The University of British Columbia University Sexual Assault Panel's report, which provides recommendations for both the university's stand-alone policy as well as their sexual assault action plan, goes to President Martha Piper today, and it will have its public release at a date soon to be determined.
In the larger context of sexual assault on Canadian post-secondary campuses, our panel's report takes place at a moment when the B.C. government has recently passed Bill 23 - Sexual Violence and Misconduct Policy Act. By May of 2017, publicly funded colleges and universities will be required to have stand-alone sexual assault policies.
I have spent the past three months working weekly with a group of excellent and committed UBC faculty members on this report. We have all put in more hours than originally anticipated, and in the last few weeks in particular I have been living and breathing this report every single day. This has been difficult, and I must emphasize, completely voluntary work. It has been work that comes with more costs than it does rewards.
And there have been costs for me, ones that I cannot even yet fully grasp.
While it has been a choice to go public and to advocate for change around sexual assault in educational institutions, it has also changed my life irrevocably, and not always for the better. I have given up my privacy. In many cases, I have given up my dignity: the most traumatic incidents of my life have become fodder for trolls on the internet. In being such a vocal critic of universities, I have also potentially signalled my liability as an employee in academic spaces.
I do not have the protection of job security or the academic freedom that comes with a tenured position. I have tried to do all of this work while also balancing my research and my teaching. It is financially precarious, emotionally and intellectually arduous, and often frighteningly lonely.
The thing that happened
In doing this work, I have also lived and re-lived some of the most humiliating and traumatizing incidents of my life. It is no coincidence that of the six incidents of sexual assault I have experienced since 2002, five of them have taken place on the campuses of educational institutions, UBC included. As is evident by so many of the stories coming out in the press, educational spaces are ones in which violence often goes un-checked, or worse, covered-up.
Policies are lacking. Resources are non-existent or understaffed. Education around responding to disclosures is not always present or consistent. In the past three months, as I have had to give more thought to how UBC should be better equipped to respond to reports and disclosures of sexual assault, I have thought about my own assault that took place at UBC more than five years ago, one that I pushed as far into the recesses of my mind as possible so that I could focus on my doctoral degree.
I should say that deciding not to deal with that sexual assault more or less succeeded. To the outside world, anyway. In the years after my assault in 2011, I received federal funding for my scholarly work; I became a Liu Scholar at the Liu Institute for Global Issues; I presented my work at numerous national conferences; I've published in top journals in my field; I've become a consultant on national and provincial anti-violence initiatives; I've sat on countless panels, given countless interviews, written countless articles. I passed my doctoral defence with flying colours. My CV, which details the past six years of my doctoral career, reads almost flawlessly, as if nothing ever happened.
But something did happen.
A few weeks into the spring term of 2011, just over a year into my doctoral program, I was sexually assaulted in the graduate lounge of my department, by student who had recently graduated from the program. I will spare you the preamble and the gory details, not because I am ashamed, but because they don’t particularly matter, and I am, despite my public persona, an intensely private person.
But what you need to know is that I was terrified. Having someone’s arm crushing your sternum, and very nearly your throat, will do that do you.
And afterwards, I was lost. I sought help at the Sexual Assault Support Centre, which, at that time, was located at the back corner of the old Student Union Building, right on the edge of what used to be MacInnes Field. In order to get to the front door of the SASC, you had to walk through and past all of the student union building's garbage and recycling bins.
I hope I do not need to explain that the fact that accessing support services adjacent to the building’s trash disposals made me feel as though I, too, was trash. Having tried to report sexual assault during high school (and getting nowhere) and reporting stalking in my time at SFU (and only getting a rape whistle and a pamphlet), I knew that I wasn't about to try yet again to receive any sort of justice.
So I said nothing. And I did my work. It wasn't the first time I'd been assaulted, and as it turns out, wasn't the last. Somehow, violence can take on a strange sense of ordinariness. It becomes a thing that just happens before you get back to work.
Except when you dream about it. Except when it affects every single moment of your life. Except when you're in crowds, or small spaces, or big crowds, except when you don't have a seat close to the exit in the room, except when someone frightens you. Except then.
"Disappointed to death"
If this is the way things are for me, I want things to be different for others. Truthfully, I want to live in a world where sexual violence doesn't exist at all, but if that can't happen, I want to live in a world where survivors of sexual assault are supported and believed, and where there are robust systems of accountability for both perpetrators and institutions. I believe that the judicial system is flawed, and that we need better options for education and rehabilitation.
I know that I don't have all the answers.
But what I know is this: I want to live in a world where my fellow survivors and allies do not have to file human rights complaints (Mandi Gray -- York University, Glynnis Kirchmeier -- University of British Columbia) against their institutions because they are being failed; where we do not have to go to the media because the schools we attend will not listen otherwise. I want to live in a world where survivors do not feel as if they have no choice but to drop out of school, as recently happened at Simon Fraser University. I want to live in a world where survivors, like Lizzy Seeberg, do not take their lives because they are, as Rehtaeh Parsons' father put it regarding his daughter’s suicide, “disappointed to death” by systems that re-traumatize and re-violate survivors.
I know that the report will not fix everything.
Nor will the policy. Nor will all the blue phones in the world. Because horrible things still happen. Nor do I think everything at UBC is broken, either. There are many good people working in a complicated and often-broken system, one that is ultimately dependent on the fact that a university is not simply a place of learning, but also a business.
Moving forward with what's left
There are already so many front-line workers (those at the SASC in particular, under the leadership of the incredible Ashley Bentley) and staff members who provide services to sexual assault survivors at UBC every day.
There are UBC faculty who have signed the petition demanding better for their students, and apologizing for not having done enough. They organized a fantastic day of discourse and dialogue around sexual assault in February of this year. I am grateful especially to other students who are doing such amazing work: the ones who worked tirelessly in the decades before I even arrived on campus, the ones who I have stood with in my own time as a student, the ones who take up the torch now.
This journey has connected me to so many of you, not just at UBC, but across the country, and although we have come together under such awful circumstances, I am so glad and grateful to know you. I wish you didn't have to go through this. I know it's such hard work. I keep a fire for you in my heart, always.
At the end of the day, I am not a faculty member, nor an administrator, nor a politician. I do not hold exceptional power within the UBC system. I am just a person who has been fortunate enough to hear stories that have been disclosed to me in whispers and private messages and phone calls. I am humbled by those stories, even as they keep me up at night, worried. I am just a person who has gone through some extremely difficult experiences, ones that I don't care for anyone else to have to go through.
That these experiences have occurred in the context of my schooling is painful; painful because school has otherwise been a place of joy for me, painful because sexual violence formed part of a curriculum I had no desire to have delivered to me. I have, as Raymond M. Douglas writes in his book On Being Raped, gained knowledge, but
"not the sort that does you, or anybody else, any good. When I was raped, I learned things about myself and the world I live in that it would have been far better not to know. And for most of my adult life, the knowledge has been killing me." (4)
I could have happily gone through my educational career without these particular insights. I could even have written my dissertation on representations of sexual violence without the added expertise of lived experience.
Having finished my PhD, I now leave UBC behind, hoping that in some small measure, they have become a better place for survivors because I and others have spoken up, and because panels like the one I was privileged to be a part of are doing the work that they are doing. I am aware of the fact that the increased scrutiny of the university’s response to sexual assault has been a nightmare for students, faculty, staff, and administrators alike.
But I don't think that the fact that UBC is currently under pressure to respond thoughtfully is a bad thing. Following the publication of his book Missoula: Rape and the Justice System in a College Town, Jon Krakauer faced incredible amounts of backlash by the town of Missoula itself, by the University of Montana, and by the police force.
As reported by Jacob Baynham on Outside Online, one woman left this comment on Krakauer's Facebook page: "I am so disappointed in the title of your book. I hate to see a lovely town's reputation get destroyed."
But as Krakauer points out, Missoula is just one example of the epidemic of sexual violence across America. Missoula could just as easily be Stanford, could just as easily be here in Vancouver. But the conversation sparked by such intense scrutiny has, at least as far as is being reported, created actual change.
After a town hall forum in Missoula, Baynham reports that Krakauer was asked if he'd send his daughter to the University of Montana. "I would," he said. "I think the university is safer now than most schools. Missoula is a lot better than most places. You have this big problem, but you've gone a long way toward fixing it."
I think that the University of British Columbia, and other Canadian universities that have recently made headlines, can be Missoulas: not the schools to be made painful and humiliating examples of, but the schools that pave the way for comprehensive change at all levels of administration and campus life. And they can do so in a way that does not simply prioritize supporting sexual assault survivors because it will look like a better strategy for fundraising.
Call me an idealist, but I think it's possible. And there are so many people, myself included, who want to make that happen. There are countless people with whom our panel consulted of the course of our work. UBC's draft sexual assault policy has been released, and both campus and community stakeholders are invited to give feedback here.
But for now, I take my leave from my alma mater, look for brave new worlds. There is so much anti-violence work out there to do, and I will continue to do it. May the development of the UBC sexual assault policy and the action plan be an honest process, tempered by humility and by courage.
For all of the survivors of sexual assault who live and work at UBC and at campuses across Canada: I am in awe of you, I believe you, and I am here for you.
much love and much luck,
Image: Flickr/Valerie Everett
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