Sunday Reads: No Moore… #MeAt14Posted: November 12, 2017
Well, when I was 14 years old, I had to wear a back brace. The corset kind, that came down over my hips and half way through around my ass. It was quite a surprise for all those teenage boys who felt the “urge” to carry out their “need” to slap ass…they got a hand full of hard plastic and most of the time a little pain with the shock that what they expected to feel…it wasn’t there.
The same thing happened when my science teacher in ninth grade went to slap my ass…
He was taking aback by the hard plastic, my ass wasn’t as soft as the few other girls in the class. The other ones who also had his affectionate pats of encouragement. One girl in particular, who was a repeat victim of his assaults…felt she could not go to her mom because her her mother was in the process of getting a teaching job at the school. She thought it would jeopardize the mother’s chances of getting an offer to teach, if her mom had to deal with a current teacher’s sexual harassment.
I spoke out. I told my dad. He called the school and talked to the science teacher himself. My dad got the confirmation straight from the asshole himself. Yes, he was grabbing his young female student’s inappropriately. He agreed, if he did it one more time, to anyone, my father would notify the authorities. If he started to single me out or treat me in any way different because of their “discussion” …my father would notify the authorities.
It worked. He stopped. At least as far as I knew…at least in our class. For the remainder of the year. My friend..her mother did get the teacher job at that jr. high school. Even at that age, the connection between employment and speaking out on sexual harassment was ingrained into a fourteen year old girl.
This whole turn of events, I’d forgotten them…
It all came back to me yesterday while my mom and I where eating dinner and we were talking about so many things making headlines this past week. I even had to call my dad to see if he remembered talking to that asshole teacher… and he did. My dad laughed about it. I think back now and wonder if maybe we all should have spoken out about what was going on in that classroom.
Me at 14. Me at 15. It never stops. The continued assault and harassment is never ending. Me at 47. Still.
Here are some links via twitter. I’m still doing this post from my phone. It sucks.
Go to Twitter and look up the #MeAt14 hashtag.
This is an open thread.