This time, I will take a stand.

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Over 30 years ago, when I worked in Washington, D.C., I took the Metro to work. It’s always crowded on a subway during rush hour, and you get used to being jostled by people, bodies crammed together. But one morning on the platform, I thought a man purposefully touched my butt with his hand. I didn’t say anything because I wasn’t sure. But then I watched the nicely dressed middle-aged man as he walked through the crowd, hands at his sides. As he passed several women, he distinctly turned his hand out to brush their back sides.

I wanted to run after him, yelling and making a scene. But I didn’t. I don’t make scenes. I don’t cause a fuss. I don’t take a stand.

About 20 years ago, I was in a small public library, standing in front of the reference desk, speaking to the librarian in my best library voice. A man materialized behind the woman, facing me. From my peripheral vision, I suddenly realized he had his penis out of his pants, in his hands, right there behind the librarian’s back just a few feet away.

My face flushed but I didn’t look up or otherwise react. So deeply ingrained is my reticence for making waves that it essentially overrode my fight-or-flight instinct.

I quickly ended my conversation and hurried back to the table where I had been working, sitting with my back to the reference desk. I sat there for a few minutes in panic, thinking only, “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.” I was irrationally afraid. If I confronted him, would he find out where I worked, right next door? Would he find out where I lived, not far away? Would he come after me?

Then I packed up my things and scurried out, keeping my eyes to the ground. I never made a scene. I never made a fuss.

When I think about those incidents now, I re-envision them in my head:

I am running after the guy in the subway, yelling at the top of my voice to keep his hands to himself, warning women, calling out to security.

I am looking up at the guy in the library, staring him down, yelling in a non-library voice to “put that thing back in your pants RIGHT NOW.” 

I almost dare these incidents to repeat themselves so I can take a stand.

But two weeks ago, I did it again – I failed to take a stand.

My blog that week was a nice story about our mixed-up order in a restaurant and the waitress’ authentic apology and how it helped me to feel connected. I had it finished several days ahead of time. When I opened it the morning of my scheduled “post day,” I hated it. It was missing something.

In a personal blog, it’s not enough just to relate a story. There has to be a reason for sharing it. There’s always a life lesson or an “ah-ha” moment or an opportunity for personal growth in the story and it’s my job as the writer to find it and share it.

As I write, I always ask myself, What is this really about? What’s the point? What am I trying to say? Why am I telling this?”

When I looked at my draft that morning, I couldn’t answer those questions. For the next five hours, I frantically wrote and rewrote. Then, around 4 pm, an hour before I’m scheduled to post, it clicked.

There was a much bigger lesson there about saying I’m sorry related to what was going on in our world. It had been trying to speak to me, calling to me as I banged away on my laptop, but I didn’t listen. The words were fighting to organize, but I didn’t let them.

I didn’t hear the message in my own story because I was afraid to take a stand.

And once I heard the message, I couldn’t wrap my brain completely around it in an hour, so finally I had to let go and hit “publish.”

Now I’ve had some time to get my thoughts together:

My I’m sorry blog posted about a week after the incidents in Charlottesville. All the Jimmy Kimmels and Jimmy Fallons of the airwaves were taking a stand. My 100 + subscribers and maybe 2,000 followers on various platforms isn’t much of a audience, so I didn’t see how it could make a difference for me to take a stand. Why bother?

The answer to that question, which I figured out too late, is this: because people who are hurting or scared need to know that those of us who are not hurting or scared in the same way will stand up for them, whether one or a million people are listening.

I know how I feel in my heart, but if I don’t speak up, how will anyone know I will stand with them?

So whatever the color of your skin, your sexual preference or orientation, religion or lack thereof, nationality, or political persuasion, I am an ally. I won’t let my fear, whether it’s real or irrational, make me look away, walk away, sit down or shut up when you need me. I will make a scene, make a fuss, speak out.

If you stand for hate, I will pray for your heart and soul, but I won’t stand by if you take it out on another human being. And I will hate what you stand for and hate your actions, but I refuse to hate you, even if you hate me. We already have too much hate in the world and I won’t add to it.

I’m sorry it took me so long to take a stand. I’m sorry it took Charlottesville to wake me up.

That’s my authentic apology and I hope it helps us all, small in number though we are, to feel connected.

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  1. on September 1, 2017 at 10:16 AM

    I love your strength Karen! Hope you’re feeling better. 🙂

    • on September 1, 2017 at 12:14 PM

      Thanks so much, Jim. Yes, today’s a better day! How can it not be, with the outpouring of love I received 🙂

  2. on September 1, 2017 at 6:02 PM

    Thank you for taking a stand, and for baring your soul. You are amazing.

    • on September 1, 2017 at 7:39 PM

      And thank you Vicki, for the encouragement!!

  3. on September 1, 2017 at 11:01 PM

    This story resonates with me. I think we all feel shame and sorrow about Charlottesville.

    • on September 2, 2017 at 10:53 AM

      Yes – all the hatred came out of the shadows. At least now we know it’s there.

  4. on September 4, 2017 at 12:12 AM

    There is a nonviolent protester coming to birth in you, Karen. It will probably take you a long time , as it has me, to learn to respond and not react, either passively or aggressively.

    • on September 4, 2017 at 12:48 PM

      Thanks for your comment Pat. I hear what you’re saying, and I know you’ve worked hard to find the approach that works best for you. My growth is in realizing that sometimes situations call for one to react, not respond. Sometimes aggressive is better than assertive. Sometimes our gut instinct is better at knowing what to do than our intellect. Our intellect can rationalize and talk us out of things that need to be said or screamed, messily and imperfectly. I want to start listening to my gut (messed up as it is!) and if I need to protest a little violently (hopefully verbally, not physically,) I want to do that. That’s my rebirth.

  5. on September 14, 2017 at 5:51 PM

    I was encouraged by your article. The fact that you are trying to make a positive change. Bravery is doing something regardless of our fears.

    • on September 14, 2017 at 8:12 PM

      Thanks so much for your comment, PM, and I’m glad it encouraged you. My positive change may not save the world, but if it helps just one person, then I’m glad. And you’re so right about bravery – you have to acknowledge the fear and then step forward.

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