Dear Concerned Grandparent:

I am so sorry to hear that your granddaughter has dropped out of school less than halfway through her course of study in English Literature at a public university supported by your tax dollars. I am especially sorry to hear that she has contracted herpes and that, just before Christmas, she spoke of ending her life.

Your granddaughter is like a lot of decent Christian girls who go to college with a solid Christian upbringing. But, then, after being exposed to the influence of radical feminism on campus they begin to “fall away.” In the case of Hannah it was certainly no accident. It was a result of the persistent intentional conduct of the administration.

Let me elaborate on the common theme behind all of the following incidents you described to me:

-         Your granddaughter was told by her dormitory resident assistant to question the sexual moral code her parents used to “restrict her sexual freedom.”

-         She was given condoms by an administrator on the way to her class in the psychology building where she saw signs saying “You’re never too drunk to put on a condom” and “Feeling spunky? Better wrap up his monkey.”

-         She saw assistants from the women’s center putting condoms on a vibrator just in front of the school cafeteria.

-         She was compelled to attend The Vagina Monologues by her English professor.

-         She was told by her Sociology professor that marriage is an oppressive institution imposed upon women by a sexist patriarchy – all for the benefit of men.

In other words, she was told to sleep around (even when drunk), to supplement masturbation with “safe sex,” and, finally, to be proud of her vagina throughout a lifetime of having endless sex partners outside the parameters of marriage.

All of this was supposed to make her happy but, of course, all of it was a lie. That is because the common theme in everything she hears from feminists is that true happiness could only be achieved by focusing on her sexuality and her sex organs.

I was so upset by the story of Hannah that I spent an entire afternoon calling Women’s Resource Centers (WRCs) across America to see whether any of them were