Monday, May 26, 2014

#YesAllWomen: My Many Stories of Sexual Harassment



#YesAllWomen 
My Many Stories of Sexual Harassment
(For Adult Readers Only)

Have you seen Twitter and Facebook entries tagged #YesAllWomen the past few days?  This grassroots social media campaign raises awareness of the sexual harassment or abuse that all women experience in their lifetime.  Not all men do it.  We get that.  But (nearly) all women will suffer from it at least once in their lifetimes.

I did.  Several times. It’s painful to think back, but here goes.

When I was a college student, I transferred to UCF in Orlando and got a software documentation job at a computer store owned by two men. (Yes, I was qualified for the job.) One of these men routinely propositioned me in very lewd and intimidating terms.  I complained to his partner, a Christian man with a young family, fully expecting him to stand up for me.  I was promptly fired.  There was absolutely no expression of concern for my well-being.  

At the time, I lived in an apartment near downtown with two roommates.  One weekend I was out of town and had an odd dream about somebody sinister walking around in my bedroom.  When I returned home, my roommates told me that someone had broken into our apartment and stolen stuff from their bedsides while they were sleeping.  That night, he also raped someone in a neighboring apartment.  His violation of my personal space caused me to live in fear, and I bought myself a billy club and moved shortly after that.  It gives me goosebumps to remember that. 

My next job after the computer store was as a programmer at a small technology company. A married co-worker started flirting with me, hanging around in my office, attempting to give me back rubs and hugs. I wasn’t sure what to make of it because otherwise he seemed to be a sweet Christian guy.  It started making me really uncomfortable, so I asked my campus Bible study friends to pray for me.  The company soon went out of business, and I was on to another job.  This story has a chilling postscript.  More than 25 years later, a friend told me that this man had abandoned his family for one of his many mistresses -- while his wife had cancer. What a cad!  I’m glad I didn’t get sucked in further with him.

I finally found decent employment as a database programmer in a tiny software company owned by three women, one who was my former professor.  I figured I would be safe there.  I was, at least in our office.  But I did get sent to a client’s office once to pick up something or other, and his entire seating area was strewn with the vilest kind of magazines imaginable.  I got out of there fast, and never went back.  Yes, it is possible to harass without a spoken word or touch.
  
Another time I was talking with four or five people in a church parking lot when one of the men started making extremely sexual comments. A male friend stopped him short, telling him could not talk that way in the presence of a lady.  I remember at least three other men who did the same kind of thing for me during my college years.  I really appreciate their chivalry, even over thirty years later. 

After I got married and moved to Maryland, I commuted by subway three days a week to a programming job in northern Virginia.  It was a small office with four men and only one other woman.  When a married co-worker made a flattering sexual comment during my first week, I gave him a terse response. He behaved himself after that.  Then there was my boss, an older man who got drunk at the office Christmas dinner and asked what would happen if I missed my train home.  I told him I’d take the next one five minutes later.  What would happen if I missed that one? I’d take the next one…  Yes, he was leering at me, and yes, that was a clear proposition.  Did I mention that I was three months pregnant at the time?  It wasn’t morning sickness that nauseated me that evening.  Fortunately, he was professional while sober, and I stayed at the company until I left to have my baby.

It's not just the workplace, and sexual harassment has many forms, some of them very subtle. I have been in small group “Bible” studies in churches where the discussions turned toward sexual topics in very inappropriate and humiliating ways.  I won’t write more about it in this post, because I wrote that story here. I was also verbally bullied in a church small group setting several years ago, and not one man in the room would stick up for me.  It was not sexual, but it was certainly gender-enabled. I was appalled. These men are big into male leadership and “protecting” the women, and yet they let a man pick on a lady like that?  Seriously? So what did I do? I called him out on it right there, and again by e-mail the next day.  He later apologized and we are still friends.  I think he learned his lesson.  However, someone else who found out about it blasted me for daring to correct a man... because I was a woman.

What is the point in telling these stories?  All of these different stories that happened to just me?

I want to add my voice to the outcry against the sexual harassment of women, and then the double victimization of silencing and/or shaming the victim.

Some will say that we were asking for it, maybe by dressing provocatively or by flirting.  

Some will say that girls should never move away from home to go to college, or shouldn’t go to college at all, or should never be out in the workplace with men. 

Some will say these guys who mistreat women are just uneducated heathens who just need to get to church.  Surely not those who say they are Christians!

Hogwash!  (I can think of stronger words!)

Our work places, churches, schools, and homes must become safe for women.

Where are the men who will take responsibility for their own inappropriate actions?

Where are the men who still stand up for women and children who are being harassed and even assaulted? 

Gender aside, where are people who will stand up for people?

What can we do?

Legislation against sexual harassment in the work place and schools? Yes! 

Criminal prosecution for predators?  Yes! 

Teach girls and women how to prevent situations when they can, and how to handle them if they do happen?  Yes!

But more than that...

Change the culture that devalues and objectifies women!

Getting off my soap box now...

​How about you?  What is your story?


Another, here: Ordinary Summer by Tonia Peckover

And a news story: California killer's misogynist rants inspire #YesAllWomen

Virginia Knowles

P.S. I debated whether to post this here or on one of my other blogs, Watch the Shepherd, which has a lot of posts about various kinds of abuse.  Take a peek over there and see what you think.

P.P.S. The photo at the top was taken in 1985, when I was about 21 or 22, and toward the end of the time that most of these stories took place.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Welcome to the World, Lucas!

Welcome to the world, Lucas!
Our third grandson 
was born yesterday! 
He is the first baby of
our daughter Julia 
and her husband Alex.

Lucas
Born May 16 at 2:33 PM


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He's had a steady stream of visitors --
lots of family and friends!



Grandma and Grandpa love you, Lucas!

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mother's Day Picnic in the Park (Weekend Gratitude)


Mother's Day celebration 
for all 18 of us?
Sure, piece of cake!
And mango key lime pie!
A picnic in the park!

We picked a park on the 
way home from church
and near my oldest daughter's house.
I got there earliest to set up 
the purple tableware.
  
My present to my
country-loving daughter
for her 25th birthday
last month --
full of raspberry
cran-grape lemonade.
Yum.

Fresh strawberries
and blackberries

Brother and sister
decorating the cake...

Croissant sandwiches,
potato salad, veggie chips,
fresh fruit, drinks, desserts -
we all pitched in potluck style.
My two pregnant daughters,
belly to belly.
The baby boy on the right
is due... TODAY!

Soon to be welcomed
by a loving Mommy and Daddy!


My mother's day presents
for these younger mommies...

Why yes, I did give her sister
the exact same t-shirt.
They are each the
BEST. MOM. EVER.
My oldest daughter gave me
a bag of presents
from Ten Thousand Villages,
a store which imports
crafts made by
Third World artisans
in support of their families
and communities.

The red Twist of Fate necklace
 is from Guatemala:
"Creaciones Chonita,
an artisan group established
by a woman who lost
her husband in civil war violence,
as a way to support
herself and her children."
(Click the link, read the story.)
The butterfly pin
is made from paper!

My youngest daughter's
handmade presents!  So sweet!
Some of the other kids gave me
gift cards to Starbucks!

One of my college
daughters and I

My oldest grandson
and my youngest son

My youngest grandson,
his long hair up in a bun
-- swinging around with
a cookie and chips in his hands!

My barefoot son
up in a huge tree

They are 19 and 8 now,
but many years ago,
the older one climbed
our backyard magnolia tree
with the younger one tucked
into a backpack with
holes cut out in the bottom
for her legs to fit through.
And she painted her green
from head to toe.
It's a miracle I still have my sanity.

A sweet end to a lovely day...

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