There’s a pretty scary meta-plot to the Rob Gilchrist story. And that’s, basically, how the rampant misogyny of otherwise-liberal, otherwise-righteous leftwing dudes, led to Gilchrist being able to continue to spy on progressive and environmental groups in New Zealand despite others pointing out his shadiness.
The people pointing it out? Oh, right. Women.
Women like Tove, who got suspicious, and whose privacy was coincidentally breached – that is to say, photos of her just coincidentally ended up on fucking neo-Nazi sites, and just accidentally got mailed to members of the New Zealand Police. (How’s that cultural transformation coming, by the way?)
And when this was pointed out to other activists? Gosh, if it doesn’t read like every single character assassination of every single victimised or abused woman in history. “That’s what he said you’d say.” “He’s a good guy.” “Well actually, he said you were the cop.”
What made Rob Gilchrist – the dude who was spying on you all for ten years – more trustworthy than a young woman activist?
Besides, you know, her pesky gender.
Wait, QoT, you horrible manhating radfem, you cry. You can’t just jump straight to accusations of blatant misogyny and leftwing activism being a total old boys’ club. Not on just one little accusation (by a WOMAN, too!)
Sorry, dudebro lefties, but it’s actually not good enough to blithely accept the word of Important Dudes because they are Important Dudes. You’ve managed to figure this out where traditional economic power structures are involved, but you’re continued to labour (yep, I went there) under the idea that you’re immune from that follower shit. That it’s different when it’s one of the club doing it.
The boys’ club.
And at the end of the day, who’s suffered for this? Who’s been ostracised, victimised, forced to completely uproot her life because you scumfucks wouldn’t believe a young woman over Your Mate?
The woman has. Because it was so fucking easy for you to believe a woman would lie about rape. Because it was so fucking easy for you to spin some little scenario about how she must be the liar, she must have initiated everything. In the face of her fervent activism, it was easier to believe she was a neo-Nazi cop than question Your Mate.
You should all be thanking your fucking stars that Rob Gilchrist didn’t provoke you all into comfy jail terms. And you should be doing a daily fucking penance for letting your sexist jerkoff attitudes prevent you from nailing a spy in your midst sooner.
You should also bear very closely in mind that it was another woman, Rochelle Rees, who finally uncovered his crap. Stellar fucking work there, dudes.
(Also, even if you seriously want to play the who-me-a-misogynist card, apparently none of you douchebags have watched a single police drama in your entire life. You know the number one sign of a dirty snitch, people? It’s being the guy who keeps accusing others of snitching. Every fucking time.)
Rob Gilchrist is probably the greatest living New Zealander. Out of brash patriotism and fervent desire to protect our nation from enemies foreign and domestic, he shouldered the burden of earning $600 a week cash to nark on Greenpeace, animal rights activists, anti-war protesters, unions, and that most terrifying of terrorist cells, the Green Party. Of particular interest to our brave boys in blue was the Grey Lynn festival, a known hangout spot for religious extremists, dangerous criminals, and Satan.
Among the very important information about clear and present threats to New Zealand’s national security provided to the Police by Gilchrist were nude photos of a teenage activist.
What a fucking hero.
His crusade against the forces of evil was tragically ended when he asked his computer-savvy partner to fix his computer, without backing up and deleting years of emails to and from his police handlers, or his porn collection, first.
On being outed as a dishonest scumbag, he protested that honestly, all the people he informed on were “good people trying to make a better world”. Which is probably why a lot of them remember him as the #1 shit-stirrer and dude-who-was-always-shoving-security-officers-and-egging-people-on-to-commit-criminal-acts.
Now, Rob Gilchrist thinks he deserves over half a million dollars to compensate him, including 100k for “factors such as distress and humiliation”.
I won’t say that Rob Gilchrist isn’t really depressed, or that he’s faking mental illness. Hell, if you’re predisposed to depression then I can only imagine living a complete lie for ten years and then being found out as a liar, an agent provocateur, and a fucking sleazebag could easily aggravate that.
What I will say? Is that of everyone involved in this story, Rob Gilchrist is just about the last fucking person who deserves compensation for distress and humiliation.
Rob Gilchrist betrayed people’s trust. He not only betrayed their trust, he actively worked to encourage them to do more extreme actions than they were comfortable with. He took nude photos of unconsenting and unconscious women and sent at least one to his police handlers with a dirty joke attached. He played a significant part in a very dark, disturbing chapter of New Zealand law enforcement, which treated mildly unlawful protest (OMG THEY’RE SITTING DOWN IN OUR LOBBYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! THEY BROKE INTO OUR BARN AND ACCURATELY FILMED THE CONDITIONS INSIIIIIIIIIIIDE!!!) like it was tantamount to car-bombings and political assassination. He threw other people under the bus to hide his tracks.
I’m sure he suffers mental pain after such a catalogue of douchebaggery. But compared to the people he screwed over for $600 a week? Go fuck yourself for once, Rob.