Showing posts with label bullying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bullying. Show all posts

Sunday, May 3, 2020

A Journal of Resistance During COVID-19 | Light at the End of the Tunnel?


It has been extremely challenging dealing with more bullying—this time coming from a real estate agent hired by my ex-husband.  What kept going through this other horrific experience. besides my moving meditation, was one of the most compelling poems ever written
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth,--the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms.
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
                     - Emily Dickinson
The day ended with a majestic sunset viewed by the Hudson river waterfront. On my way back the sun was framed by the tunnel underneath the West Side Highway, a reminder that there will be finally light at the end of the darkness of these past years. And viewing the sun also reminded me that saving Sun Farm is important not only for to preserve the value of arts in human life—already an important effort on its own—but also as a statement of resistance against bullying, greed and corruption.

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Mindfulness as Survival Means | "Finding the Axis Mundi" on My Birthday


Article 15 of New York Human Rights Law of the Executive Law (chapter 18 of the Consolidated Laws of New York) prohibits "discrimination on the basis of "age, race, creed, color, national origin, sexual orientation, military status, sex, marital status or disability" and 'under the Human Rights Law in New York, every citizen has an “equal opportunity to enjoy a full and productive life.” Since 2014 my "opportunity to enjoy a full and productive life.” has been denied by many parties. While I was undergoing traumatic divorce proceedings I was subjected to prejudicial treatment, harassment and abuse of power by the co-op board of an Upper West Side building where I have been a resident and shareholder since 1989.
    Perhaps my personal story is an autoethonography which also can be contextualized in gentrification: NYC neighborhoods have been transformed in the past decades, but the increase of real estate value is proportional to the decrease of community values.
   My divorce case is somehow similar to a multitude of cases.   Families are destroyed by the greed of attorneys and anybody else involved in the "divorce industry": the main victims are the parties with economical and social disadvantage. The lack of assistance from agencies who are supposed to support victims of domestic abuse aggrevates the situation. For years I have been trying unsuccessfully to get legal assistance from the NYC Center for Family Justice. My case involved mental cruelty, emotional abuse and financial control—which are recognized as domestic abuse—but I was never provided any legal support or counseling. I was referred to private legal practices who would not even consider my case since did not involve physical violence.
   Due to such course of events, this year celebration of my birthday in New York was extremely difficult.  I am a middle-class, middle-age intellectual and seem to have become a scapegoat for everybody's anger and frustration.  As a designer/artist and yoga practitioner I resort to creativity, a healthy lifestyle and meditation as means of survival. A yoga practice at sunset by the Hudson River reminded how the beauty of nature and the urban energy can help to overcome my immediate social context.
   A movement practice in a urban space is a way to a collective healing, bringing a personal expression to a public statement, I do not believe my story is isolated and am trying to make it public. I hope that sharing with others the abuse and bullying I have been subjected to, will help not only as narrative for the healing process, but also for public change.
    Quoting Audre Lorde,  “My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you. But for every real word spoken, for every attempt I had ever made to speak those truths for which I am still seeking, I had made contact with other women while we examined the words to fit a world in which we all believed, bridging our differences.”
 

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Toward Healing | Powerful Quotes to Find Our Voice

The isolation of victims of bullying is one of the main factors contributing to the reinforcing loop escalating episodes of bullying. Meaningful quotes can make us feel less alone and also motivate to speak up and find our voice again.

The 1986 Nobel Laureate Elie Weisel stated:

"We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented."

"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference."

"There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest. "


I found the quotes below in the blog Bullying of Academics in Higher Education

"Nothing strengthens authority as much as silence." 
Leonardo da Vinci - 

"All that is necessary for evil to succeed is that good men [or good women] do nothing." 
Edmund Burke -

In Finding the Axis Mundi I find my voice by moving my body. In an upside-down world perhaps standing on my head will correct the view? I love metaphors!
Finding my Axis Mundi in a tunnel under the dunes, at Fort Tilden

Saturday, July 16, 2016

camminando | Re-visiting the Healing Beauty of Ethernal Roman Urban Spaces

Piazza Campo de' Fiori: the statue of Giordano Bruno by Ettore Ferrari (1889) erected where the Dominican friar (also philosopher, mathematician and poet) was burnt at stake. The inscription in the base reads:
A BRUNO - IL SECOLO DA LUI DIVINATO - QUI DOVE IL ROGO ARSE
While landing at the Leonardo da Vinci international airport,  the pilot welcomes the passengers to Rome, announcing the local time and saying, right after, that "time does not matter, since Rome is the ethernal city".
I truly welcome this remark: for me as well Rome is ethernal, the place of my soul and mind where time stands still in the timeless ruins, art and architecture.
   You don't have to visit the countless museums and churches to become aware of the intoxicating beauty of the ethernal city. Walking becomes not only an act of knowing but also an immersion in beauty and memories-for me both personal and collective.
   I am very much in search for beauty as a means for healing: it seems like everything is falling apart in my life brutally attacked by the power of bureaucracy and dysfunctionality experienced worldwide in three different continents and in three different areas of my life.

Views of the river Tevere
Corso Vittorio Emanuele