I don’t normally get involved in overt activism. I have my beliefs and those around me know what they are. But I am seeing trends in the world that cause me to pause and question things about myself and my personal safety and I AM DONE.
This morning I read a post on one of my facebook groups dedicated to women travelling alone. A brave soul told her story of harassment sitting in a coffee shop in Toronto. All because she was a woman, alone. In a public place. In a Tim Hortons for crying out loud! The friendliest, most Canadian place you can think of.
A young, clean cut, white male approached her out of nowhere and made to kiss her. When she stepped back as he was in her personal space (completely reasonable for any human to do in that situation), he got verbally abusive and she felt very threatened.
The part that got me though, was when she joined another group of women so she wouldn’t be alone. They comforted her in solidarity. Because that’s a thing! We’ve all experienced it in one way or another.
My boss used a recent situation she encountered as a ‘safety moment’ before a meeting. She was walking to work in the daylight a few weeks ago and was in the path of some scary looking dude on the street. She looked around her and saw a ‘normal, business like guy’ walking nearby and adjusted her pace so it looked like they were together. He moved to her other side to shield her as they passed the threat, knowing exactly what she needed. He asked ‘you alright now?’, she said ‘yes, thank you’, and both went about their day.
It’s akin to being at a bar with friends. All single girls know that if you are being harassed, you find the biggest looking guy and pretend he’s your boyfriend to avoid the confrontation with the harasser.
I am not a man hater. There are good people among us that fill the roles in these situations and I am grateful. I am also pissed that we still need them to do so.
We have normalized harassment in our society. Granted, in 2018 Canada, women have come a loooooong way toward equality and there are so many other places that have it much worse. I am acutely aware of this as an avid solo traveller. The goal of every trip, every day, really, is to ‘stay sexy & don’t get murdered’.
I was having a conversation with a co-worker friend the other day and we talked about how it’s such an interesting time to raise children. She has a daughter and I have 2 sons. In one generation, the look and feel of the world has changed dramatically. The oppression of humans based on race, religion, sexual orientation and gender is something that our children are learning about in history vs in current events. The fact that they are outraged these things have ever happened gives me hope that things will only get better.
When you think one person can’t make a difference in the world – look inside. As parents, we have the opportunity to raise boys and girls who don’t know the boundaries that we once did. That our mothers and grandmothers did. That is the beauty of evolution. You can’t move on from a lesson until you’ve learned it. Our children have a voice and when they can clearly see right from wrong and stand up for their values, we have won. I have the amazing opportunity to be the single mom of boys, to help shape how they see the world. To raise feminists in a world that may no longer need them to be feminists someday, because its a concept that feels outdated and unnecessary in our future.
There are thousands of examples of wrong every single day. Yesterday, my very favourite chair in the world – my happy place – was stolen from my front deck. I was annoyed that someone would take it, of course. I posted pictures of it on social media and filed a police report in the hopes someone would find it an it would be returned to me. I talked to my children about how people make bad decisions. We had a life lesson moment. I told them if they ever decided they needed to take something that didn’t belong to them, they needed to remember what they feel like today when someone else did that to them. Their first instinct was to ‘catch the bad guys and teach them a lesson’. Then we talked about instead of getting mad, maybe we need to be just a little extra kind to make up for someone feeling the need to steal. It sounds naive and trite, but maybe that little pre-bedtime conversation will stick with their 7 and 5 year old brains and they can be part of a generation that takes kindness to another level completely. That’s all I can hope for.
It’s really all any of us can hope for. That we (all of us) see injustice in the world and we step in, even in a small way that doesn’t put us at risk. We don’t need to be martyrs, but baby steps eventually cause a big ripple.
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.” Margaret Mead