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blame game…

the parent

for not protecting

for not loving

for not noticing

the teacher

for not teaching

for not educating

the crowd

for not acting

for not responding

the bystander

for freezing

the friend

for not intervening

the siblings

for not notifying

the victim

for being in the wrong place at the wrong time

for wearing their skirt to short

for being too flamboyant

for being to gay

for being to vulnerable

for being drunk

for being to small

for just;

being.

.

the perp

TO HARD

BASKET.


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argument~ta~tive~ness

go on.

say something.

tell me how I should do it.

what I should feel.

tell me

I’m wrong.

tell me

I need to get a life.

go on.

raise your voice.

your tone.

puff your shoulders up.

stretch out the back bone.

lift that chin.

tell me, tell me

I’m fucked.

I’m a mongrel.

I’m lazy.

I’m useless.

go on, mother fucker.

tell me again.

tell me, what you think.

tell me what I should really be thinking.

go on, correct my feelings.

I fucking dare you.

tell it like it is.

tell me, fuck yah.

go on, just like you used to do.

when I was weaker,

vulnerable,

in need,

sicker,

wanting a hand,

a shoulder,

was whiny,

loser-ish.

isn’t that how you put it.

mongrel bitch,

go on, try it again motherfucker.

please, please.

I am in need of a dam good fucking argument.

you used to like it like that,

but now,

not so much, ay.

because my voice

my arm

my anger

my fierce

my being

my woman

my heart

my soul

and my fucking steel

spirit.

don’t play that shit no more.

so, I tell you.

I dare you.

try it, go on, try it.

and see what happens.


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parihaka. the peaceful protest.

we are told that there is solidarity

cohesion

and strength

in employing

a peaceful protest stance

a passive resistance stance

a standing united

together

stance.

.

Let me tell you about a great protest

of peaceful resistance

of strength and solidarity.

the feathers that they wore

the sweat of their brow

the unwavering focus

that they used.

let me tell you of the multitudes

of peoples;

of women

of children

who defended

peacefully

without malice

without violence.

 

let me tell you of the pillage

that was behest upon them

because of that peaceful

passive

resistance.

and the apology

that followed

nigh 150 years later.

the minimal apology

doused with arrogance

and flounce

backed up

with a cool few million.

Parihaka will forever be a stand for what is right

followed by the screams of loss.


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vigil.

& as our 2 faced country prepares their vigils for the young life murdered & hear the cries of ‘violence against women & girls isn’t acceptable anytime or anywhere’ : i wonder, will we ever really learn? will we ever really really give a shit about the violence perpetrated against women & children in our little country? will we give a shit enough, to actually do something about it? because this shit is Not new & is an epidemic.

but one we seem to tolerate, until it happens where we can’t just ditch that shit so no-one else will ever see it.


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exhibition [2018]

the collection:

“intersectional violence”


 

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a. stat.

“1 in 3 women will experience some type of violence within their lifetime.”

Thats what they say … thrown out there like it’s some kind of justification – reason – okay-ness.

When you read that little stat does it make you wanna fuck up the world and put shit right?

Or does it make you go … ‘Oh dear … thats not cool’

Or does it make you find ‘reasons’ … ‘what did they do? must be in the wrong place? bet they are brown …’

‘a stat is a waste of fucking time if it just justifies’


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Just gonna leave this little stat here:

“1 in 3 women will experience some type of violence within their lifetime.”

I got beef with that.


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formation ~ beyonce

 

beyoncé ~ formation, 2016

to be, to do

I Resist.
I don’t conform.
Even when I do.
My heart with Never conform.
Not to the quo.
Not to the ‘musts’.
Its part of my nature.
Part of the non-conformist dialogue.
And when I snap my pics
it’s also to explain.
To explain my view,
Share my perspective …
the intricate. the narrative. the story within the story.
I was a child.
I still am a child.
I was a frightened child.
Who survived an extraordinary experience.
Who choked on a dick too large for her
tiny throat.
And she’s been choking ever since.
They named it pts(d) and said I was super sad.
So sad that I may harm myself.
But I didn’t.
Not on purpose anyway.
Instead I died, just a little, as the shit got kicked
The head got beat
The heart got broke
The bottle got empty.
And all she could do was cower.
So cowering became the sport.
The sport for healing.
The transport for unfolding.
To build a bubble that could expel the fear
and protect the good.
the good being, Me,
So, so serious has been my pain.
So so serious has been my tone
that even the lights are angry
the brightness is broken.
So she went and flipped the switch off.
Off. Till another could be found.
Not a replacement.
An entirely new form of light and dark.
Where the script is written in the dark
And the sleep takes place under the sun.
A place where an opposite is another.
Another option.
Another alternative.

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speaking of racism & police violence

they say there is none.

.

a myth made up by those

who are criminally inclined

those that break windows

in a sleepy little town,

those who drink to get drunk

those who disturb

the peace, and the peaceful.

those that deserve

everything they get.

.

i wonder what those

well informed souls

believe about those in

the neighbouring vicinities

who under the ever watchful mauri,

of the black sands and maunga majestic,

tilled their soil

in peaceful protest

against the armed constabulary

ordered to remove them from their homes.

“As fears grew among white settlers that the resistance campaign was a prelude to renewed armed conflict,[6] the Hall Government began planning a military assault at Parihaka to close it down.[7] Pressured by Native Minister John Bryce, the government finally acted in late October 1881 while the sympathetic Governor was out of the country. Led by Bryce, on horseback, 1600 troops and cavalry entered the village at dawn on 5 November 1881.[8] The soldiers were greeted with hundreds of skipping and singing children offering them food. Te Whiti and Tohu were arrested and jailed for 16 months, 1600 Parihaka inhabitants were expelled and dispersed throughout Taranaki without food or shelter and the remaining 600 residents were issued with government passes to control their movement. Soldiers looted and destroyed most of the buildings at Parihaka. Land that had been promised as reserves by a commission of inquiry into land confiscations was later seized and sold to cover the cost of crushing Te Whiti’s resistance, while others were leased to European settlers, shutting Māori out of involvement in the decisions over land use.”


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Guest Post: Liberals need to check their views on “violence”

I’m still perplexed at the idea of differing feminism … but I do wonder, if our up and coming ‘liberals’, or whatever they like to call themselves, didn’t have another club to join? Possibly?
I chose feminism, a very long time ago, as a political view / as a response / as an activist voice … I don’t particularly need a label to define what I am, however it assists with perception.
More importantly though, I chose feminism as a response, because of the ‘violence’ I had experienced, as a woman (with a vagina) … and I did not want my daughters (with vaginas) to be recipients of this type of degradation, because they were female. This is not a perception, it is a reality. It makes me wonder of our ‘liberals’ have actually experienced any type of violence other than breaking a nail?

I applaud this womans stance, and the ‘balls’ for saying it as it is!

For more on this topic and similar, please visit: https://reneejg.net

Source: Guest Post: Liberals need to check their views on “violence”

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I’m Not sure if I would call the Cops. My Skin is too Dark.

Quote ~ “Afrophobia is the irrational fear of black people…”

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not this time

im not listening

im not listening

im not listening

I could hold my hands

over my ears

close my eyes

and disappear

but not this time.

.

.

words, yours, theirs.

used to hurt.

into a tiny ball id go

as my insides

caved on in

and the light

receded.

into the ball id go.

as tears dribbled

and snot escaped

shaking took hold

why me, why, why me

but not this time.

.

.

this time is different.

.

red, I see.

stronger, fiercer, I be.

you may say what you think

do what you like

it make no

differential

to me

.

.

I been

bit

hit

chewed

spat

rolled

stuck

flicked

licked

scraped

stabbed

scratched

roped

poked

peeled

and flayed.

.

.

and im still here

bitch.


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me & sexual violence.

As horrific as it sounds, pts(d) / sexual violence – has shaped who I am today.

Does that mean it is part of my mauri? I’m not sure … but I know its effects run deep … it’s nightmares still touch my psyche / my soul.

I’m trying to work that out – live with it – reconcile it.

It’s a bitch.

And on the really hard days, there are some things – some methods – that I have developed to help me relieve the anger – the gnawing frustration.

This is my favourite one:

And definitely not for the faint hearted. Not all those that know the reality of sexual assault / violence will appreciate this … but for Me … it fills Me with joy. Sheer, vengeful joy … that No amount of talking, explaining, acknowledging or letting go, will ever compare too.

_____ Take One Movie:

“The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo”

…. Fast forward to “the girl with the dragon tattoo torture scene” … which by the way is so named as a clip on YouTube! With 92, 776 views, it just shows how relieving the whole scene can be for someone like Me ;) If you want the entire scene, whereby Lisbeth Salander tattoos “I am a Rapist Pig” on the gutts of the man who has raped her; you’ll have to peruse the archives a little more … not such a popular clip with joe blow public.

But for Me … These two clips … actually the entire movie … are immensely relieving.

I look forward to the day, that my dreams turn to a scene like these. Where it is Me that is exacting the torture; not the other way around.


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A call to feminists to remember the history and sex-based nature of women’s oppression

Excerpt from this article:

“The real brilliance of patriarchy… it doesn’t just naturalise oppression. It sexualises acts of oppression. It eroticises domination and subordination. It institutionalises them as masculinity and femininity. So, it naturalises, it eroticises and it institutionalises domination and subordination. The brilliance of feminism is that we figured that out.

– Lierre Keith

In recent months, so much legislation has been passed or proposed in the U.S. and elsewhere to indicate a frightening escalation in the war – yes, it is a war – on women. The Russian parliament just voted 380-3 to decriminalise domestic violence. This is in a country where an average of 40 women per day – 14,000 women per year – are murdered by male partners. The United States, where over 1,000 women are murdered by their partners per year, has of course just elected a president who boasts that “when you’re a star, they let you do it, grab them by the pussy”, and has been involved in pornography and sex trafficking. He plans to eliminate funding for 25 domestic violence programmes, and is ordering female staffers to “dress like a woman”. Texas is now looking to remove voting rights from women who have had abortions; Arkansas, to enable rapists to sue women for having them.”

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a Freedom Response

They get us to believing

That our responses should be

Civilized.

Kosher.

Within reason.

However,

The treatment endured,

Was none of those things.

Why,

Would the response be as such

On the way to

Freedom.

“There is no ‘right way’ to be a slave”

Chicken George ~ Roots


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hummmmm.

And not the song kind.

I think I could lean over
and jab you in the jaw
And find a rather large level

Of satisfaction
And

Inner peace

 

I wonder?


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