Six months ago, I wrote about the senseless murder of Eurydice Dixon. We women have noticed what you get angry about—and it isn’t us.
My year 11 English teacher reminded us repeatedly that change was constant. So where is it?
Okay admittedly, when we have a scandal with a football player, it’s always a different one. But it’s still there. We may change our prime ministers more than some people take their bins out, as our climate continues to spool beyond definition, but it turns out violence against women is also part of this reoccurring thread, and it really, really needs to not be.
Six months ago, I was right here, completely in shock at the senselessness of one man’s actions to brutally snuff out the life of a woman who was trying to get home. I could almost copy and paste the same piece, and just change the names, but that normalises the violence, and marginalises the victim.
Aiia Maasarwe, was here on exchange studying at La Trobe. She was 21 years old. She was bright and the future for her looked brighter. She’d been out to a comedy club. She was FaceTiming her sister. She did not deserve it.
The photos of her dad and the interview with her uncle are enough to break anybody’s heart. They didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve this.
Six months ago, I wrote about how infuriating it is to have the police tell women to be more careful and that most women live in fear of this every single day, but what has been done to stop these kinds of attacks? What has been done to help the cause?
Also on The Big Smoke
- End Violence Against Women: When one tragedy seems to trump another
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Other than in introduction of domestic violence leave in December, I have no idea. I do know just how many women have been murdered in violent attacks since Eurydice Dixon. Forty women have been killed in violent attacks in the last six months and baby steps are being taken to fix it.
Sure, we scrapped the tampon tax, that absolutely should never have been a thing in the first place. I heard what sounded like a promising idea from the New South Wales Government in our news the other day, but in actuality, it’s a governmental Tumblr blog of women and, although I’m sure some people will find comfort in it, it’s not going to help the actual problems we face as a community.
So 69 women have been killed, and we’re distracted by other things. Shouldn’t this be an emergency?
Australia lost its fucking mind when some sewing needles were found in some strawberries and decided to light their torches and pitchforks. No-one died, the victims were the handful of farmers (who are again doing ok); the other national backlash was a supermarket chain daring to outlaw plastic bags. But, sure, leave women dead in the street, and we’re doomed to repeat as we don’t particularly care.
This violence is not going to stop with women being more vigilant. It’s not going to be magically fixed with a razor blade commercial either. The only way we are going to be able to stop counting dead women is with the infrastructure to educate and to protect.
We are being let down by the department in control of protecting us, and what’s more disappointing is we’re the ones being murdered as a result.