The National Council of Women of NZ launch petition calling for Facebook to remove pages which promote violence against women
The National Council of Women of NZ, in association with the White Ribbon Campaign, has launched a petition calling for Facebook to immediately remove pages which promote sexual and other violence against women.
The petition is a response to Facebook’s decision to allow pages which promote violence against women. These pages include , ‘Punching pregnant women in the stomach,’ ‘You know she’s playing hard to get when you’re chasing her down an alleyway’, and ‘Riding your girlfriend softly ‘cause you don’t want to wake her up.’
Facebook allows these pages to remain online despite their violation of the site’s Terms of Service which clearly prohibit users from posting material which is hateful, threatening, incites violence or contains gratuitous violence. There are also rules against bullying, intimidating or harassing other users, and using Facebook to do anything discriminatory.
But Facebook has refused to remove a proliferation of pro-rape and other pages promoting violence against women, despite receiving numerous complaints.
As we’re all aware, violence against women is an issue in New Zealand. Statistics tell us that one in four women will experience sexual assault, and one in three women experience partner violence in their lifetime.
Please support our campaign by signing the petition and letting your networks and contacts know about it. We’d love you to sign it straight away because we’re shortly going to send out a media release and the first thing the media will do is check to see how many names are on it!
Oh yes. World Mental Health Awareness Day. But rather than make you aware of the (what i would consider elusive, vague and not-particularly-helpful) notion of “mental health”, i come offering you a little bit of humour! Granted, this wasn’t written to make anybody laugh, but, like many things from the early C17, it is not fit for the purpose it was intended. So, let’s laugh?
I give you Robert Burton’s Anatomy of Melancholy (bolding mine):
Subsect. IV. Symptoms of Maids’, Nuns’, and Widows’ Melancholy
…The causes are assigned out of Hippocrates, Cleopatra, Moschion, and those old gynaeciorum scriptores [writers on women’s diseases], of this feral malady, in more ancient maids, widows, and barren women, ob septum transversum, violatum saith Mercatus, by reason of the midriff or diaphragma, heart and brain offended with those vicious vapours which come from menstrous blood; inflammationem arteriae circa dorsum, Rodericus adds, an inflammation of the back, with which the rest is offended by that fuliginous exhalation of corrupt seed, troubling the brain, heart and mind; the brain, i say, not in essence, but by conset; universa enim hujus affectus causa ab utero pendet, et a sanguinis menstrui malitia, for, in a word, the whole malady proceeds from that inflammation, putridity, black smoky vapours, etc.; from thence comes care, sorrow, and anxiety, obfuscation of spirits, agony, desperation, and the like, which are inteded or remitted, si amatorius accesserit ardor [should the amatory passion be aroused], or any other violent object or perturbation of mind.
…But, to leave this brief description, the most ordinary symptoms be these: pulsatio juxta dorsum, a beating about the back, which is almost perpetual; the skin is many times rough, squalid, especially, as Aretaeus observes, about the arms, knees, and knuckles. The midriff and heart-strings do burn and beat very fearfully, and when this vapour or fume is stirred, flieth upward, the heart itself beats, is sore grieved, and faints, fauces siccitate praecluduntur, ut difficulter possit ab uteri strangulatione decerni, like fits of the mother; alvus plerisque nil reddit, aliis exiguum, acre, biliosum, lotium flavuum. They complain many times, saith Mercatus, of a great pain in their heads, about their hearts and hypochondries, and so likewise in their breasts, which are often sore; sometimes ready to swoon, their faces are inflamed and red, they are dry, thirsty, suddenly hot, much troubled with wind, cannot sleep, etc. And from thence proceed ferina deliramenta, a brutish kind of dotage, troublesome sleep, terrible dreams in the night, subrusticus pudor, et verecundia ignava, a foolish kind of bashfulness to some, perverse conceits and opinions, dejection of mind, much discontent, preposterous judgment. They are apt to loathe, dislike, disdain, to be weary of every object, etc. each thing almost is tedious to them, they pine away, void of counsel, apt to weep and tremble, timorous, fearful, sad, and out of all hope of better fortunes. they take delight in nothing of the time, but love to be alone and solitary, though that do them more harm: and thus they are affected so long as this vapour lasteth…
…The several cures of this infirmity, concerning diet, which must be very sparing, phlebotomy, physic, internal, external remedies, are at large in great variety in Rodericus a Castro, Sennertus, and Mercatus, which whoso will, as occasion serves, may make use of. But the best and surest remedy of all, is to see them well placed, and married to good husbands in due time; hinc illae lachrymae [hence those tears], that’s the primary cause, and this the ready cure, to give them content to their desires.
“Rape culture is telling girls and women to be careful about what you wear, how you wear it, how you carry yourself, where you walk, when you walk there, with whom you walk, whom you trust, what you do, where you do it, with whom you do it, what you drink, how much you drink, whether you make eye contact, if you’re alone, if you’re with a stranger, if you’re in a group, if you’re in a group of strangers, if it’s dark, if the area is unfamiliar, if you’re carrying something, how you carry it, what kind of shoes you’re wearing in case you have to run, what kind of purse you carry, what jewelry you wear, what time it is, what street it is, what environment it is, how many people you sleep with, what kind of people you sleep with, who your friends are, to whom you give your number, who’s around when the delivery guy comes, to get an apartment where you can see who’s at the door before they can see you, to check before you open the door to the delivery guy, to own a dog or a dog-sound-making machine, to get a roommate, to take self-defense, to always be alert, always pay attention, always watch your back, always be aware of your surroundings, and never let your guard down for a moment lest you be sexually assaulted, and if you are and didn’t follow all the rules, it’s your fault.”— Melissa McEwan (via bigbeautifultomorrow)
“The National Coalition of Anti-Violence Programs released its annual report on hate violence motivated by sexual orientation, gender identity and expression and HIV status last week. The report documents 27 anti-LGBT murders in 2010, which is the second highest annual total recorded since 1996. 70 percent of these 27 victims were people of color; 44 percent of them were transgender women.
The study also found that transgender people and people of color are each twice as likely to experience violence or discrimination as non-transgender white people. Transgender people of color are also almost 2.5 times as likely to experience discrimination as their white peers.”
“But why do you make everything about race?” I hear you say…
I am not a woman trapped in a man’s body. This body is no man’s; it is mine, it is me, and there is no man in that equation. And I am not trapped in it. There are a million and one ways out of this body, and I have clung to it, tooth and claw, despite an endless line of people and institutions who would rather I vacate the premises, and have sometimes been willing to make me bleed to convince me they’re right.
This body is mine, and I claim it and its bruises, and it is not a man’s, and I am not trapped here. I have looked leaving my body in the eye and I have said, in the end, hell no. There is too much to do, too much to love, too many who need one more of us to say hell no and help them say the same.
“I support you, but I think you’re making the wrong decision.”
“I accept that you feel like a girl, but you’ll always be my son to me.”
“I respect your identity, but I can’t see you as a man.”
“I’m an ally to the transgender community, but I don’t think trans women should be allowed to use the women’s restroom.”
We’ve all heard these types of statements from people who call themselves allies. And I think it’s time we stopped letting them slide.
Privileged folks of all kinds need to wise up to the fact that words like “support,” “accept,” “love” and “ally” have meanings—meanings that (excuse me) get shit all over when they make statements like these.
The act of supporting someone means more than tolerating their presence and cherishing some vague idea that they probably don’t deserve to be murdered. Supporting a marginalized person means listening them when they say they need something, and taking their demands seriously.
Acceptance means believing someone when they say they know who they are.
Respect means not acting like you know a marginalized person’s mind better than they do.
And “ally” means showing up to help us fight our important battles.
You cannot support, accept, respect, or ally with somebody while gaslighting them, feeding their self doubts, belittling their identity, undermining their aims or dismissing their needs.
You cannot support, accept, respect, or ally with a trans person while misgendering them, questioning their motives for transition, giving them “helpful advice” on how to look more cis (or otherwise criticizing their trans appearance), or in any way acting like or believing that your gender is more valid than the gender of a trans person.
“All students have the right to a safe campus, free of sexual violence. SAFER empowers students to hold their universities accountable for having strong campus sexual assault policies and programming. We’re here to help you organize for change.”—
If you healing from sexual assault and you get out of bed in the morning, You are doing well.
If you healing from sexual assault and you hold down a job, You are amazing.
If you are healing from sexual assault and and you are still remotely pleasant to others, You are a lot nicer than me.
If you are healing from sexual assault and you cannot always be there for a friend, You are still a good friend and a strong enough person to know what is best for you.
If you are healing from sexual assault, and find it difficult to care for yourself, but still find the strength to care and love your family than you are strong as well.
If you are healing from sexual assault and you decide to tell your story, You are brave.
If you are healing from sexual assault and you decide that you are not ready to tell your story, You are also brave.
If you are healing from sexual assault and you cry daily or have nightmares, You are normal.
If you are healing from sexual assault and seeing happy, healthy people makes you sad, angry, jealous and worse, Join the club.
If you are healing from sexual assault and you decide to press charges against your perpetrator, You have incredible courage.
If you are healing from sexual assault and you cannot or choose not to press charges against your perpetrator, Your perpetrator is still the one to blame, and you are smart for knowing what you can handle.
If you are healing from sexual assault and think that what happened was your fault, You are wrong, but you are not alone.
If you are healing from sexual assault and are jealous that some survivors put their abuser in jail, You are one of many.
If you are healing from sexual assault and feel like your significant other truly understands and is 100% supportive, He or she is rare and a keeper.
If you are healing from sexual assault and you have a good support system, It will help A LOT.
If you are healing from sexual assault and you don’t have enough people who understand what you are going through,
I strongly recommend joining a support group.
If you are healing from sexual assault and were not believed or supported when you found the courage to tell,
You still deserve to be heard, no matter how long ago it was.
If you are healing from sexual assault and you feel like you hate your body, Remember your spirit is held within your body.
If you are healing from sexual assault and feel painfully alone and isolated, Please know that there are thousands of people healing with you in spirit.
If you are healing from sexual assault and there are days where the only thing you are able to do is exist, Remember, we are existing with you till you can live again.
If you are healing from sexual assault but still looking to the future, You are a survivor.
“It is an important thing to instill in a younger generation about the impact of rape, the lasting impact of rape. Children from grade school to high school to college are incredibly susceptible and incredibly malleable, as we all know. To get them early, to teach them about the facts and figures and other realities of rape is key. It is an important issue to me as not only a man, but as an educator, as a human being and as a person on this planet.”—Jon Hamm (via bibliofeminista)
In honor of Queer History Month, Ms. Bloggers will be giving shout-outs to some of their queer heroes of the present and past.
Leslie Feinberg has been fighting the fight (or more accurately, fights) for more years than I’ve been on this earth. In that regard, ze is my elder. I use this as a term of reverence for someone whose work has changed my life. And that’s exactly what Feinberg is—a teacher and a life changer. Other words to describe ze are activist, coalition builder, writer, transgender warrior and social justice leader. In case this is your introduction to Leslie Feinberg, here is some background to orient you:
Feinberg is the author of several books including Stone Butch Blues (1993), Transgender Warriors: Making History from Joan of Arc to Dennis Rodman(1997), Trans Liberation: Beyond Pink or Blue (1999) and Drag King Dreams (2006). Feinberg’s novels take readers on an emotional journey through the ever-changing lives of characters I dare you not to love. Always at the frontier of transgender politics, hir non-fiction books reveal the complexities of gender in a way that everyone can grasp.
“Obviously, no one sits down and makes a rational decision about who to fall in love with, but I get frustrated with the veiled condescension of straight people who believe that queers “can’t help it,” and thus should be treated with tolerance and pity. To say “I was born this way” is to apologize for the person I am and for whom I love. It’s like saying I would be different if I could. I wouldn’t.”—Lindsay Miller (Autostraddle — On What It Means To Say You Were Born This Gay)
I was excited to see young people talking about their choices to have an abortion (or to not have an abortion but still support the right of others to do so) in Tearaway. I think it would be great if there was a forum for New Zealanders to tell their abortion stories (anonymously if preferred)…
Good idea! I will try and find out what happened to that gathering stories sub group (I’m in the Vic Uni group that organised)
tavi writing for the new awesome sassyesque teen webzine. so into it!
Girl hate is not hating someone who happens to be a girl, it’s hating someone because we’re told that, as girls, we should hate other girls who are as awesome as or more awesome than ourselves. That there can ever only be ONE cool girl, ONE funny girl, ONE smart girl, etc., in a circle of people. […]
This, along with the myth that other girls are obstacles in your Life Goal of Finding a Man (but that’s a WHOLE other chicken-scratch chart), is why girls compete with one another. THIS SUCKS. The only good thing that has ever come out of this is inspiration for Mean Girls.
The good news is that it’s very handy to know when you’ve internalized a societal problem and turned it into how you feel about people in your life and about yourself. You’re not a sexist pig, you’ve just been raised around a bunch of them in the form of some awful magazines and movies and stuff, where women are always competing for the same man, the same title, where the main character looks over at the other girl with her shiny hair, socializing smilingly with a boy, and feels nothing but resentment. Now that you know that, you can understand how stupid it all is, and differentiate between the girls you hate because you’re told to be jealous and the girls who might actually just not be nice people.
“I don’t expect gay people to prove to me, a straight person, that there’s actually homophobia. I don’t expect poor people to prove to me, a Harvard grad, that hunger and poverty are widespread problems. And if someone asked me, as an Asian person, to “prove” to them that racism exists, I would laugh all the way back to Chinatown. Marginalized groups are not responsible for explaining their marginalization to you. If you are actually concerned, you would take the initiative to do some research yourself instead of showing up at some oppressed group’s door step demanding a list of citations for things (racism, sexism, etc.) that are proven time and time again in the real world.”—WORD (via notevenbovvered)
“You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.”—http://www.dressaday.com/2006/10/you-dont-have-to-be-pretty.html (via fuckyeahfeminists)
The strongest argument that can be made as to why all radical activists should study the life and works of Lucy Parsons is that the FBI wants you to know nothing about her.
Lucy Parsons died in 1942, at the age of 89, in a house-fire in Chicago — the city in which she lived most of her life. The ashes had hardly cooled before the Chicago police raided the remains of her home, confiscated all 3,000 volumes of literature and writings on “sex, socialism, and anarchy,” which constituted her personal library, and turned it over to the FBI. Tragically, and despite her comrades’ repeated inquiries, this treasure trove of revolutionary material was never again to see the light of day.
Indeed, the Chicago police had ample reason to want to bury Parsons’ legacy as quickly as possible. In their own words, she was “more dangerous than a thousand rioters.” For virtually the entirety of the last 40 years of her life, the Chicago police tried to bar her from making any public speeches, and routinely arrested her for the ‘crime’ of handing out revolutionary pamphlets on the street. Famed labor historian Studs Terkel even noted how rare of a privilege it was to hear Parsons address a large audience in her later years, owing to the constant police harassment.
Overlooked by History
Partially because so much of her own writings were ‘disappeared’ by the government, and partially because she was a revolutionary woman of color speaking out against the injustices of a capitalist society run by white men, Lucy Parsons is one of the least known of the major figures in the history of revolutionary socialism in the U.S. Much like her long-time comrades and friends, Eugene Debs, William “Big Bill” Haywood, and Elizabeth Gurley Flynn, Lucy Parsons made a tremendous contribution to the birth of America’s turn-of-the-century, revolutionary working-class movement; a movement which continues to this day to shape the character of class struggle and revolutionary politics in this country.
Historian Robin Kelley argues that Lucy Parsons was not only “the most prominent black woman radical of the late nineteenth century,” but was also “one of the brightest lights in the history of revolutionary socialism.” Historian John McClendon writes that she is notable for being the “first black activist to associate with the revolutionary left in America.”
More often than not, however, if Lucy Parsons is mentioned as an historical figure, she is noted merely as the “wife of Albert Parsons,” a man who had gained international notoriety after he was executed in 1887 by the state of Illinois for his revolutionary activities.
Unfortunately, this slight extends beyond solely ‘mainstream’ historians, including supposedly left-wing intellectuals as well. For instance, in the 1960s, the feminist editors of Radcliffe College’s three-volume work, Notable American Women, decided to leave Parsons out of their study on the grounds that she was “largely propelled by her husband’s fate” and was a “pathetic figure, living in the past and crying injustice” after her husband’s execution.
Even contemporaries of Lucy Parsons, such as the popular anarchist-feminist Emma Goldman (with whom Lucy Parsons became a life-long political opponent), accused Parsons of being an otherwise unimportant opportunist who simply rode upon the cape of her husband’s martyrdom, describing her as nothing more than one of those wives of “anarchists who marry women who are millions of miles removed from their ideas.”
None of this, however, is to diminish the historical importance of Albert Parsons and the events leading up to his execution; and while it is true that Lucy Parsons spent much of her life addressing the crime that was her husband’s murder at the hands of the capitalist state, nonetheless, her political activity and impact on history extend far beyond the scope of that single tragedy. In fact, the work that she lent her energies to in the years following Albert’s execution are of equal (if not greater) importance than anything he had been able to add to the fight for workers’ emancipation in the course of a life that was sadly cut short.
“A survey of girls in Zimbabwean junior schools in 2000 reported by Amnesty International found 92 per cent had been sexually propositioned by an older man on their way to school, and half of them had experienced unsolicited sexual contact by strangers. Factors such as these mean that, simply by virtue of being born female, millions of children across the world are denied their right to an education. In fact, according to the charity Childline, in South Africa a girl actually has a higher chance of being raped than of learning to read.”—The Equality Illusion, Kat Banyard (via grrrlstudies)