We’re gonna need a bigger boat…
I started this blog as I explored the many facets of my own view of reality, which include aspects of deep Gaian ecology and aspects of feminism too - I’ve been described as an Eco-feminist and I’m ok with that, that hat fits.
There’s a short youtube film on the right there for you and it illustrates the journey nicely and is why this blog is caleld "We’re gonna need a bigger boat…"
For both the eco and the feminist parts are similar here. In both we fight a rising tide of ignorance and disbelief - no-one wants to believe the oil is running out and faster than anyone cares to admit. No-one wants to believe the damage being done to our ecosystem, some of which is now irreversable. Some would like to become Davros and believe this is unstoppable and we should just mutate and go with it, become the monster. Others want to save and preserve what we have left. No-one wants to believe that their son/partner/brother could abuse a woman, no-one wants to see the faces of abuse that we do look on every day. No-one wants to see the enormous scale of the problem.
But when you do start to see it you start putting up the No Swimming signs - watch the film, you’ll get the idea. No-one listens, no-one wants to believe it. So you shout louder, put up bigger signs and still no-one listens and the tide just keeps coming in and the shark gets fat.
Two women in the UK will be killed by their partner/boyfriend/husband THIS WEEK. Do we see them? Are they on the news? Only if he does it in a particularly interesting way. It’s so commonplace it’s not even newsworthy any more.
We’re gonna need a bigger boat…….
Some women I know have their own boats and they save some from the shark, but they’re just not big enough.
When they first arrived the woman – let’s call her Christine – had tears pouring down her cheeks the whole time. She wasn’t actively crying; she was just in tears all the time. She would knock on the office door but would never come in. She’d open the door and then stand half in, half out – ready to run. Post, for her, was something to be dreaded. Always bad news, always a challenge, always someone saying “I don’t believe you”.
(snip)
Christine is a qualified youth worker now. Her daughter did a parachute jump for charity this year. It’s been tough for all of them but they’ve made it – thanks, partially, to the building that was kind to them, helped them feel safe, helped them be safe, helped them start their recovery.
We’re gonna need lots of bigger boats…..
