It's SO not about
Jian. It's about all of us working towards a society where it's *not
this hard* to be believed; to give testimony in court; to move on; to
feel safe; to see a level of justice that's commensurate with the
violation you've experienced. And, it's about making it *not this
normal* for women to live and work in environments where sexual
harassment and violence is tolerated, enabled, and/or promoted.
~ Pemma Muzumdar
* 1 in 4 North
American women will be sexually assaulted during their lifetime
* Of every 100
incidents of sexual assault, only 6 are reported to the police
* I found different numbers published on different sites for statistics on sexual assault.
The truth is, because these crimes are
less likely to be reported, statistics are never fully representational...
When I started
thinking about this post I wanted to include an apology or disclaimer
about how, in exploring my contents and writing about
how the Jian Ghomeshi scandel has infiltrated and challenged
my own thoughts, I didn't want to take away from the direct key
players and turn this situation into something that's all about me.
Because I do realize that directly speaking, it's not about me
But then a friend
posted a link
on Facebook to a story about how difficult it can be for women too
report sexual assault/violence. She commented on this link with the
above quote, saying: It's SO not about Jian... and I realized,
she's right!
It's SO not about
Jian.
It's not even (just)
about the women involved in this particular story.
It's about all of
us.
Last week I read a
blog entitled Do you know about Jian? – which talked about entire social
communities that knew on some level about Jian. Saw the
discomfort of women he approached; joked about the pick-up lines he
used; heard whispers about how he treated women; passed along the
question and knowing nods.
As I read I couldn't
help but think: Why didn't anyone say something?
Part-way
through the writer responded to that question, and I felt a little
chastised. Because she is unfortunately right to counter-ask:
Would
you?
I realized I
haven't.
Not that I have had
an abundance of overt need or opportunity to. Perhaps I am fortunate
in that regard. Or unaware of the people around me that are not
saying something. Naive even, since the statistics suggest that
harassment and abuse of any kind is much more prevalent than we like
to think.
But I have worked in
an industry that is somewhat known for the flirty banter, sexual
innuendos, dirty jokes, and (border-line harassment) teasing. I've
engaged in much of this at one point or another, either with my own
words or by laughing at co-workers' comments. And while I would argue
that it is important to consider the setting and audience, and that
it is possible to be too sensitive about such interactions...
I also have to pause and wonder if some of those interactions made
someone uncomfortable? If a setting or audience was judged
incorrectly? If boundaries were pushed and lines crossed? If someone
felt unsafe to talk, and instead forced a laugh so as not to be
laughed at?
Just because this
industry is known for such interactions does not make it right
or ok. And I know that there is a risk for line-crossing,
because I have danced along that line both willingly and not so
willingly.
Yet I have rarely
said something.
The frustration and
chastised feelings from reading that article shifted in me then,
towards challenge and inspiration – to say something. To speak up
for those who are not yet able to. To be an ally by sending a message
of support; by helping to create safer spaces to say something. In a
different work environment, I do.
Yet in some moments
I still struggle. Because I enjoy the flirty banter, sexual
innuendos, and dirty jokes. Some days those interactions among
co-workers are what make that job tolerable and enjoyable. I don't
want them to stop.
Nor do I want to
contribute to feelings of discomfort or harassment.
I realize the flirty
banter of consenting parties can be a far cry from sexual harassment
or violence. And I know there is a line somewhere in the space
between the two that has been crossed far too many times. But how do
we truly know where to draw that line when it may well be in a
different place for everyone?
Is the issue
consent, as some have argued?
Is the issue victim
blaming, as others have defended?
Is the issue
ensuring we as allies, victims, potential victims, and everyone
standing on the side-lines begin/continue to have these conversations
– to raise awareness; to create safer spaces; to stand up and say
This is Not ok! – so that in the midst of drawing and dancing along
the line more people feel comfortable and safe to say something?
Without the fear of victim blaming. With peace of mind that consent –
or lack thereof – will be respected.
I want those
feelings of challenge and inspiration to grow within me. I want to
pay more attention to the setting and audience when I engage in
flirty banter and innuendos. I want to be aware of and clear about my
boundaries, particularly when dancing on the line; to speak up when I
fear they may be crossed or, perhaps more importantly, when I sense
someone else's discomfort.
I want to be part of
these conversations because once I/you/we start to say something it
will hopefully eventually become less risky to do so. We need to pay
attention to the uncomfortable silences. We need to listen. We need
to watch for the interactions and pick up on the cues that something
just isn't right. And then we need to say something. And we need to
do it together.
Because this is SO
not about Jian. It's not even (just) about the women involved in this
particular story. It's about all of us.