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      July 15, 2019Machine LearningJenny Qi

      Woman is a machine
      of suffering.
      —Pablo Picasso

      After considering the statements received from both parties,
      the Panel found [Man’s] version of the events
      to be more credible than that of [Woman].
      He has consistently denied any guilt or wrongdoing
      because he believes he has done nothing wrong,
      and belief in privilege grants privilege absolutely.
      Privilege is $34 million in payouts, career sabotage
      by espionage, systemic fear—a presidential sum.
       
      *
       
      I told my father that the president
      assaulted twenty women.
      He said he’s never heard that (because of course
      the Chinese news stations wouldn’t report it),
      but the women are probably lying
      because the president is rich and powerful,
      and women will do anything for a bit of money.
       
      **
       
      The Panel believes based upon [Man’s] account
      that [Man] had clear non-verbal consent,
      that [Woman] indicated non-verbal consent.
      The Panel believes the man’s account
      of the woman’s actions, having learned
      over centuries that Woman is capricious,
      hysterical, seductive, shrewd, curious
      like a black cat, guilty of original sin
      and every sin, Pandora, Eve, witch
      who dragged guileless Man
      out of the warmth of womb
      into a world of pain, built
      a machine of suffering.
       
      *
       
      I splutter like a dying engine,
      my broken Chinese fuming
      from the pipes, insufficient
      to express my outrage.
       
      **
       
      The Panel is a machine
      that has been programmed
      to believe the man’s story,
      to believe in the man.
      The algorithm tells it that Man has a future
      whose brightness must be protected
      from the wiles of Woman,
      whom the Panel found to be well-spoken
      and verbally skilled. Therefore, she could
      have said no. Therefore, she would
      have said no. There she goes again,
      being outspoken, disobedient,
      unfeminine. There she goes again,
      trying to drag a good man down.
       
      *
       
      In Chinese, all I manage is how can you say that
      when you have a daughter. How can you
      have a daughter and still respect women so little.
      I hate when men say they condemn
      sexual violence as a father of daughters,
      but how can you condone
      sexual violence as a father of daughters.
      Probability: If you have four daughters,
      one daughter will be raped.
       
      **
       
      The Panel questioned her behavior
      after the alleged assault. She continued
      to exchange and initiate texts,
      invite him to her apartment,
      snuggle in bed together.
      She continued to love this man
      whom she had loved and trusted,
      who was now a part of her life,
      who had assaulted her.
      She thought maybe she was wrong,
      maybe she was overreacting,
      maybe if she acted normal
      she wouldn’t lose everything.
       
      *
       
      Later, sleepless with fury, I imagine
      another conversation in which I ask my father,
      Did you know that a man assaulted Mom
      before she met you? That she loved him?
      That she married you to escape
      the shame of her violation.
       
      **
       
      The Panel believes
      that [Woman’s] verbal expressions
      could be considered moaning by [Man],
      indicative of non-verbal consent.
      A woman’s protests are no match
      for a man’s insistence, a man’s influence,
      a man’s brute strength. Think of Lupita,
      who offered a massage so she could keep
      standing, said nothing after, knowing that, too,
      would be considered non-verbal consent.
       
      *
       
      I don’t tell my father I panic on the bus
      when I realize I forgot my pepper spray;
      I named her Hotrod; a man followed me
      down a desolate street, and I escaped
      into a bar, hid behind a stranger
      until I saw him leave; another man
      approached me at a bus stop insisting
      I was a runaway, offered a mattress and weed,
      wouldn’t leave until I lied I had a boyfriend—
      he said I don’t believe you, but I’ll go
      out of respect for him.
       

      from #63 - Spring 2019

      Jenny Qi

      “I wrote ‘Machine Learning’ in response to artist Catalina Ouyang’s invitation to create a ‘poetic translation’ of the final section of the Title IX report generated by her university’s disciplinary panel, which found her ex-partner ‘not responsible’ for raping her. When I read the report, I couldn’t help but note the reuse and refinement of victim-blaming language and see parallels between human/cultural learning and computer/machine learning. That association was learned, too, from my training as a scientist and years of living in tech-dominated San Francisco. Catalina’s request also happened to roughly coincide with the rise of the #MeToo movement and a renewed collective awareness and rage. As a woman in this world, I live always in that space between awareness and rage.”