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An International Movement.  This is a great Video.

 

 

http://blog.blanknoise.org/

https://www.facebook.com/pages/BLANK-NOISE/13112249533

 

 

 

 

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I  have decided to walk  in the  Slut Walk Nashville after some deliberation  and after it changed its name to:  Survivors of Sexual assault are not to Blame. At first  I wasn’t keen simply because of the  name of the event  and my personal historic connotations that it that it had for me .

I did do some research found that it was a nation wide event .  Support of the event seems to have gone viral and walkers include a large and  diverse crowd.  So in the spirit of what the event is doing,  I decided to attend.

My Hope is that it is rowdy.  I want to be rowdy .  I do not want to walk quietly and  Tame.

I have often wondered if  the public likes/ needs to see  survivors of  sexual  assault to act in a certain  way.   Does the public need see  the ” victim”  so that they can feel separate from and safe.  Safe from the reality that it can impact their lives at any moment.  But,  it is something more too, more important,  that I can’t quite seem to put a finger on.  Hopefully,  I’ll be able to address this after I have experienced the walk next weekend.

The Personal is Political.

over and out,

d

http://www.slutwalknashville.org/

https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=180027702052422

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Alexisonfire Graffiti

Image by © Natalia Balcerska Photography via Flickr

af·ter·math
[af-ter-math, ahf-] Show IPA
noun
1.
something that results or follows from an event, especially one of a disastrous or unfortunate nature; consequence: the aftermath of war; the aftermath of the flood.
2.
a new growth of grass following one or more mowings

Basho writes, ” I am awestruck

            To hear a cricket singing

            Underneath the dark cavity

            Of an old helmet.

—BASHO, The Narrow Road to the Far North (Penguin)

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I am a Mountain…

 I am a Mountain, I am a tall tree

 

 

 

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re·in·vent  (rn-vnt)

tr.v. re·in·vent·ed, re·in·vent·ing, re·in·vents

1. To make over completely: “She reinvented Indian cooking to fit a Western kitchen and a Western larder” (Irene Sax).
2. To bring back into existence or use: reinvented the concept of neighborliness.

Idiom:

reinvent the wheel

1. To do something again, from the beginning, especially in a needless or inefficient effort: “School districts need not reinvent the wheel every time they try to improve their schools” (Washington Post).
2. To recast something familiar or old into a different form: “Call it reinventing the wheel or recasting old ideas, but these contemporary versions have a spirit and style all their own” (New York Times).
                                Thought I would look up the word  , ” reinvent” to see what the Dictionary  had to say on the word’s meaning. Thinking on how I was using the term and how I related to it.
I’m certainly not reinventing myself from scratch, with the exception of 
” sexuality”, which I did have to start from nothing. Being a Victim of Human Traffiking really messes one up and separates you from Normal Human Sexual Development.  In many ways I did go back to square one.
On another note,
” To recast the familiar into a different form”
  ” so that one can live with  the truth of one’s past , on a daily basis.”
 This is where the core of the work is done.
 Traffickers prefer to make their victims  very fearful.
Too Fearful to go and get help.  Create a fear of the Police
and other helping agencies.
Traffickers  prefer to  slowly and intentionally create  a relationship with thier victims  ,  in which they are dependent on them for everything. Food, The Bathroom, love , everything.
This last weekend I went into a store to shop , and a policeman was there doing
social media awareness.
I act as an adult.
talk about the info and take 2 pamphlets.
on the inside I know that this is a high trigger for me.
Fear and anxiety. I let the  memories of  a man  playing  Policeman and telling me to lick his boots to move thru me and beyond me  until the feelings have passed. The Game was Cop and Robber.
I  walk around the store looking and enjoying my shopping experience.
and out the door into a  sun-shiny Day.

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This is from a  Blog, ” I am convicted”.  Andy writes great  stuff.

Reinvention is more than just a

healing process … it’s a hard look at

the chains that bind.

I am convicted.

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The Statue of Liberty front shot, on Liberty I...

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I was born in Manchester England  .  My Father  British and my Mother  : Welsh.She grew up in Rural Wales.  Dads’ father was a postman.  In  WW2  Dad was  a  Medic   in North Africa.

In  my heart I feelI was born a second time and that was  on the streets of  New York and t hen died again  when my father  when my father took me to a   K.K.K   rally.

Everyone hears about

, ” The American  Dream” .  Isn’t that what all

Immigrants wish for?

But the truth is that we don’t all  find  that.   On the opposite side of the American Dream is the American Nightmare.

Teenage Members of  Kurdish Gangs in Nashville

Gang Membership

Human Trafficking

The Immigrant owner of a  Store that is  robbed.

Murder

Anti Immigrant Sentiment towards the Mexicans

Anti-Muslim Sentiment.  Mosque Burnings. Bomb Threats.

This is an old quote from an early Italian Immigrant from the 1920’s New York.

“I came to America because I heard the streets were paved with gold. When I got here, found out three things: First, the streets weren’t paved with gold; second, they weren’t paved at all: and third, I was expected to pave them.”

few gave up and returned home.

 

I feel the same way.

I was born here.

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