I came across this post today and my heart broke open. I began to cry. I read them again, and I began to weep. I was taken aback by the intensity of feeling. I had no idea I would feel so seen, so understood, so hopeful upon hearing words such as these for the first time in my life from men I’d never met. The chains are breaking.
What I love about this post, is that it happened spontaneously, on the street, between two men who were strangers. And, as they spoke of what was happening, they expressed such grief and love, and wondered how they could change it. Then, they went on their way.
I wrote to the author, Dan Mahle, and asked if I could share the post here with you. He said, Yes.
This weekâ€™s post comes from a dear friend.
Dan Mahle is a program coordinator, facilitator, and community builder living in Seattle, WA. He received his B.A. in Peace and Global Studies from Earlham College in 2008. He has been involved in a variety of non-profit organizations since then, including several youth programs that he helped to launch. His personal mission is to support people in uniting across lines of difference to identify common values & goals, build culture & community resilience, and share powerful stories through creative expression. When heâ€™s not working, he can be found running, hiking, writing music, and eating tasty bowls of cereal late at night.
One Conversation: A Call to Men
I had an incredible conversation with a complete stranger today. He was an older guy who happened to stop by the 1 Billion Rising local event that took place in downtown Seattle. As I was walking toward the small crowd of mostly women who were holding signs and dancing, he stopped me with a loud, â€œHey, what is this â€˜1 Billion Risingâ€™ thing?â€
When I told him that it was a global movement to end violence against women, launched by Vagina Monologues playwright, Eve Ensler, his voice softened and his eyes darted away.
He started telling me about how violence had affected so many of the women in his life. He began tearing up as he shared that most of the women he loves have been victims of sexual assault and/or abuse. He recalled spending 15 years with his ex-wife who, despite endless medications, could not overcome the depression she felt ever since the day she was sexually assaulted. I could see the hurt and sadness in his face as he told me that he couldnâ€™t find any way to help her. His mother, he said, had also been a survivor.
Suddenly staring firmly at me, he said, â€œWomen shouldnâ€™t be treated this way. They are the life-givers; we owe everything to them.â€ He was visibly shaken.
I looked back at him and asked, â€œSo what can we, as men, do to begin to transform this culture of violence against women?â€
We talked about how important it would be for more men to have honest conversations about patriarchy and its countless negative impacts on us and on the women in our lives. Both of us acknowledged, though, that these kinds of safe spaces for male emotional expression are few and far between.
I gave him a hug and he said, â€œI love you, man.â€ We had met just 5 minutes before, but the moment of solidarity and healing that we shared in that short space was profound.
It got me thinking: Why donâ€™t we, as men, seek out more spaces for truthful sharing about our feelings and our experiences with patriarchy? Why donâ€™t we talk about violence against women, about sexism, and about rape culture? The â€˜1 Billion Risingâ€™ movement is based on a single, chilling statistic: One in three women on the planet will be raped or beaten in her lifetime.
Thatâ€™s 1 billion women worldwide. How can we say that we love the women in our lives, even as we are perpetuating (consciously or unconsciously) a culture of violence against them?â€ Every day that we are silent, the cycle of violence continues.
The Cost of Patriarchy
This is where shame often comes in. Iâ€™ve known it by many names: frustration, defensiveness, anger, aggression, rage, a need for control, etc. But it all comes back to shame. It all comes back to some deep-seated feeling of unworthiness that keeps us from meeting our most fundamental human need: the need to feel loved.
While women in our society are taught that their worth depends on their physical beauty, men are taught that our worth depends upon our performance, our control, our accomplishments. At some point, like so many women, many of us realize that we will never be able to fulfil the expectations placed on us. But instead of questioning the patriarchal culture that has burdened us with these perverse and insatiable demands, we come to believe that who we are is not good enough.
In an effort to avoid feelings of vulnerability, we methodically replace emotional expression with emotional numbness. And so, in our disconnection from self and others, we unlearn what it means to truly love.
As bell hooks puts it in her book, The Will To Change: Men, Masculinity, and Love, â€œThe reality is that men are hurting and that the whole culture responds to them by saying, â€˜Please do not tell us what you feel.â€™â€
When we forget what it means to love, we often desperately search for cheap replacements: we work long hours at work in an attempt to receive praise and recognition; we watch porn or buy prostitutes in a distorted attempt to feel loved and sexually fulfilled; we buy an endless number of things in an attempt to fill the painful void of loneliness within. Until we, as men, face our fear of vulnerability and begin telling each other what we feel, nothing will change.
Right now, there is a powerful, growing movement of women who are rising up all around the world to demand an end to violence. This movement is a struggle for equality, but it is also a call back to love. It is an invitation to all people to transform the dominant culture from a culture of violence to a culture of love, starting from within our own hearts. We owe it to all women to stand beside them as they say â€œenough is enough!â€ We owe it to ourselves to finally invite love, in all of its fullness, back into our lives.
Learn more about 1 Billion Rising here.
“This movement is a struggle for equality, but it is also a call back to love.”
Blessings to you, Dan. I bow.