Hi. Hugo, my friend and fellow TED fellow, started this awesome organization called
Men Speak Up at Harvard University and asked me to write something about the
Yale fraternity DKE incident. The following poem will accompany a previous short MSU interview on my thoughts on men, love and gender equality @ Harvard. I wanted to share it with you. Esther*
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PURPLE PILL
Oh come on...
No means yes, yes means…WHAT?!!!!
You…were part of that?
One of the most kind, talented, smart, compassionate, level headed, independent thinking, courageous you?
You used to get so mad for me when I got upset cuz those local dickwads made all those disgusting smacking, hissing, kissing noises at me on the street, remember?
You ran after them, they were too many, so you ended up not getting anyone of them, but man, I was glad cuz if anyone was caught in your hands, he would have gotten pummeled, I was relieved.
You comforted me when I confessed to you that it happened a lot.
You gave me all your used earphones-7 of them- to put in all my bags and purses, telling me ‘just have it in your ears, pretend you’re listening to music and ignore them, they won’t know it’s not connected to nada.’
Then you gave me the biggest bear hug squeeze and told me to be courageous, that it was not my fault that I am kind, talented, smart, compassion, level headed, independent thinking and also added- very cute.
Remember?
The pen is mightier than the sword, and those words, damn, written by your pen do hurt, man, does it hurt, and just broke my bones and my heart.
You didn’t even touch me but it’s totally physical. Those chanting vibrations, filled with intention and then double loaded with smug laughter and glee just shot right through my whole body. And blood’s oozing out. Everywhere.
I know you would have never done what you did, if you knew it was me, if I could hear your voice, if I knew it was you. Cuz you knew I knew who you used to be.
We were never going to abide by the ‘stupid man,’ we were not going to support ‘him’, we vowed not to conform, be obvious, be cliché, fulfill other people’s petty and pewny sexist jokes, be peer pressured.
We are way to cool and courageous for that. Remember?
But…
I guess you forgot.
And had some bad voluntary amnesia take over you.
I’m not sure why.
I wish I had a Matrix-like purple pill that could bring you and your memory of your dignified self back to me.
And I wish I had Neo’s glowing hand to heal my bleeding holes.
And we could go back, fly in the air and be totally bad ass again against the ‘stupid man.’
I’ll be waiting.
For you and me to star in our next real time reality check show.
As dignified heroes who don’t need purple pills.