In nearly every instance, I’m committed to nonviolence, but that doesn’t mean I can’t think about what I would like to see happen to a man who thinks grabbing a woman’s genitals isn’t sexual assault.
I would like to see someone grab him by the genitals and twist until they come off.
I would like to see him attacked as he walks to his car at night and then told it was his fault because his tie was too sexy or he shouldn’t have been alone in the parking garage at night or he looked suggestively at his attacker during Congressional testimony that afternoon. And then I would like to tell him myself that he should just get over it.
I would like to see him sent to a re-education camp staffed entirely by women who have survived sexual violence.
Would I actually do these things? No. But I can dream.
I am a survivor, and I am so deeply offended by the potential appointment of this miscreant to the office of Attorney General of the United States that all I can do is think about what I would like to see happen to him.
For me, the sexual violence began when I was just 3.
That’s right, I was still a toddler.
I have never known a time when my body was my own to do with as I pleased. I didn’t know what it was to say no to sexual advances, even as a little girl. My body belonged to my assailant until I was 11 and I finally found the courage to say no.
I later was raped as an adult, and I believe part of the reason was that I still wasn’t convinced my body really belonged to me. I have since decided it does, and that I will defend it.
So, I have some expertise in this area, and I have a few words for Mr. Sessions:
Until you have been objectified and grabbed because some man thinks he has a right to your body, you don’t have any idea what sexual assault does to a woman.
And, yes, grabbing a woman by the “pussy” is assault.
In nonviolence training, we’re taught that even touching someone can be classed as assault, so if I can be charged with assault for putting my hand on your shoulder, you certainly are guilty if you grab my lady parts — any of my lady parts.
You are not superior to me, nor do you have any rights over my body. You may think you do, but I’m telling you the only time I am even tempted to do violence to another human being is when a man thinks he has dominion over my body.
This means I will believe any woman who tells me she has been assaulted because even though there are cases of women lying, those cases are rare.
My body is mine and mine alone and neither you or any other man will tell me what I can or can not do with it. You will not touch me without my express permission. You will not tell me I can’t have birth control. You will not tell me I can’t choose to terminate a pregnancy.
These are my choices.
Women’s bodies are not pleasure palaces for your penis, Mr. Sessions. My “pussy” is mine, not yours or any other man’s. I will decide who can touch me and who can not. I will decide what happens with my body because I claim dominion over it.
We are not going back to the days when you could claim us as chattel. We are going to determine our own destinies.
We will decide when and if we want you to touch us in any way.
We will decide whether we want to bear children, and when.
We will have control over our lives and we will shun despicable characters such as you, Mr. Sessions.