In the midst of the new and traditional media coverage of the Stephon Clark shooting in Sacramento, I saw YET ANOTHER tweet about a woman killed by her intimate partner.
Kiara Brown’s murder did not get quite the volume of coverage Stephon Clark’s has.
(I am not trying to minimize police violence against people of color. Even taking the most generous interpretation towards the Sacramento police’s story and granting them credit they have not earned, since when is death an appropriate penalty for simple breaking and entering? And no, I am not saying that Stephon Clark was breaking and entering. I’m saying that’s the bullshit story the police are promulgating, and that somehow, they mistook his cellphone for a gun. And even taking that all at face value, their response was egregious.)
I wish we could march and protest for Kiara for weeks, and draw national attention to her life and her family’s loss. But we can’t. Because one nameless woman had already been killed on Monday, April 2, before Kiara, and one more would be killed before the day ended. And the next day, Tuesday, April 3, the cycle would repeat. Breakfast? A woman killed. Lunch? A woman killed. Dinner? A woman killed. Wednesday, April 4? Same. Three women. Killed. EVERY DAY.
I wish we could “Say their names” but we can’t, because women are killed by men so frequently that there’s no possible way to keep up.
Today is the 96th day of 2018. That means that by the end of today, 288 women so far this year will have been killed by men who claimed to love them.
“Woke” social media is paying quite a lot of attention to violence against trans people, and that’s a good thing. The trans community is vulnerable to violence and abuse. I’m not trying to minimize that either. Being trans can be downright dangerous. And 2017 was the worst year recorded for violence against trans people. 27 were killed.
Do you know how many women were murdered by their intimate partners in 2017? I don’t, precisely, because that data appears not to be tracked by anyone. But the three every day data point is well supported, so we can confidently estimate that nearly 1100 women were killed in 2017.
Where are our marches? Where are our t-shirts? Movements? Cries of “no justice – no peace!”
These men who are killing their wives and girlfriends every day don’t even have to proffer the bullshit excuses cops offer for killing unarmed people of color: “I though he had a gun” – “I was worried for my safety.”
You know why they’re killing us, and getting away with it, cast as “lovesick teens” rather that “cold-blooded killers”?
Because just as surely as we live in a white supremacist culture, we live in a male supremacist culture. Only we don’t talk about it, because it’s not “woke,” and women who bring it up are “unhip” “hysterical” “over-sensitive” “ball-busting feminazis.”
I have another post about the concept of a male supremacist culture planned, so watch this space, but in the meantime I am fucking furious that THREE WOMEN EVERY DAY DIE AT MEN’S HANDS AND WE SHRUG OUR GODDAMN SHOULDERS.
You should be pissed, too.
Image from the UN’s Women project, and you really should follow the link and check out the full infographic, because it’s sobering.
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