Wednesday, 3 February 2016

116. Sometimes it takes more than an angry facebook post.



I am wondering if you can spare a few hours for me? Actually, it is to help with a fear.  And with all fears, it is grounded in reality, and made worse by my imagination.  But let me explain my fear, and how you can help.

To understand my fear, one needs to understand marriage.  Marriage is not for the weak of heart, the demands that it places on a person, the challenges that you never thought you might face, are all part of the deal.  And this is one of those situations.
          Never in my life was I afraid of rape.  Yes, I knew that men could be raped, but I never personally worried about such.  And yes, I was outraged by women being raped, but it was never a fear.  That is, until I got married.
          Marriage is truly two people becoming as one.  What happens to Wanna, happens to me.  Don’t hand me that crap about co-dependency, when Wanna experiences a victory or a joy, I am elated.  When she suffers a loss, or other misery, I am saddened.  One of the worst periods of our marriage for me was when she had a peptic ulcer.  Not being able to do anything as she was in considerable pain is a misery I can wait to revisit.
          Thus, comes my fear of rape.

Wanna is mostly safe from rape.  I am not inclined towards violence, I know I talk a good talk, but when push comes to shove I really am non-violent.  So, she is mostly safe because I am not inclined to rape her.  The idea that most women are most prone to sexual violence with men they know, and in their own home, more than disturbs me.
          But, Wanna works downtown, and commutes by sky train.  There are times when she travels late in the evening.  Night time is always worse for me.  There are fewer people on the train, and the crime of rape is one that is done away from the prying eyes and helping hands of others.
          So, when I wait for her at the sky train station, and she is late, I worry.  If the trains are running slow, I worry.  If she was slow getting to the train, or stayed late at work, and thus arrives late, I worry.
          For I know that some asshole, who feels entitled, and takes the not subtle clues from our culture that it is okay to rape, may see her, and decide that she owes him.  And that tears me apart inside.

Is this simply wild fantasy?  No.  I know about the idea, or concept, of developing fears so that one’s anxiety has a place to be expressed.  This is not that case.  Yes, it is true, Wanna may never be the target of sexual violence, and that is my hope.  But my fears are not unfounded.
          This Saturday evening, a group who actively supports rape – the founder believes that rape should be legal if it occurs on private property – are planning a meeting in Vancouver, as well as in Surrey. 

Think about that for a moment.  A group that actively supports sexual violence against women feels free to meet.  Now, the plan is to meet, share a secret exchange and go to meet in a private location.  As I said, the commission of rape is one done away from prying eyes, and helping hands.  And while it might be a good sign that they want to hide, it is still alarming that this group feels free to meet in the first place.  I wonder if Wanna’s rapist will be there?  Yes, he is a character in my imagination, but this is the kind of event that such a character would attend.
          So, comes my request.

If you could spare a couple of hours Saturday night and join me and others to protest, it would be appreciated.  The protest is to be non-violent – fighting violence with violence is absurd – but it is a bearing a testament that we, particularly men, do not agree with this group.  That we see masculinity differently. 
          It is up to us, and it takes more than an angry facebook post, to create a world where rape is not tolerated.  So please, if you could take a couple of hours to help me confront my fear, I would appreciate it.

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