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Blog for Sofia Quintero aka Black Artemis. Ivy League homegirl. Novelist. Filmmaker. Cultural activist. Part-time comedienne. Media literacy maverick, Urban goddess. Unapologetic dilettante. Cancer warrioress.
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Thursday, April 11, 2013
The Harassment That Wasn't and What It Taught Me about the Interdependence of Misogyny and Racism
I have been experiencing street harassment since I was about 11 years old. As I walked down the street, grown men would make comments about my appearance, ranging from the mild to the crass. Sometimes it was annoying, often times it was frightening. While I was taught such things as to never accept a drink I had not seen poured and to stand up for myself if someone insulted me, no one ever showed me how to deal with unwanted "compliments" that left me feeling violated rather than appreciated.
As I experimented with ways to respond to such unwanted interactions, it was painful to learn that there was no such thing as the correct response. Whether I ignored the comments, challenged them or even attempted to educate with loving intent to the harasser on why his behavior was unwelcomed, I took a big risk in escalating this situation instigated by the simple act of being a woman who dared deigned to enter public space. Nothing I did or failed to do was going to prevent it from happening or ensuring that the encounter remained verbal. Neither my peace of mind nor safety was in my hands. For all the excuses that people make for street harassment, the simple fact a person can be forced into an undesired interaction with no other option than to bear it is evidence of a power imbalance. The person who is targeted by the harasser has no true recourse. She's damned if she does, damned if she doesn't.
The only thing that seems to work is collective intervention. That is, when others - men and women alike - rally around the person who is being targeted and communicates to the perpetrator that they won't abide by that behavior. Unfortunately, we are so fearful of becoming targets ourselves, such an intervention is not as common as it should be.
I remain haunted by past experiences of street harassment. As much as I understand intellectually that nothing I could've done would've sufficed, internalized sexism has a tight grip on the spirit. And so oes internalized racism for one of the most haunting experiences of negotiating the politics of the pavement involved the time I wasn't harassed.
Here is that story and what I learned from it.
As I experimented with ways to respond to such unwanted interactions, it was painful to learn that there was no such thing as the correct response. Whether I ignored the comments, challenged them or even attempted to educate with loving intent to the harasser on why his behavior was unwelcomed, I took a big risk in escalating this situation instigated by the simple act of being a woman who dared deigned to enter public space. Nothing I did or failed to do was going to prevent it from happening or ensuring that the encounter remained verbal. Neither my peace of mind nor safety was in my hands. For all the excuses that people make for street harassment, the simple fact a person can be forced into an undesired interaction with no other option than to bear it is evidence of a power imbalance. The person who is targeted by the harasser has no true recourse. She's damned if she does, damned if she doesn't.
The only thing that seems to work is collective intervention. That is, when others - men and women alike - rally around the person who is being targeted and communicates to the perpetrator that they won't abide by that behavior. Unfortunately, we are so fearful of becoming targets ourselves, such an intervention is not as common as it should be.
I remain haunted by past experiences of street harassment. As much as I understand intellectually that nothing I could've done would've sufficed, internalized sexism has a tight grip on the spirit. And so oes internalized racism for one of the most haunting experiences of negotiating the politics of the pavement involved the time I wasn't harassed.
Here is that story and what I learned from it.
Friday, April 05, 2013
Feminist Film Moment - The Accused
THE ACCUSED (1998)
(Note: If this post is your first encounter
with my Feminist Film Moment postings, kindly read the rules of engagement before reading, commenting, etc.)
Written by Tom Topor
Directed by Jonathan Kaplan
Synopsis: A rape survivor and her prosecutor go
after the men who cheered on the assault.
Moment: Prosecutor Kathryn Murphy apologizes
to Sarah Tobias for cutting a plea deal and offers her a chance to tell her
story.
Trigger Warning: Reference To Rape
Rationale:
Based
loosely on the story of Cheryl
Araujo, The Accused was arguably
the first Hollywood picture to deal honestly with the way rape survivors are
victimized by the criminal justice system.
As such it has several obvious feminist moments.
I
selected this one because it isn’t obvious.
The film does a good job of showing the multiple ways in which classism
throws a kink in the wheels of justice, and one way is by delineating the class
differences between survivor Sarah and prosecutor Kathryn. At the start of the
film, Kathryn is an ambitious by-the-book attorney for the state and agrees to
a plea deal without consulting Sara because she has brought into the notion
that Sara – a working-class woman with a criminal history who was drunk and
high at the time of the assault – wouldn’t make a sympathetic enough
victim. After Sara confronts Kathryn for
selling her out, Kathryn seeks another way to achieve justice for Sara.
So this
is what I appreciate about this less-than-obvious feminist moment. Here is a woman of privilege – socio-economic
privilege – who not only admits that she was wrong, she finds a way to make it
right. In a great scene before this one, after having her change of
consciousness, Kathryn takes on the men in her office. For her to go from
aligning herself with the patriarchal system that failed Sarah to vowing to
expose the district attorney’s corruption if they stop her from prosecuting the
men who cheered rather than stopped the rape for criminal solicitation is one
of the film’s obvious feminist moments.
But for
Kathryn to go to Sara and apologize to her is also a feminist moment. It’s a
good cinematic example of allyship -- using one’s privilege to do the right
thing even at risk to one’s immediate self-interest. It’s also a depiction of
the power of sincere apology and corrective action. Kathryn could’ve been incredibly righteous
about finally doing the right thing, but she didn’t go there. She comes humble
and doesn’t expect Sarah to give her cookies for doing the right thing. And that
personal gesture – and the spirit behind it – is just as important as her
political one.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Feminist Film Moment - Freeway
FREEWAY (1996)
(Note: If this post is your first encounter with my
Feminist Film Moment postings, kindly read the rules of
engagement before reading, commenting, etc.)
Written and Directed by Matthew Bright
Cast: Reese Witherspoon, Keifer Sutherland
Cast: Reese Witherspoon, Keifer Sutherland
Synopsis: Little Red Riding Hood and Reese Witherspoon like you’ve never seen
either before.
Moment: Vanessa
gets the upper hand on her would-be rapist.
TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE AND REFERENCES
TO SEXUAL ASSAULT
Rationale:
To hell with waiting on some woodsman!
Finally a version of Little Red Riding
Hood where she fights back against the big bad wolf and prevails! Vanessa
is on her way to her grandmother’s house when she hitches a ride with Bob who
unbeknownst to her is the Freeway Killer. He gains her trust, makes her reveals
intimate details of her life and then turns on her. But homegirl’s not going
out like that. There’s another great scene later where Vanessa revels in how
she whooped that rapist ass, but you’re going to have to get your hands on the
flick to see that. If you like your humor dark and your fairy tales edgy,
you’ll enjoy this flick.
Today's Reese Witherspoon's birthday. Happy birthday, Reese. Thank you for all the Feminist Film Moments. If you look at her career, there's quite a few of 'em.
Today's Reese Witherspoon's birthday. Happy birthday, Reese. Thank you for all the Feminist Film Moments. If you look at her career, there's quite a few of 'em.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Feminist Film Moment - I Like It Like That
I LIKE IT LIKE THAT (1994
(Note: If this post is your first encounter with my
Feminist Film Moment postings, kindly read the rules of
engagement before reading, commenting, etc.)
Written and Directed by Darnell Martin
Cast: Lauren Velez, Jon Seda, Griffin Dunne
Synopsis: When her husband gets arrested, stay-at-home mother Lisette finds a job –
and a new sense of herself – that shakes up her family.
Moment: Chino
defies his homeboys when they urge him to hit his wife.
Rationale:
I’m
undecided as to whether or not an ultimate goal of feminism should be to eradicate
all gender constructions such as femininity and masculinity. I’m pretty
confident, however, that part of the feminist enterprise is to recreate
masculinities that are not predicated on patriarchal pillars. One such pillar
is violence, and that brings me to today’s Feminist Film Moment. When Chino
suspects that his wife Lisette cheated on him with her boss, his boys are quick
to suggest that he regulate her with a public beating. Chino’s flawed, no question, but he doesn’t get down like
that. The fact that he resists the
pressure to hit his wife at all – never mind in front of crowd of men that
believes she has it coming – is a profound act of resistance. And given the dangerously pervasive myth that
Latino and working-class men are somehow more violent than those of other
socioeconomic backgrounds, this moment is full of intersectional win. Daps to
writer and director Darnell Martin creating this image and one of my mentors Lillian
Jimenez for pointing it out to me.
Oh, and on another note, nice to see a movie where the gossips are men because, you know, they're not beyond it. They just call it networking or some shit like that.
Oh, and on another note, nice to see a movie where the gossips are men because, you know, they're not beyond it. They just call it networking or some shit like that.
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Friday, March 15, 2013
Feminist Film Moment - Sex and the City
SEX AND
THE CITY (2008)
(Note: If this post is your first encounter with my
Feminist Film Moment postings, kindly read the rules of engagement before reading, commenting,
etc.)
Written by Michael Patrick King based on the TV
series created by Darren Star which is based on the book by Candace Bushnell
Directed by Michael Patrick King
Synopsis: Big leaves Carrie at the
altar, but enough about those two…
Moment: Samantha breaks up with Smith.
Rationale:
We can debate the overall feminist bona fides of Sex and the City. I liked the show but
was no stan ‘cause I could relate to this popular foursome just so much. (Fans
will say that the women on this show talk about sex and relationships like real
women. Meh. My contention is that Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha speak
the way wealthy White gay men think straight White women who aspire to affluence speak.) That said, the movie, and the show
aren’t without moments that make me say, “Yaaas!”
This is one of those moments. Let me break down why Samantha’s break up
with Smith is no little thing. Bad enough women are socialized to feel
inadequate if they don’t have romantic partners, those of a middle age are
particularly vulnerable to negative messages about their waning desirability.
It’s the reason why they’re at once pressured to become cougars and then
ridiculed if they actually succeed in sleeping with or even forging substantive
emotional connections to younger men. (The many layers of fuckedupedness
shrouding the term cougar is a post
in its own right although I’m sure some other feminists have nailed it
already.) According to these pressures, Samantha must be dysfunctional to not be happy with Smith.
But unhappy she was. Enough that she had to go. And
Samantha leaves the relationship with no guarantee of what she will find. All
she has is faith that who she is in her own right – that is, independent of her
relationship status – will make prove the decision wise. That’s a powerful
message for all people but especially women who are constantly told that being with the
wrong man is better than having no man at all (shout out to the heterosexist assumption, too.)
The fact that Samantha is almost fifty when she
chooses to break it off with a man who’s deemed highly desirable (on both meaningful
and superficial criteria) instead of settling for less than fulfillment and
sparring with women half her age to protect what’s “hers” makes it that more
potent.
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