UPDATE: #C36 passed the House’s 3rd reading just moments ago.
Prostitution is a Human Rights Violation: C36
I haven’t been posting MRA shit because I’ve been doing something much more important. I’ve been watching both the House and Senate hearings on Bill C36. C36 is a response to the decriminalization of prostitution in Canada. Three laws were struck down in Dec 2013 to this effect. This bill is similar to the Swedish model which criminalizes men for buying women but also criminalizes prostituted women, which almost everyone opposes, including me.
Not one woman should be criminalized for being a victim of male violence. That would be like arresting and charging a battered woman or a rape victim. It’s foolish. I have my doubts that the police will crack down on the men. I highly doubt it. However, the great part of the bill is addressing the human rights aspect in the sense that women are not objects to be bought and sold just as we don’t allow people to buy organs, limbs etc. Prostitution is a result of patriarchy, the second class status of women in relationship to men. This is why most prostitutes are women and most buyers are men.
The NGO’s and individuals in the hearings come from everywhere. Bridget Perrier, an aboriginal woman who was prostituted reads off a statement from a young woman whose mother was murdered by Pickton, Canada’s serial killer of prostitutes. He admitted to murdering 49 women from my neighbourhood,dismembering them and feeding them to pigs. Aboriginal women are overrepresented as prostituted women as are Chinese women. The racism inherent in prostitution is just another layer that adds to the fact that this is a human rights violation.
Face to Face With Canada’s Serial Murderer
I remember when I got back from Boston one year and my street was cordoned off. They had arrested Pickton that day and I remember the haunting feeling knowing there were body parts and bone fragments all over the place. The vigils and candles quickly lit up the night at the entrance to his pig farm. There were two large white tents marked ‘victim services’ while crime scene tape blew in the wind. The ground was hard because it had been cold, unusually cold. The backhoes and the sifting machines worked all day finding teeth and jawbones. The media was everywhere and I could barely drive out of my neighbourhood and could only get back in with ID.
Happy Hookers with Internet Connections
A few years ago, on Youtube, a bunch of ‘sex positive’ women, two of which wanted to own a brothel, bullied the few radical feminists who made videos against prostitution. Our premise was radically simple: in an unequal world where women are the lower socioeconomic class, prostitution is a human rights violation against women. I don’t expect that many of you will disagree with me but if you do disagree feel free to make your case in the comment section.
Arguing for prostitution on Youtube is like fishing in a nest. Since Youtube is predominately male these few ‘sex positives’ didn’t have to do much to have lots of men doing anything and everything to please them and bully for them. These men became johns and pimps, gratefully abusing a few radical feminists who didn’t sugarcoat, smile, and cater to their feelings and the idea that women’s bodies are commodities. We few radfems were attacked every single day.
The leader of the sex poz bullies made a sock account and emailed a radical feminist pretending to be an abused teen in order to get dox on this radfem. It was quickly discovered and a whole slew of them gaslighted us by changing their profile pics and generally just being foolish. We radfems knew these people would stop at nothing to harm us. These bullies would stalk us around Youtube and, like MRA’s, would take an innocuous comment, blow it out of proportion, turn on the fauxrage, and make endless videos about it. They accused us of dropping dox, which we never did and of course the same old slurs like TERF and sex-negative.
Eventually, the few radfems, being exhausted, started fighting each other. The whole debacle was terribly sad. We divided. This taught me many valuable lessons which I won’t outline here except to say that whenever the subject of prostitution comes up on Youtube it has the effect of dividing women. Men get involved to protect their interest and women who are friends with these men are too afraid to speak up and stand with the sister the male just denounced.
Currently, the prostitution debate, which isn’t really a debate, has creeped back on Youtube and this past week has been very revealing to me as to who is an ally and who isn’t. Self professed socialists won’t take a stand against the human rights violations of women and pay lip service to pro exploitation folks. It’s disgusting. Of course, I don’t listen to men on this subject because they have a vested interest in making sure women’s bodies are on the market for them to buy, whether they ever do or not. If these same men think it’s wonderful to sell then I’d like to see them sell their ass to larger, stronger gay men for a year and then tell me how great it was while being force fed drugs. I’d love to see that.
Men’s Voices, The Real Ones
Prostitution is driven by demand. Johns don’t care about the women they buy. Men who buy women or support buying women are the most insidious male supremacists and racists because they view women as something they can buy for the right price. This is what one john says about buying women:If you want to see the full project it’s here. Not one john appeared for C36 to tell the Canadian government how nice they are and how they need to buy women.
Canada, I hope, will make herstory. The key elements to C36 revolve around the basic premise that prostitution is male violence against women and violates the Charter. This is important and I expect that the preamble to the bill will be modified to clearly reflect that so it will survive a court challenge.
House hearing videos are here.
Senate videos are here.
These are hours upon hours of video. Some of the best interviews are in the House because they have more time to speak than in the Senate, plus the questions in the House are much more detailed. Some of these presentations are morbid. There are parents of girls who were murdered and indeed they drown out the voices of happy hooker NGO’s and ‘researchers’ like Chris Atkinson who say this is all consensual and great fun. He says the Johns are nice people but when asked if he interviews the girlfriends and wives of these men he’s silent. Seriously, I wanted to punch the screen when he spoke as well as when a couple Adult entertainment lawyers spoke who actually said that strippers don’t sell sex in the clubs they represent. Thankfully, there are presenters who are well researched and who don’t lie to the committee.
An older prostitute, when asked if prostitution was inherently violent, stated that only 20% of women have that experience of violence and then went on, in the same thought, to say she had several episodes where she was beaten. I couldn’t believe how normalized and compartmentalized these women thought about the violence directed at them. They put on a good face to the committee saying how happy they were but cavalierly revealed they were abused. You could tell the MP’s weren’t buying their stories of happy hooker.
One of the applicants on the Supreme court challenge was a minor when she was pimped into prostitution! I watched some of the pro-exploitation NGO speakers making disrespectful ‘rolling eyes’ at witnesses who contradicted them. The Swedes were interviewed too. They said quite clearly: this is a human rights violation against women. Men do not need to buy sex and they aren’t entitled to sex. The demand is the problem.
I’ve been on Twitter tweeting under the hashtag #C36 and there are john’s on there simply don’t give a fuck whether they buy underage kids or trafficked girls/women. It’s frustrating and I’ve had to block a few people who can’t argue their case and who resort to low tactics or silly analogies. One john told me I needed to get out more.
One NGO that focuses on how Chinese women are exploited really had serious impact on me. The racism that is enacted on Chinese women’s bodies was clearly stated. Chinese women are sex trafficked to Canada and forced into ‘massage parlours’ where men want them to act like children and obedient, which is a racist stereotype. I think it really impacted me because I live in Chinatown and I interact with so many Asian women on a day to day basis and it made me wonder how many of the women I see are here in Canada because they’ve been sex trafficked.
On Channeling Your Inner Cheech
Lastly, and with more happiness, I have a new young buck (male mouse). I’ve named him Cheech. He’s really a fool. He runs with his tail in the air and is extremely playful. It took a while to gain a bit of his trust. He comes when I call him and then acts silly. He reminds me of a hobo. His ear is bitten and he’s thin. He’s the goofiest mouse I’ve ever met but also very friendly. I sort of feel like I need to protect him because he does crazy things. One night he climbed up a wall hanging while I watched him. He sat up on the thin wooden rod looking down at me and then climbed down only to go back up again because he could. He’s a clown.
Shortly before discovering he could literally climb the wall he climbed a wire behind my desk, sat on top in the corner and stood infinitely still while scanning me with his black beady eyes. Cheech knows I won’t harm him.
Yesterday evening I got down on the floor with peanut butter on my fingers. I’m training him to come eat from my hand. I call him and he comes with his nose moving rapidly while he stretches his body like an elastic when he gets closer to me. His game is to make me sit there while he sniffs the floor for 15 minutes pretending he’s not really interested and not really hungry. He’s bad at this game because he never stops looking back to see if I’m still there. So I wait, silently, while he goes through his own psychological torment.
Eventually he makes a loop near me. His nose pushes forward as he smells my legs. Yes Cheech, that’s Mum. He pops, landing a few feet away and continues looping back and smelling me. Sometimes I think he might be more interested in me than the peanut butter but that’s Cheech trying to fool me.
You can learn a lot from Cheech. He’s just so pathetic that you want to love him. That bitten ear marks him as a troublemaker among his own kind. His young skinny frame, while muscular, pops when he moves as if he’s the oldest mouse alive. He wears a black spot between his eyes. Looks like someone took an ink pen to him. I love little Cheech. He needs his own hashtag on twitter.