Thursday, 26 September 2013

Running up a ladder of shortlists..

Hot on the heels of Kazuri being shortlisted best charity in the Centre for Social Justice awards earlier this year, our Coming Home Cardiff initiative is recognised as a project that can change lives by Women In Housing.

I'm chuffed. Thanks, this means a lot. I don't really do things for recognition, I do things because they need to be done.

I spare the Oscar winner speech save to say may the best woman win.

Best Community / Training Project to Rebuild Women’s Lives

Sponsored by One Ark

1. Caroline Tosal-Suprun/Christine Partington House – Bolton at Home

2. Female Focus – City South Manchester Housing Trust & Manchester Active Voices

3. Farah Damji Coming Home Cardiff – Kazuri Group

4. Sonya Fitt/Family Intervention Programme – Luminus Group

5. Kathryn McClafferty/Grace Court, South Tyneside – Places for People

6. Claire Rogan/Steps to Success – Six Town Housing

Tuesday, 24 September 2013

I fight like a girl

Very strange day. 

Really felt the visceral hatred some women harbour for others. Women who hold power overt other women become masculinized. They lose their vulnerability and those core experiences and emotions that bind us to our humanity.

The nervous laughter, the furtive looks passing between each other to confirm their superiority, the empty space that lurks around them as they suck up air, death stars of gloom.

You know who you are. You can punch the air, send me stupid letters, send me anonymous texts, try and smash fragile plans on the boulders of your psychosis but I'll always win. Because the fight is not mine.

It is when you experience another woman's suffering as your own, when you eat her pain and drink her tears that injustice becomes more than a word.  You run your "correctional" department with the chutzpah of Hitler, the all seeing, marshmallow dumpling, fraying greying vengeful deity. You think you instil fear.  I pity you. You have no power, you're just another blunt tool in the patriarchy's trauma tool box, compartmentalised and sociopathic in your desire to punish.  You have no power. You are a bundle of fear.

I want nothing from you but to be wearing the boot that kicks in your face and the shower of rose petals falling to cover your wound and  make you whole again.

I fight like a girl.

Where did the justice go and when did we start to let hurt people hurt people?