My Political Voice
I seldom get political, matter of fact I often criticize my husband for doing just that; sharing his political views. I tell myself a story that as a public figure who is a leader of an organization of people, mostly women mind you, it is in my best interest to stay neutral. But I am anything but neutral. I am a radical, outspoken woman interested in changing the world. My purpose: help feel “feel to heal”.
As I see it the feeling is what is missing in the world, and the more technology becomes the partner we spend time connecting with, dreaming with, playing with, communicating with, the farther we stray from the one thing that makes us great as human beings: the capacity to feel.
As I said, I stay away from politics. What I feel about the world and people I keep private. I got enough attacks for telling the world to take off your shoes, stop jumping, get conscious, as this is the way to workout that respects the body. Today I am feeling political, angry and sad. It is beyond words the depth of my emotions, so I cry, I talk to my husband and we have a great discourse about the injustice in the world called violence, which is misdirected energy directed at and taken out on any and everything from animals, to women, men, cars, buildings, groups of people, even runners. There will be no end to all this violence until we, the mothers, the women stand up and say no, and until we understand it is the women who teach about love, tenderness, sacred sex, touch, compassion, and yes-the balance of fierceness and the right to kill if we need to protect what is right. It’s the right humans don’t get. Is the list of what right found in the ten commandments? In the bible? In the torah? Or is found in the heart, in the empty spaces where a voice, call it god or what ever you want, this voice speaks to each one of us even for a brief moment giving us the opportunity to choose right or wrong.
Being in the business of the body I go to the body to know what is right. I know my body will speak to me. We have a relationship I have been cultivating since birth. It talks to me and I listen. I talk to it and it communicates with me in ways no therapist, friend or coach can.
As usual I got up this morning and went to Starbucks for my Sunday coffee and alone time leisurely reading the New York Times (April 21, 2013). The front page like every news channel lately was filled with stories about the Boston Bombing. On page four there was a small article, “Rape of 5-Year-Old Girl Sets Off New Furor in India”. This comes on the heels of the december incident where a woman was gang-raped and tortured and her companion beaten. She died, and as a result some changes in the laws regarding rape changed-but not enough. The sexual assalts continue to be reported around India with regularity.
The outcome of this most recent attack to a 5 year old girl in New Dehli, drew only hundreds, not millions of demonstrators which I believe is what should happen. Millions-not hundreds saying, “enough,” protesting, besieging the New Dehli’s police headquarters to protest the kidnapping, rape and torture of a 5-year old girl. Arrested was a 22 year old man recently married who had an apartment in the same building as the young girl. The parents of the girl discovered her Wednesday in the mans apartment. He had fled thinking she was dead. The medical superintendant said it was the first time he had seen such barbarism. Injuries to her lips, cheeks, arms and anus, and bruises on her neck in an attempt to strangle her. He said a bottle almost 8 inches long and pieces of candle had been inserted into her. The anger among the community came when the parents reported that the police did not take the complaint seriously, and that they failed to carry out an adequate search and offered the partens 2,000 rupees—about $37.00 if they would keep quiet. Then on friday TV cameras showed a large mustachioed police officer slapping a small female protester in the face. And as usual people in the government put out their statements in attempt to make everyone feel as if something is being done. Prime Minister Manmohan Singh expressed regrets. President of the Indian National Congress Party, Sonia Gandi released a statement condemning the rape and saying that, “action and not words are required to ensure such incidents never happen again,” but we all know they will. They will until we as a society, men and women say “enough”. As women we have to stand and say, “You can not take our children and teach and train them to kill. The world needs us all to stop hating and hurting others in order to feel right, and to feel safe, in control.
Physical violence, emotional hurt and humiliation, psychic stabs, it’s all wrong. Just ask Ann Curry who was the victim of the good old boys and girls club at NBCUniversal where in the control room they spent time making fun of Ann’s outfit choices or just generally messing with her. For more, read “Waking Up on the Wrong Side of A Read Rating War” in the New York Times Magazine April 21, 2013.
I don’t know what I can do-we can do-but I want to do something, so I am using my political voice.