Monday, February 3, 2014

East Coast Girl

This is a short and sweet list of some new differences I've noticed between Michigan/Tucson since my last post about this topic. Most of them relate to the fact that I am from a different climate and time zone. I realize that I am not "technically" from the East Coast, however I am from the EST, and I used that to justify my title.
  • Wheel of Fortune is on at 6:30, and Jeopardy does not follow it. This was highly distressing for me. I spent a lot of time figuring out what time Jeopardy is on (3:30 - an inconvenient time for me). 
  • Nationally broadcasted events end earlier here. I realize that this is obvious, but after the Superbowl ended yesterday, I was convinced that it was quite late, only to discover that it was actually 8:30. I assume this is an effect of spending the rest of my life watching from the Eastern Time Zone. 
  • I have a different concept of cold than most Tucsonans. To many, 50 degrees is freezing. To me, it is mid-May. 
  • Most buildings are one story. In theory I am aware of this fact. Still, whenever I visit a new building, particularly a residence, I expect a second floor. Frequently this is not the case, and it confuses me. I use stairs a lot less here than I did in Michigan. 
  • Michigan - water, no mountains. Tucson - mountains, no water. A friend of mine was genuinely shocked when I casually mentioned that there are no mountains in Michigan. "None?! At all? But where do you hike?" Similarly, I am rather distraught by the lack of lakes here. 
  •  Citrus is far more exciting to me than to people who grew up here. It is my dearest ambition to harvest a lemon tree, and one of my friends has a huge one at her house. When we were discussing fruit at one point, another friend mentioned that she wished they had an apple tree. I thought this was interesting because we have two apple trees at my house in Michigan, but I had never seen a citrus tree before I moved here. 
  • Arizona doesn't believe in daylight savings time. This is nice since I don't have to confuse my body by changing the clock at arbitrary times throughout the year. Instead, everyone else is confused because the time difference changes. 

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Abuse Happens: An Epidemic

Today I participated in a Church Women United event in Mesa, near Phoenix. Church Women United is an organization committed to seeking justice (particularly for women) and for doing so across denominations. Today at the event, we participated in several different workshops.

The first workshop focused on domestic violence. A long table was set up with various stations, labeled things like: Friends & Family, Hospital, Shelter, Forgive and Forget, Job, Funeral Home, Court, Religious Advice, Abuse Happens, and Return to Home. Each station had cards of different colors. At the beginning we would choose a color and follow that character through the various stations, sometimes returning places more than once and sometimes having choices. (For example, you could either go to the hospital or to a friend's house.) When we went to the Shelter, we had to flip a coin to see if we would be admitted, since often not enough space is available for everyone who seeks protection. Whenever we visited Abuse Happens, after reading our card we would put on a band-aid to represent that we had been abused.

I found this to be a very powerful exercise. I think it helped us to better identify with these stories. Instead of reading about something that happened to someone else, we read the cards as if this was something happening to ourselves. It also helped us realize how difficult the situation can be. For instance, some women were saying, "No matter what we did, no matter what we chose, we always ended up back at Abuse Happens." Others were saying, "We're being accused of violence by the courts, and that isn't what happened at all. We are innocent; we are the victim!"

My character was an immigrant, and every time I went somewhere I had to "wait 5 minutes for a translator." (Though in reality this wait would probably be longer, or I would not be given a translator at all, despite what the laws might be.)There was also the added fear that I would be deported or face some other kind of struggle since I was an immigrant. At the end of my story, I was living away from my abuser and I had two band-aids on my left hand. Some of the women were not so lucky; their stories ended in the Funeral Home.

After we finished the exercise, one of the women present confided in me that she had a daughter who had gone through this situation. Other women were not able to participate due to the emotional stress.

One of the most difficult things to think about was how common this issue is and yet how little it is talked about in the church. And, as our presenter said, our silence gives consent. When we say nothing, when we allow these things to continue happening, we encourage the violence to continue. This is especially troublesome when we consider the epidemic of misplaced blame: telling women that they deserve to be abused or that the abuse is somehow their fault. But there are no excuses for violence. It is a choice made by the abuser, and we cannot be silent. We cannot let women continue to believe that they are inferior or that this is their fault they are abused.

Our presenter provided some resources on how to address this issue. These were a few of the suggestions:

  • preach sermons on the topic in Sunday service
  • teach youth (and others in the church) what healthy relationships look like
  • put  resource cards in bathroom stalls (where women can take them without anyone else seeing), called "Shoe Cards" because they can be kept in a shoe--so an abuser would not find it in the victim's purse
  • learn how to support someone who is experiencing abuse 
  • become educated domestic violence and what shelters/other forms of support are in your community

The statistics regarding the prevalence of domestic violence are heartbreaking. As the presenter said, "If domestic violence was the flu, we would be mobilizing."