Yesterday my aunt was visiting us. During dinner table conversation, she jokingly brought up a little piece of gossip she’d heard from my mom around 20 years ago. I had forgot all about this but the memories came flooding back.
I was around 11 and living in Ramallah. I had started 7th grade at a new school in Jerusalem. It had 2 major differences from my first one. It was an international school with students from all over the world, and it was a mixed sex (co-education). Some time during my first week of school a blonde blue eyed girl introduced herself. Let’s call her Vee.
A few minutes later she declared that I was now her boyfriend! Apparently I had little choice in the matter, because whenever we were in the same room, she would announce it to everyone. She was attractive, but I didn’t appreciate being “acquired” like a piece of meat.
A week later seeing that I wasn’t responsive, she moved on to a tall red-headed Norwegian guy. Same MO. She simply announced our “breakup” and that the Norwegian is now “her guy”. Good riddance I thought, and that was that. It was easy to ignore it since she was a year older and in a different grade.
Only it wasn’t. About a year later I was walking to class and saw her approaching. She smiled, said hi, and then for reasons unknown, she kicked my thigh slightly above my right knee. I wasn’t amused, and instinctively kicked her right back. Same strength, same location. She was furious, and huffed then walked away.
The following day, I went home, and sat at the dinner table with my family. Each day at that time we all had to listen to my sister give mom a detailed report of everything that happened to her at school. Sharing is caring, right?
That particular day’s newscast was different though. I was part of the headlines. Apparently Vee approached my sister who was in a higher grade than her, and told her that I had kicked her and that if she showed the school principal where I had kicked her, I would probably be expelled. I explained that she attacked me, and that I was merely defending myself, but that made the story less interesting! Again I thought that was that.
About a year later, my cousin from Amman was visiting us in Ramallah. Since I had a spare bed, we shared my room. One night shortly before bed time, he asked me why I hit girls! I didn’t understand. I asked him what made him think that? He explained that my mom told everyone that while she was visiting them in Amman. *shock*
You have to understand that my mom is the kindest person I know, and that she would never intentionally try to hurt me, but as gossip goes, when one is in good company the truth tends to get lost for the sake of telling an anecdote that will get a laugh even at the expense of someone else. People are like that.
Back to my aunt 20 years later retelling that same mistold anecdote. Again I explained, she attacked me, but both my mom and aunt looked at each other and shrugged saying Vee must have been teasing.
She probably was, although that doesn’t make it right. If you can’t see it, reverse roles for a moment and think of a guy teasingly kicking a girl who doesn’t want anything to do with him. Not so funny now? Your stereotypes would have no problems identifying the victim in that case.
The incident is 20 years old, we were kids after all. Vee and getting kicked are far from my mind, but as I grew older and wiser, I realized the lesson to be learned. When a man and a woman are in a dispute of any sort, most people will assume the man to be malevolent by default, and the woman to be victimized unless proven otherwise.
I remember discussing a related case with my college ethics teacher after watching a documentary in class. If you hear your neighbors arguing, and you call the cops, they will come take the man down to the station for questioning, while another officer will talk to the woman separately. In one case the cops did this even though the woman appeared fine while her husband was bleeding from a blow to the head. Later they found that the woman had a history of physically abusing her husband.
So why do we have this idea on the nature of men and women ? I can think of 2 reasons:
The first is statistics. Men tend to perform more evil acts so it is natural to assume they are at fault. Let’s take the worst crime possible, murder. Most murders are committed by men. Right? So what’s the other side of the story? Most murder victims are also men. Both male and female murderers prefer to kill men. So we are the greatest perpetrators and also the most victimized.
The second reason is what I’d like to leave you with. Thinking women are by default mentally, physically, and/or emotionally weaker, and generally less capable in any given situation is simply a sign of lingering prejudice from our past traditions. It’s a double edged sword. It might give them an advantage in some cases, but overall it holds them back. Equality comes with responsibility and accountability.