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The Bahamas: Small Islands and Good MANners (Part 2)

January 26, 2015 By Correspondent

Alicia Wallace, Nassau, The Bahamas, Blog Correspondent

Via Hollaback! Appalachian Ohio

In Part I, we explored street harassment and the resistance of Bahamians to respond to the evolution of society due to increased population and lived experience of women living in The Bahamas. I used the example of my first memory of street harassment which caused fear and shame. In Part II, we’ll delve into the differences between the Bahamian man’s experience and that of the Bahamian women. The Bahamian affinity for good manners will be weighed against the safety – if only by perception – of Bahamian women.

Bahamian men move through life with a tremendous amount of unrecognized privilege. They are concerned about their egos, manners and courtesies extended to them, and the subsequent feelings they inspire. They are unaware of – or simply unmoved by – the perpetual fear plaguing women simply for existing in a world where men dominate in the physical sphere. They are unfamiliar with a woman’s thought process as she approaches them, or any area where they could be lurking.

What am I wearing?

Can I run in these shoes?

Is he looking at me?

Where are my keys?

Place keys between my fingers.

Swivel safeguard on mace and place index finger on the trigger.

Dial someone’s cellphone number and keep thumb near the call button.

Do not drop any of these essential tools.

Look behind without looking like I’m looking behind.

Shoulders back, head up, eyes looking every which way.

Walk quickly – don’t run – and only on balls of feet so no one hears heels clicking.

Clutch bag tightly, but be prepared to toss it at any minute.

Get in the car quickly, lock all the doors, and start the engine. Don’t worry about the things in your lap right now.

Drive like hell.

Breathe.

Develop the plan for arrival.

Bahamian men are completely unable to reconcile their feelings and expectations of attention with the everyday lived experience of Bahamian women. They can’t begin to understand why any of this is necessary, and how it could even begin to excuse the outright refusal of women to give freely of their time and conversation. They’re steeped in their own experiences.

Bahamians are friendly people.

This is a small place.

My grammy taught me to speak to people when I see them. Anything different is just rude.

Bahamian women are too stuck up.

They don’t want no black man, and they don’t want no Bahamian man.

They think they’re too good for us.

They don’t appreciate how nice we are. We just want to say hello. Give them compliments.

Bahamian women look good! What’s so bad about that?

It’s easy for men to touch fists with other men, known or unknown to them. It’s not at all difficult to give a head nod or an “Erryting cool” to a man they’ve never seen before. They don’t have to know each other to be cordial. There’s a reason for this, but they don’t see it.

What’s the difference?

Power. It all boils down to the power differential. Between men, the playing field is fairly level. They generally have the same strength and abilities, neither holding any more power to cause harm to the other. A man can be relatively certain that another man saying “Sup?” is doing nothing more than acknowledging his existence and the exchange will end at will.

In the case of a man and a woman, there is an imbalance of power due to biological differences. Generally speaking, women can be overpowered by men. Women can be violently assaulted by men. A woman has no idea where an exchange can lead, and has little power to stop it. For this reason, many women choose not to engage at all.

Bahamian men fail to understand that this is not an affront to good manners or common courtesy. It’s survival.

The issue cannot be framed by the person in the position of power based on his own intent. That intent, however noble, is not apparent to the person with the least amount of power. All a Bahamian woman can tell you for certain is how it makes her feel when she is catcalled, followed, or otherwise greeted, and this is, in fact, what truly matters. The impact is of greater consequence than the intent.

It’s not the job of a woman to consider the feelings of a strange man she fears could wrestle her to the ground, drag her by her hair, and sexually assault her. Rather, it is the responsibility of a man to consider the way he is perceived, control his reaction to being ignored, and modify his behavior. If he is truly concerned about good manners and common courtesy, the Bahamian man will understand the position of the Bahamian woman, and he will act accordingly.

Good manners may make you feel good, but behaving in ways that minimize fear and increase access to public space for women should make you feel better. At the end of the day, it’s not about you, Bahamian man. It’s about the impact you have on the Bahamian women you claim you love, honor, and respect.

Alicia is a freelance writer and public educator in Nassau, Bahamas. You can connect with her on Twitter (@_AliciaAudrey and on her blog.

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The Bahamas: Small Islands and Good MANners (Part 1)

January 26, 2015 By Correspondent

Alicia Wallace, Nassau, The Bahamas, Blog Correspondent

Hollaback! Bahamas, International Anti-Street Harassment Week 2014

The first time I was street harassed, I was with my mother, wearing a plaid jumper, and 8 years old. It was terrifying, embarrassing, and guilt-inducing. My mother was furious, but I couldn’t tell whether the object of her rage was the creepy 30-something man or me.

“That’s a pretty girl, eh?”

My chest overheated and I froze. Something about it wasn’t right.

“Whatchu sayin’ mother-in-law. I wan’ marry your daughter.”

I looked at her, but quickly realized that was a bad call.

“Get in the car!” she roared.

I did, my head down, legs shaking, wishing my father was there because, surely, this would not have happened in his presence. Men may have looked when his back was turned, but no one had ever dared to say anything. To be honest, my memory and telling of this story is probably colored by my innocence, shock, and youth at the time, but that is, without prejudice, what happened.

Not much has changed since then. My mother doesn’t have to drive me everywhere, I don’t wear a school uniform, and there’s a 2 in front of that 8, but things are basically still the same. The feminist in me hates the truth in it, much less to admit it, but I always wish for the presence of my father or my brother when I’m harassed. They are still my protectors. They are still my best prevention tactic. In the eyes of the world at large, I am still only made safe, only honored, only protected, only of value and worth because of my relationship to men. Black men. Tall men. Thick men. Men with beards. Men with deep voices. Men with an authoritative walk. A powerful voice. A monopoly on strength. Testosterone. Oozing heterosexuality. Prone to violence. Voted most likely to bust a cap in someone for their woman – be she a mother, wife, daughter, or girlfriend – at the drop of a hat.

I’m not the only person who ever had that experience. I’ve had conversations with people of different ages and races about street harassment and how it made them feel. I spoke, as Director of Hollaback! Bahamas to a group of 8-12 year old girls about street harassment, and watched with horror as they each raised their hands in answer to the question, “How many of you have experienced street harassment?”

In The Bahamas, there’s an idea that girls only experience street harassment and other acts of sexual violence because their behavior or presentation is inappropriate. Her skirt is too short. She’s wearing too much lip gloss. Her mother was “like that”. Ain’ no daddy in that house. She likes grown people’s conversations too much. She walks “too slack”. She, she, she, she, she.

There’s also the overriding idea that people must be courteous, and this means speaking to everyone you see or pass. It’s not unusual for people to say a general “Good morning” when entering an occupied space which includes doctors’ offices, classrooms, banks, stores, and buses. This extends to the street, people greeting one another in passing on sidewalks.

The capital of this archipelago of islands, Nassau, is 21×7 miles. It is, indeed, a little rock. There was a time when all of its inhabitants – like other islands – were connected. People reprimanded children walking by after the school had rung because they knew it was so-and-so’s son or daughter. Those days, however, are a relic of the past, no matter how tightly anyone tries to hold onto it. The population of this country is reaching for 400,000, and I’d venture to guess that one-third of it lives in Nassau. This little rock is densely populated, and the degrees of separation have increased and decreased the likelihood that we can identify one another as Miss Madeline’s grandson or the tuck shop lady’s son-in-law. As a result, common courtesy is a bit less common, and there are many who continue to fight this change, seeing it as a plague brought by a rebellious generation. This, of course, is false.

Let’s take a moment to reflect on the memory of an 8 year old girl in her elementary school uniform, crossing the street with her mother. Think of the fear she felt when a man her father’s age spoke of marrying her. Feel her shame when her mother shouted at her to get in the car. Cary the weight of the blame she carried for years, and the burden of trying to make sure it never happened again. How could she find the balance between exercising her good manners and “keeping herself to herself”? No little girl should ever have to navigate this terrain, but for many Bahamian girls, this is a part of growing. There is little choice, and decisions have to be made. That 8 year old girl shouldn’t have to act based on expectations of good manners rather than her own safety, confidence, and comfort, the problem is not that little girl. Let’s face it. Those things are mutually exclusive.

We’ll explore the real reason for the evolution of societal interaction in Part II.

Alicia is a freelance writer and public educator in Nassau, Bahamas. You can connect with her on Twitter (@_AliciaAudrey and on her blog.

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USA: “Unwilling Undressing”

January 19, 2015 By Correspondent

Dr. Dena Simmons, New York City, USA, Blog Correspondent

By the time I arrive to my apartment,
I am already undressed,
my clothes,
scattered along Metropolitan Avenue.
The man in the brown business suit,
standing in front of Step-In Lounge starts
with my rubber rain boots,
one
by
one,
until another man cuts him off,
ripping my pants from my body
when he jerks off
at the sight of my thighs.
Right by Uno’s Bar and Grill,
another man peels off my shirt
with his “Take my number.”
In only panties and a bra now, I walk in the rain.
Before I know it,
a gang of teenage boys hiss at me,
leaving me
naked.
I look back at the trail my clothes have created
at each objectifying comment, and
like Hanzel and Gretel,
who used white pebbles to lead them home,
I hurry to gather my clothes,
searching for my dignity
along
the
way.

Dr. Dena Simmons serves as the Associate Director of Education and Training at Yale’s Center for Emotional Intelligence. She is a recent graduate of Teachers College, Columbia University, where her research focused on teacher preparedness to address bullying in the middle school setting.

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Australia: Was #IllRideWithYou Worth It?

January 18, 2015 By Correspondent

Tara Ashford, Canberra, Australia, SSH Blog Correspondent

On 15 December 2014, Man Haron Monis held eighteen people hostage in the middle of the Sydney. During the siege he forced several of the hostages to hold up a black flag with the shahādah on it in white lettering. Knowing and seeing that Muslims, especially women who wear the hijab or other religious garb, would likely experience an increase in street harassment, Tessa Kum created the hashtag #IllRideWithYou to express solidarity and offer what assistance she could to people feeling vulnerable. It trended globally on Twitter and all my friends were talking about it.

When the hashtag took off, opinions varied as to just what effect the hashtag was having. I know many of the first articles I saw referring to it had glowing praise for this ‘lesson in how to respond to terrorism’. That link showcases tweets from a number of Muslim people expressing the reassurance they took from seeing the hashtag, and indeed here’s another from lawyer Mariam Veiszadeh that describes some of her own experience of being visibly Muslim during this tragedy. On this measure, #IllRideWithYou is surely a success – its originator set out to offer some modicum of comfort, and that is what at least some people received.

However, there has also been no shortage of criticism as attention to this hashtag grew. These have come from two opposing directions. First up, there have been a few conservative politicians and commentators who contend that street harassment of Muslim women is not something that happens, or at least not with any frequency, and as such #IllRideWithYou is unnecessary and offensive. But, this point is not debateable. We know that street harassment is a major problem. We know that Muslim women, in particular, are subject to street harassment. And we know that Australia is no magical safe haven from racist and sexist abuse.

More worthy of our attention is criticism from members of the Muslim community. They seek to remind us that there are huge, insidious, systemic issues at play here, and we haven’t even come close to addressing the prejudices and hate that lead to street harassment. Some people lumped these criticisms in with the first group as ‘haters’ who ‘aren’t helping’. But that’s a mistake. In amongst the pride and satisfaction of feeling like we have made a contribution, we need to be reminded that a hashtag is not enough. We need to join in with the conversation that demands more. I disagree with those who would call #IllRideWithYou hollow, but there is truth in the sentiment that this is not a solution. I think that’s okay though. Few people using the hashtag set out to solve street harassment and discrimination, and so long as we remember that there is still a big problem that needs solving, we can also take joy in having made a positive contribution to our community.

It is clear to me that #IllRideWithYou has had a positive impact on many people – making them feeling safer when the tide of misogyny and islamophobia would have them forced out of public spaces with a million micro- and not so micro-aggressions. But the other step we need to take when we look back on this phenomenon, a truly vital step, is to consider the costs. There has been suggestion that some, in their ill-thought-out attempts to help, may approach people in public and put inappropriate pressure on them to ride together. In such an ungoverned and impromptu movement this seems inevitable to me, and creating a different kind of street harassment is certainly a cost. Likewise, in the link above, Tessa Kum has spoken about the overwhelming demands for interviews and massive amounts of aggressive harassment that people have directed at her after her coining of the hashtag. This personal cost has not changed her mind about the necessity of expressing compassion and solidarity in the way that she did, but it too is an important consideration for us when looking at the ongoing effects of #IllRideWithYou. Doubtless that strain will be with her longer than a fleeting hashtag.

This was not a huge organised campaign against street harassment and bigotry. In the scheme of things, a hashtag is just a small gesture. But small can still be valuable. If we have learnt one thing from street harassment, it’s that one interaction can flavour an entire day. It is my belief that #IllRideWithYou won’t continue as a massive movement for change, it won’t be a singular triumph in the history of Australian race relations or gender equality. But for at least a few days, people around Australia had days that tasted of solidarity and support. In France, where the recent attack on the Charlie Hebdo headquarters left journalists and cartoonists dead and communities growing more divided, #VoyageAvecMoi appeared briefly, although to much less fanfare and uptake. Strangers supporting each other is not new. If we take the time to shoulder part of the burden, we can make sure that the respect and compassion of strangers continues to be a roadblock to public hatred and street harassment.

Tara works with AWAVA (the Australian Women Against Violence Alliance) indulging her love of social media. You can find her on Twitter as @angelbird72 or @Tash_Because or being silly as one half of the ‘slice-of-life’ podcast Heaps Funny But.

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Kenya: He Mistook My Kindness for Weakness

January 15, 2015 By Correspondent

Linnet Nyawira Mwangi, Kisumu, Kenya, SSH Blog Correspondent

Image via Kenya Talks

Last week I had an interview with a client for my TV show and I was running out of time due to heavy traffic and as soon as I arrived in town, I decided to take the shortest route to the meeting point. I wish I just followed the route I was used to.  As I passed through a bus stage, a short middle aged man who had the responsibility of ensuring the vehicles were quickly boarded said hi to me. I have always believed in responding to greetings from strangers, I mean it is only fair to say hello back to someone since they put in some effort to acknowledge your presence, and as some say, “greetings are from God.” So, as usual I said hello back and quickly walked past him. Little did I know he had every intention of following me.

He caught up with and his comments followed one after the other. “You are very beautiful. Where are you from? Where are you going? Can I escort you?”  All this time I was silent praying to God that this man would just vanish and let me be. As I was about to cross the road, he grabbed my hand and told me “siste si uniwachie hata namba nikutafte kama hutaki kubonga saa hii”. This translates to “sister, give me your number so that I can look for you later if you do not want to talk right now.”

I quickly shoved him to the side and crossed the road only to find him right behind me. This was getting creepy and luckily there was a supermarket and I quickly went in and took the back exit. I looked at my watch and I was thirty minutes late. Looking at my phone, three missed calls from the client. I found my way to the meeting point and the receptionist told me that he had left. On trying his phone, he told me he would contact me when he was free again.

I sat down and wondered how this would happen, how many people had lost opportunities because somebody somewhere had delayed their destiny? I blamed myself for having responded to his greetings. If I had not, I would have met the client on time and the interview would be a success. Do people have to mistake other people’s kindness for weaknesses?

I therefore decided that I would never say hello back to anybody in town whom I have no intention of holding a conversation with.  Well, that is my way of handling street harassment, stay focused on where I am going. Ignore. Ignore and ignore.  This is because some remarks made by these harassers can make you lose your temper and feel the need to exchange words with them in order to justify maybe your way of dressing or in relation to any comment they make about you and we all know that this can get ugly since most of these harassers you cannot reason with and they would end up getting violent. As we have seen in some countries, they strip our women for talking back at them. Be safe.

Linnet is a student at Maseno University in Kisumu, Kenya pursuing a bachelor’s degree in sociology with IT. Follow her on Twitter @Shantel_lyn and Facebook @lynnette Shantellah.

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