“…And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was lyin’ still.
Said I gotta do something
About where we’re goin’…”
(Running to Stand Still by U2)
Like them or loath them, U2 are one of the most successful bands in the world and for me, this has always been one of my favourite U2 songs. From way before I was consciously feminist and vocal, the words of this song spoke to struggles, wars and heartaches I had going on deep inside my teenage self and beyond. Now… they speak to me as a woman in a much wider universal struggle. Now these words describe the perilous existence and the perceptible non-existence of women across this globe. These words describe the resilience of women…and isn’t it bloody well that we have resilience since we have been having the same conversations, asking the same questions, beating the same drums generation after generation after generation. When does it end?
I have to ask myself a question so often these days…
WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK???
We have a vulnerable woman living with mental illness who is manipulated and mocked by those supposed to protect #RIPDaraQuigley you sweet soul … We have the women of Ireland continuing to be treated as second class citizens in their own country through the lack of autonomy, respect and control over their own bodies #Repealthe8th …
We have sentences being handed down for sexual offences against women and children and men that range from suspended sentences to six months to 12 years – what is going on with our judicial system??? Where is the consistency??? It does not matter that it is a first offence, or that the offence will effect the perpetrator’s future prospects, or that the victim had 5 alcoholic drinks – the person responsible for the crime is the attacker. The message must be made clear that sexual assault and rape will not be tolerated in our society and the sentencing for these crimes must support this CONSISTENTLY.
We have the shameful and disgraceful legacy of Church and State Mother and Baby homes all over this country where, we all know, there are most likely more horror stories like Tuam awaiting discovery #TuamBabies And the leaders of our country, the politicans we elected and ourselves…we, the citizens of this State, continue to dishonour those children and their mothers by demanding that every single child and mother is accounted for and afforded a peaceful, dignified and deserving resting place…
And those are a mere few examples.
” …You gotta cry without weeping,
talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice… “
(Running to Stand Still by U2)
There have been times in my life when I have wondered what it’s truly like to be a man. I’ve thought lots of things…like does having a penis actually make you more powerful? Or is it just the fact that you go around stabbing people with it that gives you some sort of elevated sense of self worth? (Generalisation and choice of words here could be debated but you get my point) Why did men get to have a penis instead of women? Why do men seem to be in charge most of the time? Why does it seem like men, white middle aged men in fact, control EVERYTHING? Why couldn’t I have an opinion as a teenager without being called a bitch, bossy, fat cow (I am on the curvy spectrum but what the fuck has that got to do with it?), fat stupid bitch, know-it-all, whatever – your opinion doesn’t matter anyway? There was never the same extent of disdain for boys and their opinions…that baffled me. Why is it such a problem to hear a woman’s voice? To see a woman’s body? To acknowledge women’s autonomy and power in this world?
Fucked if I know!!
(I have an idea actually … privilege … but that’s a whole other box of frogs!!)