to flinch. The pattern we are looking at across these stories, Chavez, Epstein, the hundreds of names #MeToo surfaced, is not mysterious. It is dominator culture doing what dominator culture does: using force and silence to protect those at the top of the hierarchy, at whatever cost to those below.

Eisler has spent her life articulating the alternative: a partnership culture where power flows not downward but outward, where the measure of a society is how it treats its most vulnerable, where the bodies of women and children are not territory to be claimed by those with authority over them. That culture is not a fantasy. It is a direction. A choice made repeatedly, in institutions and in households and in the moments when we decide whether to speak or be silent.

And it is a direction we have, in fact, moved. #MeToo was not a single moment but the crest of years of feminist work that changed what the public understood and what institutions could ignore. Prior to 2017, only three states had passed anti-harassment reforms. In the years that followed, 70 workplace anti-harassment laws passed across 40 U.S. states, with 3,000 pieces of related legislation introduced. In 2021, a federal law ended the forced arbitration of sexual assault and harassment claims, giving survivors the right to go to court. These are real changes. They are insufficient. And they are proof that naming the system works.

Dolores Huerta has finally spoken. The girls from the 1970s have finally spoken. Giuffre spent her short life speaking.

The least we can do, the very least, is listen. And then refuse the silence that has protected this pattern for far too long.

(This essay draws on a New York Times investigation published March 18, 2026; Dolores Huerta's own public statement released the same week; a February 2026 investigation by journalist Lindsey Blumell published in The Conversation; and data from the World Health Organization, UN Women, RAINN, and the National Sexual Violence Resource Center.)

WHAT WE TENDED

I was told the room was safe.
I believe that.
I do not believe that.

Someone's daughter is still happening
like a bruise that has not stopped forming.

We watered what we loved.
We were already inside what it became.

Continuity is not innocence.
It is what systems require
to keep moving.

There is a version of me
that calls it harm
and a version that calls it structure.
They do not reconcile.
They do not need to.

What she built was real.
What was done to her was real.
No seam holds them together cleanly.

I wanted heroes.
I did not want heroes.
One of these thoughts arrives
after the damage is already distributed.

We say: we knew.
We say: we did not know.
Both are held in the same weather
without agreeing on the season.

The vines are not metaphor.
The vines are not not metaphor.

I am present.
I am not present.

— Jean Kiernan Detjen

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