Musings —06.09.2016 07:34 AM—
I’m late to this, because I consciously avoided it. I didn’t want to read what she wrote, because I figured it would leave me wanting to drown the rapist swimmer with my bare hands. Then resuscitate him, and watch him die again. I figured it would leave me feeling, yet again, how loathsome my gender is compared to the other gender.
But that didn’t happen. What stood out – when I finally read it – was this young woman’s intelligence and resilience and grace. She is also one Hell of a writer, too, in a way that most of us could not be in a lifetime of trying. She is extraordinary. When you read what she wrote, you will find yourself blinking at the power of it.
Anyway, here it is. I finally got around to reading it, and now I’m pretty sure I won’t ever forget it.
And finally, to girls everywhere, I am with you. On nights when you feel alone, I am with you. When people doubt you or dismiss you, I am with you. I fought everyday for you. So never stop fighting, I believe you. As the author Anne Lamott once wrote, “Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.” Although I can’t save every boat, I hope that by speaking today, you absorbed a small amount of light, a small knowing that you can’t be silenced, a small satisfaction that justice was served, a small assurance that we are getting somewhere, and a big, big knowing that you are important, unquestionably, you are untouchable, you are beautiful, you are to be valued, respected, undeniably, every minute of every day, you are powerful and nobody can take that away from you. To girls everywhere, I am with you. Thank you.