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One Billion Rising

February 15, 2014 By SSHIntern

By Kendra Corbin, SSH Intern

One Billion Rising at Shenandoah University, Via SU’s Facebook page

Traditionally, Valentine’s Day is a holiday dedicated to love and romance. Restaurants become crowded with happy couples while social media sites are littered with photos of flowers and candy. But Valentine’s Day is more than just a chance to show off your wonderful significant other to the world. It’s an opportunity to take a stand for every woman that may not have the ability to stand up for herself.

Annually on February 14, or V-Day, women across the world participate in One Billion Rising. This international event is a reminder that 1 in 3 women will be abused or raped during her lifetime. The campaign’s mission is to end violence against women and girls. Last V-Day, 207 countries took part in One Billion Rising. The campaign states:

ONE BILLION RISING FOR JUSTICE is a global call to women survivors of violence and those who love them to gather safely in community outside places where they are entitled to justice – courthouses, police stations, government offices, school administration buildings, work places, sites of environmental injustice, military courts, embassies, places of worship, homes, or simply public gathering places where women deserve to feel safe but too often do not.  It is a call to survivors to break the silence and release their stories – politically, spiritually, outrageously – through art, dance, marches, ritual, song, spoken word, testimonies and whatever way feels right.

One of the greatest attributes of One Billion Rising is that it encourages women to channel the pain of sexual assault into creativity. Whether through dance, music, art, performance, etc., women and their male allies can include a serious message in an event that is both empowering and entertaining.

Earlier this week, I had the pleasure of attending the One Billion Rising event on my college campus. Students, faculty, and community members gathered to perform a flash mob to the song “Break the Chain” at Shenandoah University. Before the event started, I bumped into one of my female professors. She asked if I was planning to dance. I awkwardly giggled and replied, no, that I would not be participating because I’m not a very coordinated dancer. She laughed and said that if I was looking for fantastic dancers then I came to the wrong place, but that I would see many happy women out on the floor dancing with each other.

When the flash mob started, the words that my professor said made perfect sense. There were some fantastic dancers on the floor while others looked more clumsy and nervous, but every woman (and a few men, too!) smiled and laughed as they shook their bodies. As the music faded out, the group screamed with excitement while they embraced in a group-hug. Seeing that much female power in one room was inspiring.

It doesn’t matter if a person is the greatest dancer on the floor or if they dance like Elaine from Seinfeld. As long as someone chooses to participate in a movement that cares about ending violence against women, then that is a beautiful thing. One Billion Rising has proven that the pain and heartache of sexual assault can be channeled into empowerment. Valentine’s Day flowers and candy are fantastic, but compassion for our sisters is an even better gift to the world.

Kendra Corbin is senior at Shenandoah University. She is majoring in Mass Communications and minoring in Women’s Studies.

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“I started a “Cat Call Count” on my computer, but lost count after I lost my spirit”

February 14, 2014 By Contributor

I’m an exchange student from the USA currently in Ecuador, a beautiful country for its nature and culture. However, like many countries, there is also a strong “rape culture.” Spanish speakers would call the country “Machista”. Here, it is disgustingly common (and socially acceptable) for men to cat call the women and treat them like they are less than human beings.

To be honest, when I experienced a cat call for the first time here, I admit, I thought it was funny and kind of flattering. I thought, ‘Hey, they actually think I’m pretty.’ That was the last time I thought that. Every time I walk to the bus stop, I am honked at by men behind steering wheels and cars full of boys who whistle and shout things at me. The scariest is when I am just walking home at dusk with thoughts occupying my mind and all of a sudden, a deafening honk from a truck makes me jump out of my reverie and into a world where it’s funny to scare teenage girls walking by themselves. I’ve seen the faces of fully grown men, laughing to each other when they see I glance at the oncoming vehicle that beeped at me. I have learned to not look up.

I have never given the middle finger to anyone in my life, but one day, I thought it would be an interesting experiment to see someone’s reaction. As I was walking to the bus as usual, a truck with two men passed by, with the head of the passenger sticking out as he called to me. He said words like cute and pretty and I flipped him off. My heart was racing but I kept eye contact with him as his face fell into a kind of dumb stupor. The look of an excited boy who doesn’t understand why he’s gotten socks for Christmas. Later, I felt a panic. ‘What if they turn around? What if they kidnap me?’ It may have been an overreaction, but the fact that those possibilities enter my mind when I’m just walking on the sidewalk shows that this beautiful country isn’t as beautiful as it seems.

I shouldn’t have to carry a whistle in my bag. (Even though my best Ecuadorian friend tells me, even if you blew that whistle, no one would do anything. That is my culture.) I shouldn’t have to think about all the possible ways to defend myself with the rocks and shards of glass on the sidewalk.

I started a “Cat Call Count” on my computer, but lost count after I lost my spirit. I didn’t want to tally the honks and the “complements” anymore.

I know blonde people are a little scarce in this country, but it is no excuse to treat me like some zoo animal. The stares and shouts are unwanted and they don’t even notice.

– AKB

Location: Quito, Ecuador

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“I made the assumption that I was in a safe place”

February 13, 2014 By Contributor

Trigger Warning

I’m a young woman in my early twenties. I was at party and at close friends house where I I decided to crash in her room because I was intoxicated and wasn’t in any position to drive home. I made the assumption that I was in a safe place since it was her house and people she was close with. She was in the room with me for a while, but after she left I woke up to find my shorts being removed and trying to push a guy, whom I had only met earlier that night, off of me. The only people, other than anyone reading this blog, who know are my counselor and one of my friends who insists it wasn’t his fault because he, too, was intoxicated.

– Anonymous

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“I really hope that all street harassment comes to an end”

February 13, 2014 By Contributor

Hello, I just wanted to share a couple of my experiences of street harassment:

When I was younger (about 13 yrs) I was walking with my mom to a gas station nearby, while we were crossing a parking lot, a pick up truck came from behind us and drove in a circle around us a few times.They never tried to talk to us, they just circled slowly and then drove away.

Another time (I was about 16 at this point) I was walking home with a friend and my brother, we crossed the same parking lot and these guys pulled up in a car and one of them shouted “show us your tits!”

I was just shocked and ignored them, my friend yelled “f*** you!” , the guy said, “Show us your tits” again and yelled a couple of other things. (I don’t remember what), they eventually gave up and drove off.
These experiences made me feel uncomfortable and like I’m only seen as only an object instead of a human being. I really hope that all street harassment comes to an end.

Love and best wishes to all the women and men out there who know what it feels like to experience any type of harassment.

– Anonymous

Location: Parking lot

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“This is a form of aggression that ruins my whole day”

February 13, 2014 By Contributor

When I walk out to do my grocery shopping I have to hear how “tasty” I look, although I dress modestly and not revealing at all to go to the market. I also hear how much “they’d be able to make a fine job with me to put a smile on my face”. Every time this happens, I hold my keys a little tighter, holding in the indignation I feel for his complete entitlement of judging if I am appealing to him or not.

I do not leave the house any longer without any kind of music playing in my ears because this is a form of aggression that ruins my whole day.

– Ana

Location: São Paulo, Brazil

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