Fighting The Patriarchy One Grandpa At A Time

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To the other adults in the room this is fine.

A grown man looms behind my three-year-old daughter. Occasionally he will poke or tickle her and she responds by shrinking. Smaller and smaller with each unwanted advance. I imagine her trying to become slight enough to slip out of her booster seat and slide under the table.

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When my mother views this scene, she sees playful taunting. A grandfather engaging with his granddaughter.

“Mae.” My tone cuts through the din of a familiar family gathering together. She does not look at me.

“Mae.” I start again. “You can tell him no Mae. If this isn’t okay you could say something like, Papa, please back up—I would like some space for my body.”

As I say the words, my step-father, the bulldog, leans in a little closer, hovering just above her head. His tenebrous grin taunts me as my daughter accordions her 30-pound frame hoping to escape his tickles and hot breath.

I repeat myself with a little more force. She finally peeks up at me.

“Mama…can you say it?” Surprise. A three-year-old-girl doesn’t feel comfortable defending herself against a grown man. A man that has stated he loves and cares for her over and over again, and yet, stands here showing zero concern for her wishes about her own body. I ready myself for battle.

“Papa! Please back up! Mae would like some space for her body.” My voice is firm but cheerful. He does not move.

“Papa. I should not have to ask you twice. Please back up. Mae is uncomfortable.”

“Oh, relax,” he says, ruffling her wispy blonde hair. The patriarchy stands, patronizing me in my own damn kitchen. “We’re just playin’.” His southern drawl does not charm me.

No. You were playing. She was not. She’s made it clear that she would like some space, now please back up.”

“I can play how I want with her.” He says, straightening his posture. My chest tightens. The sun-bleached hairs on my arms stand at attention as this man, who has been my father figure for more than three decades, enters the battle ring.

“No. No, you cannot play however you want with her. It’s not okay to ‘have fun’ with someone who does not want to play.” He opens his mouth to respond but my rage is palpable through my measured response. I wonder if my daughter can feel it. I hope she can.

Fighting the patriarchy one Grandpa at a time. Teaching my daughter that she has power to say no, and has control over her own body. #momlife #smashthepatriarchy #patriarchy #feminism

He retreats to the living room and my daughter stares up at me. Her eyes, a starburst of blue and hazel, shine with admiration for her mama. The dragon has been slayed (for now). My own mother is silent. She refuses to make eye contact with me.

This is the same woman who shut me down when I told her about a sexual assault I had recently come to acknowledge.

This is the same woman who was abducted by a carful of strangers as she walked home one night. She fought and screamed until they kicked her out. Speeding away, they ran over her ankle and left her with a lifetime of physical and emotional pain. This is the same woman who said nothing, who could say nothing as her boss and his friends sexually harassed her for years.

This is the same woman who married one of those friends.

When my mother views this scene, she sees her daughter overreacting.

She sees me “making a big deal out of nothing.” Her concerns lie more in maintaining the status quo and cradling my step-dad’s toxic ego than in protecting the shrinking three-year-old in front of her.

When I view this scene, I am both bolstered and dismayed. My own strength and refusal to keep quiet is the result of hundreds, probably thousands of years of women being mistreated, and their protests ignored.

It is the result of watching my own mother suffer quietly at the hands of too many men. It is the result of my own mistreatment and my solemn vow to be part of ending this cycle.

Fighting the patriarchy one Grandpa at a time. Teaching my daughter that she has power to say no, and has control over her own body. #momlife #smashthepatriarchy #patriarchy #feminism

It would be so easy to see a little girl being taught that her wishes don’t matter.

That her body is not her own. That even people she loves will mistreat and ignore her. And that all of this is “okay” in the name of other people, men, having fun.

But. What I see instead is a little girl watching her mama. I see a little girl learning that her voice matters. That her wishes matter. I see a little girl learning that she is allowed and expected to say no. I see her learning that this is not okay.

And I hope my mom is learning something, too.

This piece originally appeared at Motherwell Magazine

2 COMMENTS

  1. I appreciate this article, but I do not agree with the title. You are shaming all grandfathers and fathers and posting a title like this puts a bad name on good men. My boys are Good Boys..my husband is a Good Man. They would and will never act like this. And its titles like this that perpetuate that all men are bad..all are rapists, all are the enemy to be fought off.

  2. My ex brother in law once pinned me down on a bed and tickled me “all in fun.” I was in my 20’s, he in his 30’s. I told him repeatedly to stop but he didn’t. I was fit and lithe but much smaller than he was. So, I did what I knew I could after years of having an older brother…I lifted my leg between us and kicked him straight in the chest with all of my might, shoving him backwards on his ass and knocking the wind out of him. I said, “I asked you to stop way more times than I should have had to. Don’t ever touch me again.” He and his wife were livid, insisting that I was too sensitive, over reacted and how dare I do such a thing when he was just playing around.
    Thankfully, my then husband said, “let’s look at this a different way. Someone holds your wife down against her will and doesn’t comply when he’s told several times to stop. You’re lucky I have self control and don’t tear you apart right now but if you ever lay a finger on her again, I won’t have the same restraint.”
    Needless to say, things were awkward after that but I didn’t care. I hope and pray that my daughters have the same instincts and power in a situation like that no matter who it is! I will never tell my daughters that they over reacted…if their instincts tell them it’s an uncomfortable situation, I will support whatever decision/approach they take to empower themselves and get of that situation.

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