I have been an advocate for domestic violence/sexual violence/child abuse awareness for more than 18 years now, and it’s work that stirs me deeply. I didn’t quite figure out the connection to my own sense of being afraid of my father in my own home until, oh, 15 years into the work. It’s amazing how one’s mind can keep thoughts apart, to keep us from knowing what we can’t possibly know until we’re ready.
And with Dylan Farrow’s stepping back into the (terrifying) fray of telling the truth about Woody Allen’s molestation of her (read the facts here), and Woody’s continued denial (to which I will not link, because: why), it brings to the forefront how much we are afraid to talk about the frailty of humans, and the possibility — nay, the probabilty — that we will abuse and hurt each other, even without bad intentions.
Deb Rox wrote a beautiful, stirring piece about why we must face this, and how, maybe, just maybe, we are shifting the conversation, even with so many haters and deniers and people unable to tarnish their vision of Woody, for reasons deeply personal (I’m side-eyeing YOU, Barbara Walters). We change the conversation one story at a time. Hers. Mine. Maybe yours. And I’m linking to that piece, because it’s just perfection. GO, READ, NOW.
And thank you, Deb. It’s an honor to be in the trenches with you, fighting the good fight for the vulnerable, and for ourselves.