i’m not sure if it’s because the year is about to end, there are a lot of patches of silence in my life right now or i’m still buzzed from being home, but everything seems so intense and fleeting.
today we were briefed because we are interviewing women who have survived a premedidated massacre of their village men and a night of being raped during the last years of the second world war. and my head is full of numbers.
1 out of 3 women worldwide have experienced some form of violence done to them.
in the philippines, every seven hours a woman is raped. also, only 1 out of 5 rapes are ever reported.
there are incidents of people being forced to rape their own family members so that their lives may be spared in certain tribal wars.
“in all incidents of violence against women, the men become invisible.”
which, i think, is an oppressive fact for both men and women.
when i told my aunt that i was thinking about finally doing some work for women’s issues, she warned me about becoming a fanatic.
listening to stories today, i understand why some women can lose sight of common sense.
in india, women are still burned because they are accused of witchcraft.
some people still claim that the girl who was raped by the 5 American servicemen was malandi.
my mouth is open and i still don’t know what to say.