Like most, I’m looking for a path forward, a way out, a different way of doing things. I want hope to be sturdy, love simple, peace possible, and change easy. I hunger for thunderclouds, a storm surge that might wash the muddied plains of despair momentarily clean.
I hope for revolution.
Pray for justice.
Read the news and weep.
Democrats have nominated a woman to be President, but Brock Turner got six months.
The statement of his 23-year-old victim went viral for its brutal, beautiful humanity, yet she remains anonymous – a figurehead, an ideal, a faceless poster child for what some consider a lost cause.
We hide her to protect her, to save her from additional shame, but I want her to be a hero.
I want her face plastered across my Facebook feed.
I want to celebrate her resilience and free her from the stigma of rape.
Rape happens. It’s awful. But it’s not something of which we should be ashamed.
If we’re going to challenge rape culture, if we are really going to make concrete change, then the victims of rape need to be seen, stand straight, and reject shame.
Can you imagine #Iwasraped? Can you imagine a flood of photographs accompanied by #yesmetoo? Can you imagine a world where the reality of rape and the faces of its victims become that surging storm that wash clean the muddied plains?
I wish every woman who has experienced rape or sexual assault would come forward and inundate the media with their humanity.
We are not abstract statistics. We are not faceless victims. We are not damaged irreparably or victims in perpetuity.
We are strong.
They would deny us our dignity, but it is not theirs to deny. Today, in solidarity with the faceless victim in the Stanford case, I share my face. Maybe you will, too. #yesmetoo #Iwasraped #nomoreshame