“Women as property” is as old as time.
Of course, I don’t speak for all women. Just this one. I thought I’d found my voice years ago. As it turns out, I’m still finding it.
This reel appeared in my feed a few days ago, and it struck me as the most powerful piece of performance art I have ever seen.
I’m guessing it may not resonate with all women. I don’t know. For me, it screams and weeps at me—it grabs me by the heart-throat. Partially because I’m a woman living on this patriarchal planet; partially because I’ve been on the receiving end of pedophilia.
I saw this clip on Saturday, coincidentally, after viewing some of the new dumpage of the E files—dumpage that is beyond horrifying on so many levels, including the fact that survivors’ privacy was compromised and most likely intentionally exploited. The abuse continues.
I’m without words about the vile content involving children. A turned stomach is the appropriate response.
Don’t look away. Please don’t protect the suits.
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DRVc0xPCPLf/?igsh=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==