Recently, I was writing a paper on violence against women and Women’s Rights and again was hit with the staggering statistics on violence against women worldwide. In all of the world, 35% or approximately 1 in 4 women are brutally beaten, psychologically demeaned, sexually assaulted or verbally abused by an intimate partner. In some parts of the world these statistics rise to a heart-wrenching 70% of women. Over 120 million girls are raped, sexually violated and molested. Get this, 200 million girls have undergone female genital mutilation (FGM) (UN Women, 2016). FGM has significant long-term consequences on a woman’s health. FGM makes it difficult to have intercourse, to bear and birth children and to urinate without excruciating physical pain. The psychological pain in all of these instances of violence is immeasurable. Studies are scant and have yet to gather the psychological consequences, but one can imagine that the emotional suffering one bears runs incredibly deep.
Here’s why: violence against women in any form (physical, sexual, spiritual, emotional and psychological) has perpetuated the ideological view that a woman’s body, personhood and mind are not her own. The terms have been determined and set for her. Her personhood can be violated and used at any point because her body is not her own— she is property of someone else (i.e. family, culture, community, husband, boyfriend, father). And because she psychologically and physically belongs to someone else she can be bought, sold, rejected, suppressed and oppressed and it is all justified under this socially accepted ideology (that exists in nearly all parts of the world).
I talk about all of these issues a decent amount and it always surprises me when people say, “oh no that doesn’t happen…” or “well maybe that happens but only in developing parts of the world” blah blah blah.
I implore you to explore what the denial is about, because this ideology exists in nearly all parts of the world. This ideology is thriving here in the U.S. Sure, the U.S. doesn’t practice FGM, but we have our own forms of female subjugation practices that promote the ideology of external ownership of a woman’s body and mind.
In the United States 1 in 4 or between 25% to 33% of women are sexually assaulted at some point in their lifetime.
In the 21st century with 30+ years of the women’s movement researching and educating society on the harm of rape culture we still have more than a quarter of our female population sexually violated and dismissed. (Rape culture- is the cultural norms and behaviors that reinforce the notion that it is okay for a male to rape a woman because she must have done something to bring it on herself. Male’s violent or sexual aggressive behavior is viewed as a normative aspect of being male. These behaviors are not viewed as criminal or even wrong because the behavior is to be expected among men. As is demonstrated in the old adage: “boys will be boys”).
This socialized reality and the consistent threat in the air send a message to women that their bodies can be taken and violated at any point and that her voice does not matter- not before, not during and certainly, not after.
Social media has been blowing up (as it should) about the Stanford swimmer who was given a 6-month jail sentence for raping a woman while she was unconscious. There is so much wrong about this. The man was found guilty for THREE counts of sexual assault. His punishment was to be up to 14 years in prison, but the judge felt that this was too harsh and would be too damaging to him… So he was given 6 months in county jail.
Where is the justice for the damage that was done to her? Where is the concern about her damage?
The thing is I can’t stop hearing the pain in her voice when she shares the suffering with her perpetrator’s complete disregard for her.
I can’t stop hearing her pain when she describes how her lack of consent was scrutinized and called into question.
I can’t stop hearing her pain when she talks about the year of life lost.
I can’t stop hearing her pain when she shares how she was the one put on trial.
I can’t stop hearing her pain when she says:
Never mentioned me voicing consent, never mentioned us even speaking, a back rub. One more time, in public news, I learned that my ass and vagina were completely exposed outside, my breasts had been groped, fingers had been jabbed inside me along with pine needles and debris, my bare skin and head had been rubbing against the ground behind a dumpster, while an erect freshman was humping my half naked, unconscious body. But I don’t remember, so how do I prove I didn’t like it.
I can’t stop hearing her pain when she describes:
I was not only told that I was assaulted, I was told that because I couldn’t remember, I technically could not prove it was unwanted. And that distorted me, damaged me, almost broke me. It is the saddest type of confusion to be told I was assaulted and nearly raped, blatantly out in the open, but we don’t know if it counts as assault yet. I had to fight for an entire year to make it clear that there was something wrong with this situation.
I can’t stop hearing her pain when she shares how someone outside her, her perpetrator, places meaning and value of the events that happened to her:
To sit under oath and inform all of us, that yes I wanted it, yes I permitted it, and that you are the true victim attacked by Swedes for reasons unknown to you is appalling, is demented, is selfish, is damaging. It is enough to be suffering. It is another thing to have someone ruthlessly working to diminish the gravity of validity of this suffering.
Her entire letter is here.
The outcome of this hearing is a loss for all us women. It is an invalidation of our worth. It reinforces what women have been saying for so long that economically, socially, legally and intellectually we are less than in this system.
Our society has a form of sexism that systematically vilifies, diminishes and deconstructs the female experience. This brand of sexism is reinforced in every institution of society. We can’t even rest assured that criminal acts against our bodies will be dealt with justly. We can’t be confident in knowing that our voices will be heard and believed.
The battle is for our bodies. Society wants to hold our bodies for it’s own. Society wants the commodity of our bodies to use for their benefit and gain.
The battle is for our bodies.
The survivor in this case took back the narrative… She changed the societal narrative that her body was not her own– when she courageously spoke to just how wrong and despicable it is for her perpetrator to invalidate her experience. She spoke to the seriously wrong actions of him defiling her body and then diminishing his sins against her.
And it is unfair that she bears the burden of having to take back the narrative… It is unfair and she is a courageous example of what it looks like to take back the narrative.
I stand with her.
Changing the narrative:
When I was a small girl I was sexually abused by someone I trusted. When I finally was able to tell my family, they didn’t know what to believe so it was business as usual. My abuser continued to be invited to family events and get togethers.
I began to think maybe I couldn’t trust myself… I couldn’t trust my memory or the way my body felt when the memory would invade my thoughts. If no one else believed me and it was expected to continue as though nothing had happened maybe there was something wrong with me.
Then five years after I had shared my experience my abuser came forward and confessed what he had done. This didn’t change the situation much with the exception of: 1) my brain was finally validated and now I knew that what I remembered was true and 2) there was pressure to “forgive” my abuser.
The narrative I internalized was:
- My body is not my own. (In exchange for just the slightest bit of attention my body was his to control, touch and explore. My body was for his pleasure and so my body must not be my own)
- My body betrayed me. (As an 8 year old I couldn’t physically defend or protect myself. Furthermore, I didn’t understand what was taking place– so maybe it was my body’s fault)
- My voice is not my own. (People outside of me created a narrative that fit what they could handle and be comfortable with)
- The terms and boundaries were not my own. (The pressure to forgive seemed more important than my need to protect myself and process my feelings. I didn’t even get to choose the path of reconciliation. To not forgive was to be unkind and unChristian. My abuser could and would corner me at family events to explain his actions… to try to get me to understand his situation… This seemed normal to everyone around me. I wasn’t even afforded the right to dictate when and if I wanted to speak with him)
After embarking on a great deal of healing work I was able to take back the narrative. In a way every day is an exercise of taking back the narrative that my body is not my own.
Taking back the narrative invited me to recognize that I inhabit a body of dignity. Even when I’m not feeling great in my body or particularly self-loving toward my body I believe that I, just as everyone else, is born free and equal with dignity and rights (Universal Declaration of Human Rights, 1948).
My dignity affords me the freedom to:
- Choose who I am with
- Set the terms and conditions for how I need and want to be treated
- To be unapologetic in my voice– to speak my truth
I’m not sure when a change will happen in society. It needs to happen in our society. I am tired of the battle, but I am committed to it, too. I am committed to using my voice for myself, my daughter and my sisters from all over the world. I am committed because I believe that we all inhabit glorious bodies of dignity.
I am committed because there is just too much at stake.