Check out Unceded Voices, Anti-colonial Street Artist Convergence. I really love watching and listening to the artists in their documentary series. ++Broken Boxes Podcast
A short piece on two Indigenous scientists, Karlie Noon and Hindou Oumarou Ibrahim, affirming their respective ancestral knowledges through their scientific research.
*** Divest from Wells Fargo – it is happening!
By LT, your curator (top photo, me about age 19) (Yes, that is a Vega, my first car)
Hollywood-weird again? Not exactly. Across the world now, people are talking about #MeToo. Not in whispers anymore. I cannot begin to tell you how many women have shared a story with me, including my adoptive mom Edie. She was harassed in her workplace so many times, I lost count and never knew what to say. I was a young kid. I had no words of advice. Men were hitting on her. Not all were drunk. One guy pushed her up against a desk on the night shift. When I was in college, she was stalked by someone who followed her home in his car. Edie drove to the neighbor’s house instead. She told me she reported it to police.
Things were bad at home for me, and it had been building for a very long time. I was molested by my adoptive father and when Edie eventually found out, everything shifted and I felt blamed. Nothing happened to Sev, my adoptive father. But he left me alone. I didn’t call the police, I didn’t call the priest. I knew no one would listen. I moved into the university dorm when I was 17, maybe 20 minutes from their house. I feel like my life started when I left and it would never happen to me again.
I was wrong.
When I was 20, I took a job at a clothing store in a Duluth, Minnesota mall. Graduating from university in February and not June, I needed money and took a retail job – and since the women’s department manager was leaving, I got her job. I’d never experienced workplace sexual harassment. (I’d already experienced sexual abuse and harassment in other ways. One college professor (much older than me) took photos of me at his house for my acting portfolio and when he tried to kiss me and groped me, I ran out. His wife was upstairs. That made me afraid too. ) When it happened to me at work or school, I had no one to tell. (No I was not close to my a-mom, and I didn’t share bad news. I had a boyfriend at the time and he withheld all his infidelities so I could not trust him.) There was no official to call and report this general manager… he was twice my age, married with two kids and yet he verbally harassed me about having sex with him; it got to the point I had to leave. I could not work in a state of constant terror. This was the same guy who would not give me the night off to attend my college graduation ceremony. (Yup, I did graduate but it still doesn’t feel like I did.)
We ALL have stories. I have way too many to share.
Who did you tell?
READ THIS: Perpetrators have started apologizing, and Laurie Penny thinks about un/forgiveness and how to cope with the consequences of assault. Men, get ready to be uncomfortable for a while. While forgiveness may come one day, it won’t be soon. We have built entire lives, families, and communities around the absence of this conversation.
This is what happens when women actively place their own needs first. The whole damn world freaks out. I don’t blame you for freaking out right now. I’m freaking out. I didn’t expect this to happen so fast. We didn’t want to have to make an example of anyone. We tried to ask nicely for our humanity and dignity. We tried to put it gently. Nobody gave a shit. READ MORE at The Unforgiving Minute