
#MeToo. Now What? | Jenny Fan Raj
How might we turn a hashtag into lasting social change? The revelations keep coming, descriptions of sexual harassment and assault both disgusting and horrifyingly
How might we turn a hashtag into lasting social change? The revelations keep coming, descriptions of sexual harassment and assault both disgusting and horrifyingly
I still remember my lessons. I don’t have enough earthquake to break apart these fault lies, shake off the charm school quiet. The first
Oh father how you crowd so close in this cold barn. How you sweat at fences and your breaking ice for horses.
A taxidermist, he fills my body With stiffening thoughts To keep me from running away.
you almost forgot that after it happens, friends abandon you all at once without a word everyone at the same time is too busy or
my step mother said she’d feel nothing if she were raped her daughters turned away from her my mother said something terrible happened
he found me there summer seven, undressing into a sequined slip from ‘30; left me big red bites like the bees outside.
I have procrastinated about writing this to you for 45 years. Even now, my heart is pounding and my foot is tapping. I am angry
We speak of this over decaf coffee, over countless afternoons as the sunlight simmers, as the shadows stretch slowly like a cat across the carpet…