Growing up as a chubby white girl, I remember being warned about Black men. I remember receiving messages that Black men were sexually predatory and that they take advantage of insecure white women.Read More
I have always been too much.
I am 19 years old and have measured just inches from six feet tall for the greater part of my life. It’s comical now to think of: the loud, talkative, five-foot-nine-inch, 9-year-old version of myself ambling through a sea of miniature fourth graders. I was happy and it didn’t faze me for the most part. Until one day when an older boy teased me, telling me girls shouldn’t be bigger than boys. And when a female teacher told me a girl my size shouldn’t speak so loud.Read More
In my professional and personal lives, I have listened to many people share their stories of surviving sexual assault. Some spoke with their chins lifted and their eyes locked on mine. Others looked over my head at the wall or down at their hands. I have read numerous accounts of assault, some descriptive and detailed, some vague, some plain and direct, and some poetic. I have watched performances, read fiction and scholarly articles, and taken part in conversations about sexual violence.
I have heard a lot of stories.
And that is one small way I try to help bring about change: by bearing witness.Read More
Research can be a tool for justice. How? One of my students, Kristin Herbert, put it best:
“Research exposes injustice. We cannot fight for justice when we are not informed, and by informing others we create action.”Read More