(First published in the Manawatu Standard and on Stuff.co.nz, May 13.)
In February this year, a Wellington man named Lewis Scott
was convicted of rape and unlawful sexual connection.
It was the second time he had been found guilty of the same
offences. After the first trial, in 2017, his convictions were overturned and a
new trial was ordered. He was sentenced last month to six years in jail.
The victim alleged the rape happened after she went to Scott’s home in
2007 for what she thought was going to be a business meeting. The court heard
that the offence involved considerable force.
Note the year: 2007. She didn’t lay a complaint at the time
because she felt ashamed and embarrassed. It wasn’t until 2014, when she read
that Scott had been convicted of raping another woman, that she summoned the
courage to go to the police.
That’s right: Scott had previous form. His other victim had
been raped in a room at the back of his shop.
I remember that shop and I remember Scott, although I never
met him. Lots of people knew about him because from the time he arrived in
Wellington in the mid-1970s, he was something of a media darling.
An African-American and a Vietnam War veteran, he cut a
flamboyant, exotic figure in grey, Muldoon-era Wellington. He wrote poetry and wore
colourful kaftans. His shop, Kwanzaa, sold goods from African countries and
became a gathering place for Wellington’s African community. In 2009 Scott
organised a big party to celebrate President Barack Obama’s inauguration.
The media loved him. As recently as 2013, Scott was the
subject of an admiring - you might almost say fawning - interview on Radio New Zealand.
It was perhaps small wonder that he was welcomed in
Wellington’s arty, left-leaning circles. He would have been seen as a refugee
from heartless capitalism.
Not only had he personally experienced the racism of the
Deep South, where he grew up, but his social cachet would have been reinforced by the fact that
young black men like him had been used as cannon fodder in an unpopular war. In
the eyes of those who became his friends, he would have been almost as much a
victim as the Vietnamese themselves.
But Scott was not the person he seemed. We now know he was a
secret rapist. He would hardly have been the first charismatic male to take
advantage of women – possibly impressionable women – who came within his orbit.
Were there other victims too ashamed and embarrassed to accuse him publicly? It
can’t be ruled out.
I wonder, too, what Scott’s old friends make of him now. Do
they reproach themselves for not seeing through him? Or do they excuse his
behaviour by blaming it on a dehumanising upbringing in a harsh, racist society?
It wouldn’t surprise me if that were the case, because
history is littered with manipulative men who take advantage of gullible
hangers-on. In fact I was reminded of Scott while reading last week about the
recent death of Ira Einhorn.
Einhorn was a hippie activist and leading light in the American counter-culture
movement of the 1960s and 70s. He campaigned against the Vietnam War and later
jetted around the world commanding enormous fees as a speaker on environmental
issues.
He was friendly with other key counter-culture figures,
including the poet Allen Ginsberg and the radical activists Jerry Rubin and
Abbie Hoffman. But Einhorn was also a murderer who killed his girlfriend and
stuffed her body into a trunk in his apartment after she tried to leave him
because she was fed up with his infidelities and controlling ways. Other former
girlfriends later testified that he turned violent when they ended their
relationships with him.
Einhorn, in other words, was a deeply unpleasant human being
and a gold-plated hypocrite. Like many frauds and phoneys who preach a gospel
of liberation, he was a supreme egotist and an exploiter. He managed to elude
justice for more than two decades, living in Ireland and France and surrounding
himself with admiring acolytes who helped him to stay out of reach of the law.
Sadly, there has never been a shortage of people prepared to
be conned by such charlatans, and willing to make excuses for them. As an
obituary in The Times noted, the help
Einhorn received from influential friends highlighted the moral confusions of
the hippie era.
Obviously there’s a vast difference between Ira Einhorn and
Lewis Scott. For a start, the latter is not a killer.
But the two cases appear to have certain factors in common.
Both show how easily people with guile, audacity and a conscience deficit can
deceive those whose shiny-eyed idealism gets in the way of their ability to see
beyond the charismatic façade to the person beneath.
One thing can be said with certainty. There will be more Ira
Einhorns and Lewis Scotts, and there will be many more victims.
2 comments:
Two rape convictions and a sentence of 6 years for the 2nd offense? I hope the prosecution is appealing. In many other jurisdictions he’d get a much bigger sentence. Life in his homeland.
He is a practised predator. In between the two victims I also encountered his ruse. You want to talk about poetry so he invites you into the back room of his shop. Alternatively he most innocently it would appear, gets you into his home. Going to someone’s home, even on the premise to consume food and discuss poetry consents to nothing other than to consume food and discuss poetry. What happened to me? I sat at the same table victim number one did. I managed to get out of this situation, basically by acting. I didn’t know someone before me had sat at that table and had then become his victim. Green beans, chicken, champagne, white tablecloth, gross spoken word poem (recorded) of himself peering at a woman through a keyhole. The victims went through hell. Like I said I didn’t know he was a rapist at the time. I was very disturbed about my visit to his home and subtly said to only a couple of people in poetry circles that something wasn’t right about him.
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