My roommates and I went to see a friend’s band play in a
hotel lobby down on South Beach this weekend. I’ve never quite been anywhere
like South Beach. It brought on an onslaught of thoughts and feelings for me.
As I sat outside with my housemates, waiting for another friend who had the car
to take us home, I witnessed a handful of moments that simultaneously turned my
stomach and put me into a very specific “Sarah mode”.
Last night, in such a new way, I was witnessing women
being approached and exploited because of physical and sexual intentions, with
men feeling confident in their position to do so, and with the women in a mindset
to accept it. It was a very confusing place for me to be. The emotions that I
can associate with last night are of simply of utmost concern and sadness. Last
night I was reminded in a new and scary way of something that instantly makes
my heart race, and one in which I believe I will be living the rest of my life
trying to counter. What a sick and infuriating view of masculinity and
femininity we hold onto in our society. What a manipulative power struggle and
perception of worth that exists.
It becomes alarming and honestly terrifying when we start to
deconstruct and manipulate an understanding of one another into what is “right”,
“normal”, “expected”, or “natural”. When a decision is made that women need to
be this and men need to be that. That women are frail, needing to be led, are
naïve or lack wisdom and ability, are approached first and foremost for their
physical nature, that they can be seen as lesser, as well as greater in varying
circumstances. That men must be defined by strength and power, that they are
less loving and compassionate, that they are seen as domineering, that they
must lead, that they also can be seen as lesser, as well as greater in varying
circumstances. That there can be no overlap, interconnections, or spilling over
into allowing people to be people…into allow them the opportunity to live out
and bless the world with who they are and what they have to offer, without
being limited to how they may have been gendered.
All of these limiting, and many times incorrect,
understandings are hurtful and restricting. These understandings of power and
worth that exist between men and women have serious, dangerous, harmful flaws.
Men and women are not the same…because people are not the same. It isn’t about your
gender. It isn’t about your sex. It isn’t about the genitals you were born
with. Each person on this earth is capable of buckets more than what fits into what
it “acceptable” and “understood” by gendered norms. Each person comes to be
themselves in so many ways…by who they are, which of course includes their gender, but who they are
and who they are capable of being is not confined
to an understanding of gender.
Men and women. People. Individuals who are equally capable
of having a capacity for wisdom, compassion, insight, kindness, strength,
humor, empathy, power, love, initiative. Individuals who all carry a story.
Individuals who are all seeking love and goodness in some way. Individuals who
love and are loved.
Last night I sat, dumbstruck and hurting, as I watched the
interactions between the women servicing themselves on the street and the men
who were seeking to be serviced. What is the perception these people have for
themselves? What is their perception of one another? I saw a man screaming at a
woman as he was trying to drag her down the street, threats spilling all over,
false understandings of power being used to scare and dominate as well as
oppress and belittle. As they were walking by, I lost it. This human being
speaking to another human being as though they were nothing…as though they were
so deserving of the way they were being treated. Without even thinking I began
to stand up and go towards them, wanting with all that I was to stop what I was
seeing. It was panic mode. It was an automatic response. It was me not being
able to stomach this treatment, the sick and terrifying understandings that people can hold for one another.
I don’t know what I was planning to do, really. It didn’t matter
to me. It just couldn’t be left there as if it were nothing…or worse, as if it
were normal or acceptable. As I shot up out of my seat to walk towards them, my
roommate grabbed my arm and didn’t let go. She firmly said over and over to sit
down, that it was dangerous, that the police were walking over at that moment
to deal with it, that I couldn’t do anything about it. What a terrifying
realization. I couldn’t do anything about it? But what can be done about it?
Because it is not okay. Because it cannot be seen as normal. This isn’t something that can be defined or understood simply. It is
big. It is the perception we hold for one another. It is the way we assume what
we are each capable of, unfortunately and infuriatingly, simply on the
recognition of something such as gender, which easily becomes definitive.
This issue, along with so many others, is big. They’re big
& they cause us to feel as though we can’t do a darn thing. But we can try,
can we not? We can make changes in our lives that affect our thoughts,
interactions, perceptions of those around us. We can recognize the inherent worth that we all hold, especially, for the love of goodness, regardless of our gender. To believe in that for ourselves and for others. We can be responsible for
ourselves to vow to try to change these things that exploit, demean, oppress,
or lessen people, in whatever way we are able. There is worth in that. I am
going to keep trying…and I want us to try together.
