White= individuals who died as a result of violent acts.
yellow= survivors of domestic violence and other forms of physical assault
Red, Pink or Orange= survivors of rape or sexual assault
Blue, Green= Survivors of incest or child hood sexual abuse
Purple or Lavender= individuals attacked due to sexual orientation
Black=for individuals who became disabled as a result of an attack or where attacked because they are disabled
Gray= survivors of verbal and or emotion abuse
Brown=Survivors of spiritual abuse
The gong is struck to indicate someone is being battered. Women are battered every 10-12 second in the United States, The whistle is being blown to indicate a reported rape. Keep in mind that most rapes are not reported. Every minute of every day more than one woman reports being raped in this country. The bell is rung to indicate that a woman has been killed in a violent attack. In the United States 3 to 4 women are killed by their lovers or husbands each day....
these sounds create and interesting atmosphere as you walk around and read these stories. To think that not all of these things are reported is even more astounding to me.
I realize this is kind of a sad topic but I feel like there needs to be a little more awareness. Not because I have ever been abused. I don't think I've ever been abuse only teased. I am blessed in my life and blessed to know the people I know. That doesn't mean I don't see the abuse, it doesn't mean I don't know it exists but I think it gave me an excuse to ignore the problem. In my anthropology class we were told to write just a one page summary of feelings and ideas that we got from this project and I wanted to keep mine around. So here it is. Please remember it is one persons opinion and that you should form one of your own even if it is one that is completely different than mine.
The Clothesline Project is always a
hard thing for me to go to, not because I've experienced violence or abuse to
myself in my life, but because it’s not something I personally like to dwell
on. I am always very overwhelmed by the
sear amounts of shirts that are hanging up. I remember going a while ago and
its crazy how many more there were. I actually read in the school newspaper
that there are an average of one hundred fifty to two hundred shirts that get
added to the huge collection each semester.
That is a sad thought in itself. Two hundred people a year or a semester
making shirts. That is showing the people who are willing to acknowledge that
they were abused and willing to share what happened. I can’t imagine going
through anything like that in my life.
One of
the things that gets me the most are the sounds that they have going on while
you are walking around reading the shirts. It makes the atmosphere seem
reverent, and then when you read what they mean it strikes you how this isn't just in our community, this is a worldwide problem. The noise, for me, is the thing that I tried
to ignore, not that I really could. Every time a bell rang my heart would hurt
a little more. To think of all of those poor women who thought these men loved
them, thought these men would take care of and provide for them, instead they
are raped, battered, or even killed. I have to wonder why a woman would stick
around if a guy is abusing her, but then I’ve seen it. Not physical abuse but
verbal. My friend has depression so he feels like not very many people care or
love him, so when he got a girlfriend she could do anything under the son to
the poor guy and he would stick around because for some reason he believed that
she loved him, that she cared. For her it was more of a power play, at least
from what I saw. Who knows maybe she just didn't know how to handle someone who
cared for her. It is just a sad and depressing situation all around.
I read
many t-shirts that said forgiving things or confident things. They said things like
“you did this to me, you hurt me, but if you hadn't I wouldn't be the woman
that I am now.” Others were like “Dad I don’t think I’ll ever understand why,
but I forgive you because you are my dad and I love you.” Those people who
write things like that are my hero and example in life. Forgiveness is one of
the hardest things in life to accomplish and I think it’s even harder when you
know the person, and you know the person is supposed to love and care for you.
These people are true warriors in life. I believe that and I found myself
wishing I could talk to these people and let them know that even though these
bad things happened to them they are good people.
This
topic is not brought up enough in this world. It isn't talked or discussed. It
is a taboo on conversation, but it should be. I wonder if it was talked about
more if people would be more willing to go get help if they are abused or
raped. People who are abused need to know that it isn't their fault these
things are happening to them, that it is the other persons actions that are bad
not theirs. The thing is this topic make brings an uncomfortable feeling to the
room and into people’s hearts, if you ignore it, you won’t feel uncomfortable.
This is an “out of sight out of mind” type thing in my opinion. No one really
wants to hear these truly devastating stories but if no one hears them they can’t
be fixed and no one gets the help they need, or even want.
