By Jenna Orkin
   Meanwhile up north, FTW was
            wandering in the wilderness.
            
            Mike's account of the unraveling of the
              company may be found in By
                    the Light of a Burning Bridge.  A key figure is an unnamed "female
                    employee."  In the article, he presents a
                    scenario in which he played along with her sexual
                    provocations in order to make her "show her hand." 
                    We won't stoop to any glib jokes about what else he
                    might have wanted her to show.  He claimed to have
                    been secretly taping her all the while.  Later, he
                    would say that the tape was destroyed in the
                    burglary.
                       When he got to New York and talked about the case,
                    he told me that there had, in fact, been no tape.  I
                    don't know if he also revealed this to other
                    people.  If the case was still on his mind, he might
                    have, because he needed, as we all do, to be free,
                    natural and honest with the people close to him.   
                    
  
                    The "missing tape" meme, he believed, would help him
                    win the lawsuit for sexual harassment which the female employee
                    brought against him.  Why this case meant so much is
                    a matter for conjecture which is an otious waste of
                    time.  For the case was marred from the get-go by
her own "unclean hands" as legal lingo has
                    it.  She was no pure, young thing who was
                    traumatized by Mike's antics, however
                    "inappropriate" for an office setting.  If this was
                    not, technically, an example of entrapment - since
                    Mike was so easily drawn in - it certainly was
                    entrapment in some more ideal forum in a more just
                    world.
  
                    She did show him porn sites, as he was quick to tell
                    me in his phone-call afterwards.  He responded with
                    the enthusiasm of the protagonist in The Devil and
                    Daniel Webster.  He did appear in the doorway of her
                    office in his underwear.  When he showed me and his
                    lawyer, Ray Kohlman, his stance - in profile - and
                    added, "No erection," we decided it would be best to
                    leave out that detail, if possible.    
  
                    All this was more recklessness, to the point of
                    self-destructiveness, on his part, given the context
                    of a boss/employee relationship.  But the female employee,
                    whether honeypot or not, gave him good reason to
                    believe she wouldn't mind. 
  
                    In my experience, Mike respected lack of interest on
                    the part of a woman.  (Of course, I wasn't
                    twenty-five.) Once or twice when I was at the
                    computer and he was getting undressed for a shower,
                    he appeared in the doorway naked, with his fists
                    clenched at his sides like a wrestler striking a
                    tough pose.  This was during a period when he was
recovering from his depression.  Probably
                    he'd been looking at himself in the mirror and
                    thinking, "Not bad!"  His naked posturing wasn't an
                    invitation; psychologically at least, it revealed
                    nothing beyond the wish to be admired.
   
                    I believe that after Mike got his inheritance from
                    his father, approximately $200,000, and paid the FTW
                    staff and everyone else whom he or FTW owed, (as
                    well as sending $1000 to an activist in need,
                    remarking, "It felt so good to do that,") he spent
                    $35,000 fighting the sexual harassment lawsuit.  It
                    was a matter of honor which is odd, because the sort
                    of behavior he'd been accused of was the sort he
                    continued to engage in without guilt, since it was
                    not uncommon for men of his generation and
                    upbringing.  Though there's
                        no question that he went too far in his response
                        to the female employee's overtures, it's absurd to think his
                        honor is affected by this case; it's a farce. 
                              
   This account will probably offend some people who are of
              the, "Don't speak ill of the dead, and particularly, of
              Mike," school of thought.  While it's true that historians
              bear a special burden because history is written by the
              winners, or at least, the survivors, in Mike's case, it's
              especially important to tell the whole truth, to the
              extent that one knows it.  
              
              First of all, if we don't do it, the enemy will.  To relay
              this story in context, as is the intent here, can serve as
              an inoculation against the sort of outlandish accusations
              which have been leveled against Mike in the past.
              
              This is a flesh and blood, warts-and-all portrait written
              in the belief that in the end, Mike and his transcendent 
              work and critically important ideas will prevail.
              
              He lost the lawsuit and everyone finally forgot about it.
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1 comment:
I very much appreciate your day by day account, Jenna. I greatly admired MCR but hadn't known a lot of his most interesting life.
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