This diary isn't really political so much as it is confessional. Throughout this election season I have been a supporter of Obama and to varying degrees a detractor of Clinton. I have been very concerned about racism in the media, but concerned about sexism to a lesser degree. It seemed to me that it was prevalent but it seemed so petty that I didn't take it very seriously. I couldn't figure out how wife jokes were really as damaging as black jokes. I was wrong. Here is the story of my "awakening" (to borrow the title of a feminist novel...appropriate I think).
I just returned several days ago from leading a trip of 25 volunteers to Greensburg, Kansas to do reconstruction work for Greensburg's tornado recovery. It was an awesome experience. Greensburg is an inspirational town and should be a beacon of light to progressive communities like ours all across the nation and the world. If you don't know much about Greensburg, I'd encourage you to look in to it.
But back to my confession. This was the first trip of this nature I'd ever led. I've been out of college one year, and associate pastor of my church for less than a year. I was learning as I went, and sometimes making it up as I went too! I led a group of both teens and adults, both men and women. We were doing mostly construction work and we were working with construction foremen. I have very little knowledge of how to do construction or run a job site, so I was beholden to the more experienced members of our group, and the foremen, to lead when we were on site.
This proved to be the beginning of some issues for a couple members of our group. A couple of the younger (teenaged) girls in the group were sort of prone to playing while working, and this led to them being taken less-than-seriously by the forman. So when he asked for them to help with a simple job, I didn't think anything of it. They weren't really up for the hard physical work. No big deal, right?
Well, then he recruited two more women who were older, more hard-working, and already semi-busy and asked them to help with the simple project. When I was not around, he explained in detail how to use a hammer and nails. When the ladies told me about this they did so half-offended, half-laughing. And I didn't think anything of. No big deal, right?
But in the days to come, the women on the site were continually told they were going to have a "good job for the women." Again, they reported this half-heartedly, and while I didn't appreciate it (my wife was one of them women spoken to in this way, which made it worse) I didn't want to ruffle feathers and thought to myself, "We're here to serve, not to play PC police." So we kept going. No big deal, right?
This kind of thing continued until Friday, our last day of work. The teen girls had routinely been bounced from jobs, left either to pick up trash around sites or retrieve things for others who were working. Finally, I had a job they could do and recruited them for it. But the job involved leaving the main job site and hauling lumber (while everyone else worked on more glamorous construction work). One of the girls broke down crying. All of a sudden this was not a "no big deal" kind of thing. She and I have a good relationship (I'm her youth pastor) but her first instinct was to push me away too. I, as a man, asking her to do one more menial job was too much.
After she calmed down she talked with me and I apologized. Unfortunately, another man on our new site (where I had taken the girls) kept referring to them collectively as "girls" instead of by name. And he would ask me about decisions, while ignoring the two teen women and another woman on the site much older than me, who had been on the job longer than me. This was all the girls could handle. They went from frustrated to angry. It was literally like watching the primary season, and that is when it hit me. I had no idea what these girls were experiencing. What had seemed to me to be a string of dumb but laughable comments were genuinely hurtful and soul-crushing for these girls. It sucked the life and joy out of them. With every condescending remark, every demeaning job, every time they were told to "just take a few boards" they were being oppressed. It took seeing the pain on their face for me to realize it, and finally step up and talk to people about it. And I, in my dismissiveness of their complaints, and my participation in boys v. girls jokes in the past, have participated in this sexism. I have been a sexist and am a sexist in many ways still. But I am determined to be different.
I will not continue to ignore the sexism in our culture or in myself. I will not allow for such elbow-jab har-har kinds of comments to take place, no matter how innocent they seem. And I will not allow this in any venue - whether it comes to the TV I chose to take in, the company I keep, or the way I allow others to talk to women in my church, youth group, or mission teams. I have been blind to this too long. No longer.
So, while you will never read this, Hillary, I am sorry. I am sorry for jokes I never should have made. I am sorry for keeping silent while the news media kicked you over, and over, and over again.
Women of MYDD, I am sorry that as a man in this community I ignored and even at times defended those who belittled your gender and hindered the progress of a woman toward the highest office.
I am with you now. I intend to boycott MSNBC (which had been my favorite news site) until they formally acknowledge, as I have here, the harm they have done explicitly and implicitly in this election cycle.
There it is. The confession of a recovering sexist.
UPDATE: Wow. My first rec'd diary. Thank you for graciously accepting my apology. I truly hope that confessions like this and petitions like the one I just signed (thanks canadiangal) will make a difference!UPDATE 2: Cross-posted at DKos. I hope it recieves the same warm reception it has here. Thanks again for your kindness. Here is the address - http://www.dailykos.com/story/2008/6/28/14392/2954?new=true
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