Author: kwetoday

Why non-Indigenous people should care about Indigenous issues…

I don’t know how quick this post is going to be but this has been bothering me for some time. It has especially been bothering me since the Attawapiskat issue was brought out into the mainstream media. All of a sudden, all these people, non-Indigenous and Indigenous people all cared and knew about Indigenous issues…or talked like they knew what it was all about.

I had a conversation *ahem* a correspondence of Facebook messages with a SNAG. No, not THAT kind of SNAG. He actually used it to describe himself (even though I never told him what I know a SNAG as), Sensitive New Age Guy. He didn’t understand how some groups could be considered inferior. I politely told him, “Well, that’s because he is a white guy.” To put it plainly.

He went on to say that he couldn’t lie that he doesn’t see color because he knows enough dumb white guys. “Tell me about,” is all I wanted to say. I didn’t. He simply stated that he “didn’t care.” I just wanted to emphasize THAT’S THE PROBLEM! People who live entire lives without being exposed to or subjected to subtle or blatant racism, and discriminatory or oppressive policies, will never have to care a single day in their life.

He also stated that he didn’t understand how he could be held accountable for his ancestors’ actions. Specifically he wrote,

I understand that people want me to be accountable for my ancestors’ behaviours, but I don’t think I can. After all, I don’t believe in what they did or how they acted. I act in a different way now, so where does the line between yesterday’s repsonsibilities and today’s actions get drawn? Which matters more?

I gave him a simple solution that was probably biased but not meant to harm: educate your children about TRUE Canadian history. Simple enough right? Well, young people nowadays are just used of being spoon-fed the information they are given in school and expected to spit it back out. THAT’S THE PROBLEM.

Okay, maybe I am not being very constructive here but really, I mean no harm.

So, why should non-Indigenous people care about Indigenous issues? Someone else on my Facebook, when I posted that I was going to write a post on THIS exact topic, simply said, “It would be only for economic reasons.” Maybe, but no.

Throughout my entire years of being in school, I have not learned about residential schools or what really happened when Europeans settled (see rape, forced sterilization, etc). I also didn’t learn about how racist the Indian Act was. The very same act that was enacted by our own government. Not my government or your government… OUR GOVERNMENT.

So how did I learn about the Indian Act and residential school legacy? My family taught me and I also read books on what really happened. The education system that all Canadians submit their children supposedly freely and without coercion doesn’t teach this. What educational institutes teach YOUR CHILDREN (non-indigenous and indigenous) is that the Europeans “saved” the Indians and that there was no such thing as rape or force removal of children from Indigenous homes or there was no such thing as force sterilization of Indigenous women. These are just to name a few of what really went on in true Canadian history. However this post isn’t meant to educate you on all Indigenous issues, past and present.

The current education system teaches students that Indigenous peoples were primitive, uncivilized, and unorganized. This is what I learned in high school, and this is not true. The current education system doesn’t teach those students to question the information that is given to them. In my own experiences, we, Indigenous people, are just stupid. In fact, one teacher even told the class that the residential schools were created to “educate” the native children. Correction: they were created to assimilate native children into white society. Every child, teen and young adult are all submitted to this same education. Year after year. The idea that Indigenous peoples are stupid and the “Other” shuns them. It creates the illusion that these stories are fact, and if they are fact, then they are not meant to be questioned. Judy Iseke-Barnes highlights, “Indigenous children can be hurt by misrepresentations. Non-Indigenous children are also hurt because they are misinformed and learn demeaning and disrespectful practices from texts.” (2005: 162). The schools that your children attend tell them that Indigenous people are stupid and that the reason they are the way they are today is their own fault. That is not true.

We all live in this country together. It’s like living in the same house, under one roof, and letting the red-headed step child to continued to be raped, abused, and forced to dress a certain way, look a certain way… but only in a way that further stigmatizes and re-victimizes that same red-headed step child. Over the weekend, I had the opportunity to meet Lee Maracle. She had the analogy of a dog in a cage that is continuously beaten, only fed alcohol and bones. When we ask what is wrong with the dog, nobody questions why we don’t give the dog real food and real care to help make it healthy again. However, in my analogy I switch the dog for a child.

We all live in this well-built, warm house together, except for this one child who lives in the basement. Sometimes we give the child clean water to drink, clean clothes to wear, and a warm blanket to sleep with. Heck, sometimes we even let the child sleep in our own bed, but not all the time. The child drinks water out of the subpump. The child sleeps with a blanket covered in mold. Sometimes the child gets a full meal, sometimes she/he doesn’t. When it gets really bad, however, you let the child sleep upstairs where it is warm and can eat at the table with you. The other children in the house are made to believe that the child is downstairs because that child is too bad and too stupid to be upstairs with everyone else. The other children don’t question it. They accept it as is.

Your children accept what they are taught as is.

What if a person didn’t have children? Where will they learn to care about Indigenous issues? The media? Most certainly not because the media works in the same way as the education system does. That is, it tells non-Indigenous people that Indigenous people are the way they are because of their own fault. There simply isn’t anything they can do about it.

We must begin, as a nation and not just individual persons, to include Indigenous knowledge and way of knowing in the classroom. Bringing in other type of knowledges and ways of knowing teaches children to question the otherwise white-dominant-western ideology. It teaches your child to be critical. Isn’t that what education and going to school is all about? You think so but no. Your children have been learning to stereotype, generalize and racialize Indigenous peoples: it’s all their fault and there is nothing that we can do about it.

But there is… we can change the way our children learn. Not for the sake of non-Indigenous peoples and Indigenous peoples but for our entire society as persons and human beings.

So why should non-Indigenous people care about Indigenous issues? Well, if you want to continue to unknowingly, coercively, and un-freely submit your children, teenagers, and young adults to learn these generalized and racialized way of applying the knowledge they receive, then continue not to care. However, if you want all children, teenagers, and young adults to be free, critical thinkers, then lets all work together to change that as a nation and not just as an us-versus-them situation.

Something I wonder about Where my name comes from

This past weekend was an amazing experience. I was able to attend the fundraising event called “Raising our voices” for the February 14 Memorial March for missing and murdered Aboriginal women. It was such a great event a gallery called the “Toronto Free Gallery.” I was able to finally meet Jessica Danforth (Jess Yee) in person along with Erin Konsmo (the lovely lady who did the artwork for the event) and see familiar faces like Krysta from Native Youth Sexual Health Network. Also, I had the amazing opportunity to meet Lee Maracle.

Maracle is an amazing woman who I have only met via her writings. She was one of the first published Aboriginals in the 1970s, and she even wrote a book on Indigenous feminism without any citations (as Jessica puts it, “who says you have to cite?” and Maracle paved the path for that). Maracle and I were able to talk for about 10 minutes (well, it felt like 10 minutes but it might have been longer–I secretly wish it could have been longer). However, in that moment of talking with Maracle, I was able to learn a lot about my own self and home First Nation.

I am from the Garden River First Nation and I learned that it had some Metis background associations. I remember telling Maracle that I always wondered about where all of my friends’ and family’s French sounding last names came from. Belleau. Thibault. Boissoneau. Perreault. Even Sayers. She told me that my last name probably originated from France and that the name probably came from a middle class family…not lower class. I guess that proves the story that I once heard as a child that one of our great great great (give or a take a great *lol*) grandmother originated from Paris, France, is true. After learning this, I wondered if any of my ancestors had enjoyed a “middle class family” lifestyle?

Anyways, it was nice to know a bit more about my long-long-long ago past. I wrote a post titled “Something I wonder about” and wondered where did my non-native last name come from? You can read that post HERE.

Sitting here writing this post, I think to myself that isn’t it nice how life works out as if to almost to come a complete circle? I think so.

We did talk about other things as well like Aboriginal issues in the classroom and the analogy she gave was certainly dead on… but that will be saved for another post 😉

Full Participating Members of Society?

Reading an article titled “Lack of resources holding First Nations students back: panel”, I am a bit disturbed that Duncan, the Minister of Aboriginal Affairs and Northern Development, can be quoted saying in terms of the government’s priority and commitments that the government can make:

“…provide First Nation students with quality education that enables them to acquire the skills they need to enter the labour market and be full participants in a strong Canadian economy.”

You can read that full article HERE.

My first concern is with the use of the term “Quality education.” Yes quality education but education that works for First Nations students including cultural education and perhaps improving the current curriculum to include education of FNMI issues in the classroom even for non-FNMI students.

Then he is quoted saying that “that enables them to acquire the skills they need to enter the labour market and be full participants in a strong Canadian economy.” Be full participants in a strong Canadian economy? To me, he is suggesting that we are not full participants in a supposed strong Canadian economy. This type of discourse is what contributes to the stereotypical/racist views of FNMI groups within Canada.

I remember I wrote an earlier post I wrote about Ibbitson’s article on “Drop Out Chiefs” and I wrote,

Ibbitson continues to talk about the “broken [First Nations] education system” as if to say that the non-First Nations education is what works. Well, it doesn’t and it hasn’t been working for years. Correction, decades. That is right, I said it: The non-First Nations education is NOT what works for First Nations students. Just look at the residential school system. It is these First Nations Leaders’ decisions not to support the panel because it is only discussing a band-aid solution for separate Nations within a larger Nation. Remember Ottawa and their party dress? All just to say they did it.

You can read that full post HERE.

As a First Nations student I can’t speak for all, but I can say that what doesn’t work is that thinking we just need to reintegrate and contribute to society as full members. We are full participating members of society. We just have been excluded and continue to be excluded with comments like this.

Imagery & Poetry

Today was a somewhat long day. I woke up and I had to take migraine medication. I also had an early counseling appointment. We are doing “imagery” or something. Anyways, it’s where you pick a “safe space” and imagine it whenever you want to relax. Today, my counselor suggested we do just the imagery exercise after I told her I had a headache. Before we started this, I had written a poem to help me relax and get whatever it was on my mind at the time… off my mind. I am sometimes not so great at writing poems and I end up just writing words. This time, I wanted to create an image to erase another image–a not so great image that I had. Creating this image helped me to relax and clear my mind. Just like this morning. It was so relaxing that when I opened up my one eye for a moment to scan the room, I noticed my counselor had fallen asleep *teehee* All I have to say is that, imagery, it works.

Here is the poem.

As I lie here, my mind drifts away
Like a message in the bottle
Deep into a clear blue sea
A million little pebbles
I can feel the sand beneath me
Sparkling like a million little stars
It’s warmth embracing my body
Gently crawling along the shore
I can hear the ocean’s waves
Gracefully rolling back
Back into the clear blue sea
A beach’s breeze playing with my hair
Letting strands tickle my cheeks
I lay there, smiling under the sun
Children playing, laughing, giggling
*splash splash splash*
A bird’s song can be heard
Just off into the distance, as distant as my mind
Like these pictures I had when I shut my eyes
Lying beneath him, breathless, motionless
These images naked and unseen.

You can ask what the poem is about or you can make an inference for your self.

Smarts and Beauty

So here I am writing about this topic….yet again. This is a topic that is frequently brought in my courses, particularly in my deviance class. We talk about violence against women and violence against children or how violence affects both groups. I appreciate the way the professor brings these topics up in class. She brings in guest lecturers and also provides stories about the work she has done with women who experience violence. I remember my first year sitting in some of her classes and talking about the same issues.

Without hesitation, I had to leave class several times because of the anxiety of the recollection that her guest lecturers or the stories she shared had re-ignited in my own self. I experienced an abusive relationship. It was a struggle for me to face the reality of what really happened to me. I didn’t want to believe it. I thought it meant I was stupid because I didn’t know what was happening. I learned after a great deal of counseling, it wasn’t my fault and that it wasn’t because I was “stupid.”

Most recently, the last time I had to leave class, to go cry in the bathroom, was when my professor talked about how the abuse begins in subtle ways. My professor mentioned that the abusive partner may try to control the physical appearance or the behaviour of the abused. That means it doesn’t always start as physical abuse. In fact, some individuals can experience an abusive relationship without experiencing physical abuse at all. They could experience emotional, psychological, financial, or sexual abuse, or worse, a relationship encompassing all these types of abuse.

As I sat there in class, the professor began to share a story that it may begin with the abuser saying to the abused, “Oh, I like you much better with natural nails. Why don’t you take off your nail polish?” Sounds innocent right? No? Maybe. With my relationship, I remember I wanted to cut and dye my hair. I used to have long hair right down to my waist. It was virgin hair which meant it had never been dyed. To me at the time, I distinctively remembered I told the guy at the time I wanted to cut my hair and that I wanted to dye it a different color. He looked at me, started to play with my hair and said “No, I like your hair long and natural. It looks and feels so pretty. It makes you look pretty.” When I was sitting in class that particular day, it made me kind of upset again. Upset with myself for not knowing better. Eventually when the abuse started to happen, the one thing that was always there ready for a quick easy grab to pull me around was my long, beautiful, natural hair. If he couldn’t grab my clothing or couldn’t grab my arm or my neck, he could at least grab my hair or pull my hair down, grabbing it by the fistful. As soon as the relationship ended, I went and cut my hair to a shoulder length. I eventually started to dye it different colors too. Blonde. Red. Black. Whatever wasn’t my natural hair color. My mother called it “grieving.” I was grieving all right. Grieving the lost of my old self into a brand new self.

Within the years that followed, I sometimes told myself that I was stupid for not being smart enough, for not realizing sooner and for the better, what was happening to me. The relationship went on like that for about a year and half. Off and on.

Today, I try to tell myself, “Look how far you come… you are smart…you are beautiful.” However, my smarts isn’t about book smarts or streets smarts. It’s about knowing what is best for me and only me. It is looking out for my own best interests. My beauty isn’t about looking great every time I step outside. It is about realizing that I have come this far and I am a stronger person because of it all. That is what being smart and being beautiful is for me. It’s not always about being top-of-the-class or wearing the best clothes and make up but it is about realizing how far I have come and how much stronger I am because of everything, both positive and negative, I learned and experienced.

Bedford v. Canada: My thoughts…

In one of my online classes the question was asked simply put “What do you think of the recent challenge to the charter in the Bedford case?” Well in terms following up from my recent post “Whorephobia”, I thought I would share my answer. It is a complex subject but by the end of it, sex workers are persons to and deserved to be viewed/treated as such.

In order to approach this topic, I believe we must acknowledge the fact there exists much diversity among sex workers. To strictly view sex workers as corner prostitutes addicted to drugs is ignoring the issue at hand and that is the safety (or lack thereof) that sex workers face. Also we are ignoring the issue of stigmatization and discrimination simply because they are a “sex worker.” The stigmatization and criminalization that the sex worker faces can potentially lead to further isolation from society (Mensah and Bruckert 2011). This isolation perpetuates the violence that many sex workers experience.

There are many different types of sex work, indoor, outdoor, exotic dancers, massage parlors, escorts, etc. Each type of sex worker faces his/her own dangers, just like any other occupation. In particular a lack of access to justice because of the criminal laws that prevent them from participating in the profession with dignity foster the violence around such occupation. Sex workers may not go to the police when they are raped or beaten for fear of being further victimized or being blamed for the incident. This is a reality that many people face when they are attacked, in particular women who are not even sex workers and especially when their clothing or outward appearance is taken into account. Read this article here on “blaming the victim” in rape. This is slut shaming or the whore stigma.

Justice Himel’s decision highlighted that prostitution laws violated the Charter of Rights and Freedom because it “[deprived] sex workers of their right to liberty and security in a manner that is not in accordance with the principles of fundamental justice.” It also puts the sex workers’ families and friends at risk because section 212 of the Criminal Code states that others can be charged for “living on the avails of prostitution” which according to Prof. M. Nengeh Mensah and Prof. C. Bruckert (2011) “criminalizes personal relationships and undermines the social integration of sex workers” (10 Reasons to Fight for the Decriminlization of Sex Work). The idea that prostitution is illegal and that all sex workers must be saved removes agency from individuals who choose to do it and those who participate in consensual, sexual acts.

Anti-prostitution laws are a prime example of the dominant ideology. During European colonization, its main goal was to spread Christianity. Much of our laws today can be traced back to religious ideals/ideologies. Prostitutes were once the subject of famous paintings like Picasso’s “Les Demoiselles d’Avignon.” Now, prostitutes are shunned and belittled all because of one little goal that is now lost in translation as the battle of moral values against immoral values to which many of us have adopted.

Oh and online courses rock. They are like writing little blog posts every week but being graded for it. Ha!

The New Residential School System

Just recently I read an article titled “7th Grader Suspended for Saying ‘I Love You’ in Her Language.” Immediately, I am reminded of another article where a teacher’s aid cut off a young First Nations boy’s hair because it was considered “too long.” There were no charges laid because it “wasn’t in the public’s interest” and there were no grounds for criminal charges.

I remember this past weekend I was having a conversation with someone and she made a comment that went like this:

“The education system is the new residential school.”

I wouldn’t doubt it if this type of behaviour continues to happen–cutting their hair and preventing them from speaking their own language? Sounds all too familiar.

Thoughts?

Whorephobia

Whorephobia. The fear of sex workers.

What is a sex worker you ask? Well, it could be your mother, your father, your daughter, your son, your brother, you sister… They could be sitting next to you on the city bus or dancing with you in the bar (Yes, even with all their clothes on).

There are many norms and values that affect the way we perceive sex workers. One being morality, but what is morality? Morality is different for everyone. Even if it is the same for one family, does not mean that it is the same for all in that same family. Each person is able to define and set their own boundaries with themselves and with other people. However, in society today, some people, communities, and institutions believe that they have the power to exert their dominant ideologies onto those who have different morals.

Yet, sex work does not even come down to morality. Sex work isn’t about being immoral. Sex work isn’t about being right or wrong. Sex work isn’t about being a home-wrecker. Sex work isn’t about stealing your boyfriend or girlfriend. Sex work is about choosing an occupation. Just like any other occupation.

Unfortunately, this is the most criminalized and stigmatized occupation that exists in today’s society. It is the most over policed and under protected occupation. In fact, this morning one London ON fellow tweeted this…

Read the report mentioned in the tweet HERE.

Whether you want to believe it or not, whorephobia affects us all. Just as
Thierry Schaffauser writes,

In most languages, the most common sexist insults are “whore” or “slut”, which makes women want to distance themselves from the stigma associated with those words, and from those who incarnate it. The “whore stigma” is a way to control women and to limit their autonomy – whether it is economic, sexual, professional, or simply freedom of movement.

Women are brought up to think of sex workers as “bad women”. It prevents them from copying and taking advantage of the freedoms sex workers fight for, like the occupation of nocturnal and public spaces, or how to impose a sexual contract in which conditions have to be negotiated and respected. Whorephobia operates as a way of controlling and policing women’s behaviour, just as homophobia does for men.

Most sex workers are told that the reason they face so many problems is because of their work; however that is not the case. The decriminalization of sex work is important so that those who occupy this type of work are able to work in safe, secure, and autonomous environments. Sex workers should not sacrifice their own human rights and a right to a safe and secure working environment at the expense of society, as the above article’s title reads, “whorephobia affects us all.”

Note: This post is unrelated to the person’s tweet and the person who wrote the tweet. It was merely captured for to emphasis the fact that this is an occupation that “over-policed.”

Always learning…

This weekend I am in Toronto for a workshop on reducing stigma and building capacity. It is a pretty interesting workshop and I love that I am able to attend. The one thing that I realized today, even with my lived experiences, is that I can’t and won’t know everything.

Last year I spent a lot of time conversing with individuals about Aboriginal issues or how to enhance the Indigenous student experience on campus. At times I would think, “Why is this person talking to me?” or “Why would this person think that I could possibly give them an answer?” It wasn’t that I didn’t know anything about being an Indigenous student or an Indigenous person facing Indigenous issues. I just felt that I knew people who were more competent at answering the questions they had. Sometimes I didn’t even have answer. I would just straight up tell them “I don’t know” and usually people become frustrated with that answer. However, it is completely okay to say I don’t know and even in fact more acceptable than trying to act like you know.

This workshop is helping me to realize that I have the abilities to talk with confidence about what I do know, and acknowledge those experiences in which I have no experience in but tactfully address questions so those asking can have a sense of satisfaction/acknowledgement. It is a great learning experience and I am so ever thankful for being here especially with all the wonderful people I have met thus far.

Frye: Oppression

Studying for a test today that I am not stressed out about, which is kind of weird because I stress before tests, and I am reading this article by Marilyn Frye on oppression. So far, one of my fav!

As taken from Dawn D. Bennett-Alexander

OPPRESSION

Marilyn Frye

It is a fundamental claim of feminism that women are oppressed. The word “oppression” is a strong word. It repels ant attracts. It is dangerous and dangerously fashionable and endangered. It is much misused, and sometimes not innocently.

The statement that women are oppressed is frequently met with the claim that men are oppressed too. We hear that oppressing is oppressive to those who oppress as well as those they oppress. Some men cite as evidence of their oppression their much-advertised inability to cry. It is tough, we are told, to be masculine. When the stresses and frustrations of being a man are cited as evidence that oppressors are oppressed by their oppressing, the word “oppression” is being stretched to meaninglessness; it is treated as though its scope includes any and all human experience of limitation or suffering, no matter the cause, degree or consequence. Once such usage has been put over on us, then if ever we deny that any person or group is oppressed, we seem to imply that we think they never suffer and have no feelings. We are accused of insensitivity; even of bigotry. For women, such accusation is particularly intimidating, since sensitivity is on eof the few virtues that has been assigned to us. If we are found insensitive, we may fear we have no redeeming traits at all and perhaps are not real women. Thus are we silenced before we begin: the name of our situation drained of meaning and our guilt mechanisms tripped.

But this is nonsense. Human beings can be miserable without being oppressed, and it is perfectly consistent to deny that a person or group is oppressed without denying that they have feelings or that they suffer….

The root of the word “oppression” is the element “press.” The press of the crowd; pressed into military service; to press a pair of pants; printing press; press the button. Presses are used to mold things or flatten them or reduce them in bulk, sometimes to reduce them by squeezing out the gases or liquids in them. Something pressed is something caught between or among forces and barriers which are so related to each other that jointly they restrain, restrict or prevent the thing’s motion or mobility. Mold. Immobilize. Reduce.

The mundane experience of the oppressed provides another clue. One of the most characteristic and ubiquitous features of the world as experienced by oppressed people is the double bind – situations in which options are reduced to a very few and all of them expose one to penalty, censure or deprivation. For example, it is often a requirement upon oppressed people that we smile and be cheerful. If we comply, we signal our docility and our acquiescence in our situation. We need not, then, be taken note of. We acquiesce in being made invisible, in our occupying no space. We participate in our own erasure. On the other hand, anything but the sunniest countenance exposes us to being perceived as mean, bitter, angry or dangerous. This means, at the least, that we may be found “difficult” or unpleasant to work with, which is enough to cost one one’s livelihood; at worst, being seen as mean, bitter, angry or dangerous has been known to result in rape, arrest, beating, and murder. One can only choose to risk one’s preferred form and rate of annihilation.

Another example: It is common in the United States that women, especially younger women, are in a bind where neither sexual activity nor sexual inactivity is all right. If she is heterosexually active, a woman is open to censure and punishment for being loose, unprincipled or a whore. The “punishment” comes in the form of criticism, snide and embarrassing remarks, being treated as an easy lay by men, scorn from her more restrained female friends. She may have to lie to hide her behavior from her parents. She must juggle the risks of unwanted pregnancy and dangerous contraceptives. On the other hand, if she refrains from heterosexual activity, she is fairly constantly harassed by men who try to persuade her into it and pressure her into it and pressure her to “relax” and “let her hair down”; she is threatened with labels like “frigid,” “uptight,” “man-hater,” “bitch,” and “cocktease.” The same parents who would be disapproving of her sexual activity may be worried by her inactivity because it suggests she is not or will not be popular, or is not sexually normal. She may be charged with lesbianism. If a woman is raped, then if she has been heterosexually active she is subject to the presumption that she liked it (since her activity is presumed to show that she likes sex), and if she has not been heterosexually active, she is subject to the presumption that she liked it (since she is supposedly “repressed and frustrated”). Both heterosexual activity and heterosexual nonactivity are likely to be taken as proof that you wanted to be raped, and hence, of course, weren’t really raped at all. You can’t win. You are caught in a bind, caught between systematically related pressures.

Women are caught like this, too, by networks of forces and barriers that expose one to penalty, loss or contempt whether one works outside the home or not, is on welfare or not, bears children or not, raises children or not, marries or not, stays married or not, is heterosexual, lesbian, both or neither. Economic necessity; confinement to racial and/or sexual job ghettos; sexual harassment; sex discrimination; pressures of competing expectations and judgements about women, wives and mothers (in the society at large, in racial and ethnic subcultures and in one’s own mind); dependence (full or partial) on husbands, parents or the state; commitment to political ideas; loyalties to racial or ethnic or other “minority” groups; the demands of the self-respect and responsibilities to others. Each of these factors exists in complex tension with every other, penalizing or prohibiting all of the apparently available options. And nipping at one’s heels, always, is the endless pack of little things. If one dresses one way, one is subject to the assumption that one is advertising one’s sexual availability; if one dresses another way, one appears to “not care about oneself” or to be “unfeminine.” If one uses “strong language,” one invites categorization as a “lady” – one too delicately constituted to cope with robust speech or the realities to which it presumably refers.

The experience of oppressed people is that the living of one’s life is confined and shaped by forces and barriers which are not accidental or occasional and hence avoidable, but are systematically related to each other in such a way as to catch one between and among them and restrict or penalize motion in any direction. It is the experience of being caged in: all avenues, in every direction, are blocked or booby trapped.

Cages. Consider a birdcage. If you look very closely at just one wire in the cage, you cannot see the other wires. If your conception of what is before you is determined by this myopic focus, you could look at that one wire, up and down the length of it, and be unable to see why a bird would not just fly around the wire any time it wanted to go somewhere. Furthermore, even if, one day at a time, you myopically inspected each wire, you still could not see why a bird would gave trouble going past the wires to get anywhere. There is no physical property of any one wire, nothing that the closest scrutiny could discover, that will reveal how a bird could be inhibited or harmed by it except in the most accidental way. It is only when you step back, stop looking at the wires one by one, microscopically, and take a macroscopic view of the whole cage, that you can see why the bird does not go anywhere; and then you will see it in a moment. It will require no great subtlety of mental powers. It is perfectly obvious that the bird is surrounded by a network of systematically related barriers, no one of which would be the least hindrance to its flight, but which, by their relations to each other, are as confining as the solid walls of a dungeon.

It is now possible to grasp one of the reasons why oppression can be hard to see and recognize: one can study the elements of an oppressive structure with great care and some good will without seeing the structure as a whole, and hence without seeing or being able to understand that one is looking at a cage and that there are people there who are caged, whose motion and mobility are restricted, whose lives are shaped and reduced.

The arresting of vision at a microscopic level yields such common confusion as that about the male door-opening ritual. This ritual, which is remarkably widespread across classes and races, puzzles many people, some of whom do and some of whom do not find it offensive. Look at the scene of the two people approaching a door. The male steps slightly ahead and opens the door. The male holds the door open while the female glides through. Then the male goes through. The door closes after them. “Now how,” one innocently asks, “can those crazy womenslibbers say that is oppressive? The guy removed a barrier to the lady’s smooth and unruffled progress.” But each repetition of this ritual has a place in a pattern, in fact in several patterns. One has to shift the level of one’s perception in order to see the whole picture.

The door-opening pretends to be a helpful service, but the helpfulness is false. This can be seen by noting that it will be done whether or not it makes any practical sense. Infirm men and men burdened with packages will open doors for able-bodied women who are free of physical burdens. Men will impose themselves awkwardly and jostle everyone in order to get to the door first. The act is not determined by convenience or grace. Furthermore, these very numerous acts of unneeded or even noisome “help” occur in counter-point to a pattern of men not being helpful in many practical ways in which women might welcome help. What women experience is a world in which gallant princes charming commonly make a fuss about being helpful and providing small services when help and services are of little or no use, but in which there are rarely ingenious and adroit princes at hand when substantial assistance is really wanted either in mundane affairs or in situations of threat, assault or terror. There is no help with the (his) laundry; no help typing a report at 4:00 a.m.; no help in mediating disputes among relatives or children. There is nothing but advice that women should stay indoors after dark, be chaperoned by a man, or when it comes down to it, “lie back and enjoy it.”

The gallant gestures have no practical meaning. Their meaning is symbolic. The door-opening and similar services provided are services which really are needed by people who are for one reason or another incapacitated – unwell, burdened with parcels, etc. So the message is that women are incapable. The detachment of the acts from the concrete realities of what women need and do not need is a vehicle for the message that women’s actual needs and interests are unimportant or irrelevant. Finally, these gestures imitate the behavior of servants toward masters and thus mock women, who are in most respects the servants and caretakers of men. The message of the false helpfulness of male gallantry is female dependence, the invisibility or insignificance of women, and contempt for women.

One cannot see the meanings of these rituals if one’s focus is riveted upon the individual event in all its particularity, including the particularity of the individual man’s present conscious intentions and motives and the individual woman’s conscious perception of the event in the moment. It seems sometimes that people take a deliberately myopic view and fill their eyes with things seen microscopically in order not to see macroscopically. At any rate, whether it is deliberate or not, people can and do fail to see the oppression of women because they fail to see macroscopically and hence fail to see the various elements of the situation as systematically related in larger schemes.

As the cageness of the birdcage is a macroscopic phenomenon, the oppressiveness of the situations in which women live our various and different lives is a macroscopic phenomenon. Neither can be seen from a microscopic perspective. But when you look macroscopically you can see it – a network of forces and barriers which are systematically related and which conspire to the immobilization, reduction and molding of women and the lives we live….

From: Marilyn Frye, The Politics of Reality (Trumansburg, N.Y.,: The Crossing Press, 1983).