Monday, November 24, 2008

White Ribbon Day...25th November

To be a woman, independent, free, healthy, happy, and alive on the 25th of November 2008, is something I personally feel very appreciative of. Many of my sisters do not share this.Today is White Ribbon Day.

"White Ribbon Day was created by a handful of Canadian men in 1991 on the second anniversary of one man's massacre of fourteen women in Montreal. They began the White Ribbon Campaign to urge men to speak out against violence against women.

"http://www.whiteribbonday.org.au/About-WRD-34.aspx

"In 1999, the United Nations General Assembly declared November 25 the International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women (IDEVAW) and the White Ribbon has become the symbol for the day."

"Violence against women continues to persist as one of the most heinous, systematic and prevalent human rights abuses in the world"
(Ban Ki-moon, UN Secretary General)

"At least one out of every three women worldwide are beaten, coerced into sex, or otherwise abused in her lifetime, with rates reaching 70% in some countries."
(Amnesty USA)

"Today hundreds of thousands of white ribbons are worn by men and women across Australia - men at work; men and women in all Australian police forces; men in national and local sporting matches and organisations; men in the media; men and women in politics; men in the defence forces; men and women in capital cities and in rural and regional Australia.

The campaign continues to go from strength to strength and now boasts more than 230 white ribbon Ambassadors Australia wide, as well as more events across the country and more organisations and individuals participating year upon year.

(all from):http://www.whiteribbonday.org.au/About-WRD-34.aspx

The following nations participate in White Ribbon Day: Africa: Kenya, Morocco, Namibia, Nigeria, Sierra Leone, South Africa, Uganda

East Asia: Australia, Cambodia, China, Indonesia, Japan, Laos, Malaysia, New Zealand, Philippines, Singapore, South Korea, Taiwan, Tonga, Vietnam

Europe: Austria, Czech Republic, Denmark, Estonia, Finland, Germany, Italy, Lithuania, Norway, Poland, Spain, Sweden, United Kingdom

Latin America: Argentina, Brazil, Colombia, El Salvador, Nicaragua, Peru

Middle East / Former USSR: Armenia, Azerbaijan, Georgia, Israel, Russia South

Asia:Bangladesh, India, Nepal, Pakistan, Sri Lanka"

(from White Ribbon Site..) http://www.whiteribbonday.org.au/Welcome-64.aspx

"Men who want to support women in our struggle for freedom and justice should understand that it is not terrifically important to us that they learn to cry; it is important to us that they stop the crimes of violence against us. "
Andrea Dworkin

"Women are the worst affected from any kind of violence - be it domestic, development-related or that caused by corporate polluters like Union Carbide. It is up to us, the women, to join hands across the world and keep the fight for justice and against violence alive and unwavering."
Rashida Bee, Bhopal Gas Affected Women's Stationery Union, and winner of the Goldman Environment Prize 2004

I think of, pray for, and celebrate life for my sisters today... (Me).

O world-ignorance,
Although You have shackled my feet,
I am free.
Although You have chained my hands,
I am free.
Although You have enslaved my body,
I am free.
I am free because I am not of the body.
I am free because I am not the body,
I am free because I am the soul-bird
That flies in Infinity- Sky.
I am the soul-child that dreams
On the Lap of the immortal King Supreme.

(The Soul Bird~ Sri Chinmoy).

...and a little poetry celebration of some of my favorite female poets...



Still I Rise

(by Maya Angelou)

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?'
Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard'
Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.



Touched by An Angel

by Maya Angelou


We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.


Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.


We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love which sets us free.


Understand Old One

by Oodgeroo Noonuccal


What if you came back now
To our new world, the city roaring
There on the old peaceful camping place
Of your red fires along the quiet water,
How you would wonder
At towering stone gunyas high in air
Immense, incredible;
Planes in the sky over,
swarms of cars
Like things frantic in flight.



Risk

by Anais Nin

And then the day came,
when the risk to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took to Blossom.



Autumn Song

by Sarojini Naidu

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,

The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?


The Longing

by Nimah Nawwab

Freedom.
How her spiritHaunts,Hooks,Entices us all!
Freedom,
Will the time come
For my ideas to roam
Across this vast land’s deserts,
Through the caverns of the Empty Quarter?
For my voice to be sent forth,
Crying out in the stillness of a quiet people,
A voice among the voiceless?
For my thoughts, that hurl around
In a never-ending spiral,
To settle
Mature, grow and flourish
In a barren wasteland of shackled minds?
Will my spirit be set free—To soar above the undulating palm fronds?
Will my essence and heart be unfettered,
ForeverFreed,
Of man-made Thou Shall Nots?


Girl

by Lisa Zaran


She said she collects pieces of sky,
cuts holes out of it with silver scissors,
bits of heaven she calls them.
Every day a bevy of birds flies rings around her fingers,
my chorus of wives, she calls them.
Every day she reads poetry from dusty books she borrows from the library,
sitting in the park,
she smiles at passing strangers,
yet can not seem to shake her own sad feelings.
She said that night reminds her of a cool hand placed gently across her fevered brow,
said she likes to fall asleep beneath the stars,
that their streaks of light make her believe that she too is going somewhere.
Infinity,
she whispers as she closes her eyes,
descending into thin air,
where no arms outstretch to catch her.

10 comments:

Janice Thomson said...

Pam, what a moving post. I remember the horror of that day in 1989 and my heart filled with tears yet again.
What a touching tribute to these women.
Love the poems you've chosen for this. I'm familiar with most of them but had not read Anais Nin whose poem really struck a chord with me.

Carver said...

This is an excellent post Pam. This is so moving and such an important topic.

Barbara Martin said...

Pam, thank you for this touching tribute to women.

Maithri said...

Beautiful post my friend...

May every man in this world recognise the importance of his sister, his mother, his daughter, his wife...

May we move towards true equality instead of feigned equality...

May we raise our voices for justice,

Until all of us... wherever we are....

are free,

My love to you, M

ivan said...

I guess Maithri said it.

fotoface said...

HEAVY STUFF

Donn Coppens said...

It's shocking really. Especially when one considers that vertebrates start out as default females.

We all start from your basic design X (920) genes and along comes a paltry Y (115) that nine weeks into the show starts creating a male.

It doesn't make any sense that this inequality continues..
although in some countries (we all know which) the most insecure males on Earth wouldn't have it any other way.

Border Explorer said...

Maithri sent me here, and I'm glad I found this particular post. There is a horrendous problem with violence against women near where I live: femicide, the killing of women for sport. I'm struggling to respond to this evil. Thanks for the support I found here.

Carver said...

I thought I'd pop back and tell you it was nice seeing your comment on my blog. Hope you can rest up now after your trip and harvesting!

Yoli said...

This is a beautiful tribute. I am so glad I found you.