Meeresbande Zine #2, S. 58 – To stop child rape and violence, revolution is necessary + Yesterday I cried
To stop child rape and violence, revolution is necessary
We were raped and tortured as children. And I really don’t see any way to stop those people who did it. I just don’t see it. I don’t even have any proof that something actually happened (they knew what they were doing and how to do it without leaving physical evidence), nor do I know anything that could help in exposing them. And even if I did – it is clear that most people would rather look the other way than face the horrible and distasteful truth of what happened – especially since it would mean that the bystanders would also be exposed as enablers of the most horrible crimes that can be committed against individuals* – it is clear that this society would not be on our side and that any attempt to stop those criminals would endanger me and other victims and survivors more than it would help.
We can not rely on the media, police or justice systems for help. The only thing we can - and will - do, is to help change the whole society. There must be a complete break with all of those things, the overt and covert violence that constitutes this society, the cowardice and hypocrisy, the institutionalized looking-away and protection of the perpetrators, just like there should have been after the second world war (in germany). Society must be broken down and reinvented, built up from the ground. I see no other way to stop rapes and other crimes against children, adults and nonhumans. *as opposed to genocide, for example, and with the possible exception of murder
A poem by Iyanla Vanzant from the book 'Yesterday I Cried': Yesterday I cried I came home, went straight to my room, sat on the edge of my bed, kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra, and I had myself a good cry. I'm telling you, I cried until my nose was running all over the silk blouse I got on sale. I cried until my ears were hot. I cried until my head was hurting so bad that I could hardly see the pile of soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet. I want you to understand, I had myself a really good cry yesterday. Yesterday, I cried, For all the days that I was too busy, too tired or too mad, to cry. I cried for all the days, and all the ways, and all the times I had dishonored, disrespected and disconnected my Self from myself, only to have it reflected back to me in the ways others did to me the same things I had already done to myself. I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen; for all the things I had asked for that had yet to show up; for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away to people in circumstances, which left me feeling empty, and battered and plain old used. I cried because there really does come a time when the only thing left for you to do is cry. Yesterday I cried. I cried because little boys get left by their daddies; and little girls get forgotten by their mommies; and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave; and mommies get left, so they get mad. I cried because I had a little boy, and because I was a little girl, and because I was a mommy who didn't know what to do, and because I wanted my daddy to be there for me so badly until I ached. Yesterday, I cried. I cried because I hurt. I cried because I was hurt. I cried because hurt has no place to go except deeper into the pain that caused it in the first place, and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up. I cried because it was too late. I cried because it was time. I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know that my soul knew everything I needed to know. I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good. It felt so very very bad. And in the midst of my crying, I felt my freedom coming, Because Yesterday, I Cried With An Agenda.