what a day.
the injustice of the ghomeshi trial.
i got through the day going through the many motions of caring for a wee one, looking forward to a quiet evening alone to pen something. and here i am. exhausted and speechless.
i don’t know what breaks my heart and scares me more, the culture of impunity around sexual assault and the message this ruling sends to (would-be) perpetrators, or the fact that the systems in place and the powers that be value the lives, the words of women so much less than those of men.
i was ranting to some friends a while back, when the shit of this case first hit the fan, and i surprised myself saying ‘i’ve reported my stolen bicycles but i’ve never reported my sexual assaults.’ and it hit me like a brick. because reporting stolen bicycles, if you’ve ever done it, is pretty pointless. (i even asked the police officer « should i still get another bike since i need one to get to work, or do you usually find them rather quickly? » and i was basically laughed out of the joint.) but it somehow didn’t seem quite as pointless as reporting the violation of my person.
today’s verdict and its framing confirm what too many already know.
and it’s an ugly truth.
tomorrow’s another day.