Ten years after Andrea Dworkin’s death, her sheer courage and hatred for men who hate women continue to inspire.
I first became friends with Andrea Dworkin in 1996. We both attended a week-long international conference in Brighton on violence against women, where Andrea was one of the keynote speakers. I had seen her speak before at feminist events, but we had never exchanged a word. The crowds that surrounded her after any public event would have put all but the shamelessly sycophantic off approaching her.
