I participated for the first time in the Small Revolutions Camp in a course/workshop between men. I believe that most of us are encouraged by the work of feminists, I felt in most of us the desire to do something – such a mea fault? –.
One of the conclusions that was drawn was, in my opinion, the most important, that rapists and aggressors are not born out of nowhere, but rather from the breeding of machic microaggressions and behavioral jokes that we have added among men. This ecosystem is the one that powers the attack, the aggressor. We are passive receivers when we are not active agents of the ecosystem. Men, for example, don't denounce men as machistas, we usually leave it to the local feminist.
When I was twelve years old I approached a girl behind in the town celebrations and touched her breasts, with sixteen I touched the ass to another, with those of the crew “I have classified” the girls for their physique...
It was also very interesting to discuss what to do with an aggressor after a complaint. Here, once again, it is the feminists – and not the gang/family of the aggressor – who demand/drive the aggressor’s psychological care.
What can white men do that we're sitting on the chair of the hegemony pyramid? Maybe he's the first to review our way of living. Perhaps we have been “I”, or “a friend of mine” that is so fruitful for these kinds of situations, who have committed attitudes, comments, jokes and micro macho aggressions; also those we have seen beside us and have not said anything to my brother, friend of the crew or my father. Because if all women have ever suffered a #nikerebai, all men have provoked #nikerebai.
#Nikerebai: I had hardly worked at my mother's house compared to my sister, at the age of twelve I approached a girl behind in the town parties and touched her breasts, at the age of sixteen I touched another's ass. With those in the crew I have “classified” the girls by their physicist, destroyed their physical forms, also in our case have been the boys ligons – and in the best sense of the word the “cabrons” – but the girls are hot foals – if we did not say “what slut” –. We once went to a brothel. I sang “El que no bote maricón” and said “that girl is tortillera.” I've oppressed several friends, I've underestimated them a hundred times. I've gotten to whatsapp a thousand jokes of bad taste, a machista video, and I haven't taken any drastic action. I met one or the other aggressor, I didn't know how to behave, and I turned my back, to the battered girl, and to the situation itself.
Hegemonic white man with family and normal crew: #nikerebai. #gukerebai. n
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