Lest We Forget

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ANZAC Day women’s march, 1984 (Melbourne newspaper photo)

One thing that distinguishes human animals from non-human animals is death rituals and ceremonies. One thing that made me a feminist, was the complete lack of human respect for women’s systematic ritualised rapes/deaths. In the early 1980s, I went to one of the ‘Women Against Rape in War’ remembrance walks on Australia’s nationalistic war day – ANZAC Day (April 25th). I was young, I had no idea the scale of the hatred and violence which would be directed at the women who marched way-back at the rear of the formal military parade, to just lay a wreath on the war memorial cenotaphs, in memory of our own war dead and injured.

To ceremonially lay a memorial wreath for women, was a “sacrilege”, up there with treason.  The scale of the violent police enforcement, the vandalism of our wreaths, the abuse from the crowds lining the march, claiming we were ‘insulting our boys’ and should be treated as ‘traitors’ etc  – led me to a truth about how women are not ‘human’ enough to deserve the respect of a human death ritual.  Even when women are attacked and slaughtered in this way systematically and en-masse.  No monuments or memorials for ours.  When I read about the medieval European witch-burnings, I was also struck by the fact that in additional ‘insult’– the women were not allowed any death rituals at all.  Families were not allowed to collect any remains, or hold ceremonies of their own.  Desecretion of the dead is women’s lot.

Robert Graves, in his Greek Myths, interpreted the scene of Penthesilea’s death (by Achilles) in the Trojan War somewhat differently to other historians.  However, they all agree that Achilles speared Penthesilea and dragged her off her horse.  When he removed her helmet, he was stuck by her “beauty” and fell in “love” with her corpse.  It is also agreed that another of his war captains publicly mocked Achilles’ “love” of the slain Amazon, and then Achilles killed him too.  While they all agree to this point, the stories disagree on what happened to her body.  In one account her corpse was dragged in the dirt behind a chariot for three days and three nights.  Graves interpreted Achilles “love” as that of practising necrophilia on her body, in public ceremonial, ritual humiliation of the defeat of the Amazon queen and her army.  Many accounts have that Achilles “love” for her was so strong, that in his own death – Penthesilea’s spirit willingly (‘lovingly’) joined Achilles to guard his tomb.  Even in death, she was still a woman, cursed to serve her murderer and defiler for eternity in the afterlife.  He could Rest-in-Peace, but she could not.

There are many interpretations of the autumnal Samhain pagan ritual, (halloween). My own personal favourite story, is the one that on the darkest night of the year the Triple Goddess, in her Crone aspect leaves the Underworld and walks the Earth in tears, mourning and grief for all those who died in the previous year.  As She leaves the Underworld She leaves the gates open, and all the spirits of the dead wander the earth too, unhappy and lost,  (continued in the Catholic tradition of All Saints Day on November 1 – when people traditionally visit the graves of their loved ones).   She needs to be ‘tricked or treated’ (teased or gifted to make Her smile) in order to prepare Her for return to the Underworld to gather up the dead spirits and care for them to Rest-In-Peace until the time for their rebirth/resurrection in the Spring.  Around communal fires folks would ritually honour the deaths that had occurred, as well as prepare for the deaths which come in the winter.  For winter was the most likely time that the ill and the ageing elders might meet death, and autumn after the last harvest might be the last time people could come together before the winter set in.  Elders also had the longest memories of who had died, how and when.  So gifts and jokes would be spent on the elders at this time to share comfort in memories and stories of the dead.  Then, as now, old women largely outnumbered old men.

There are other stories, not so comforting.  In my own version of a “Tale of Two Cities”, I revisit the legends of the founding of Prague and Rome.
Founding of Prague:  Legend of 7th century, the Slavic princess Libuše, the youngest of three daughters of the ruler Krok.  Libuse was the prophetess and her elder sisters, the healer Kazi and the priestess Teta. (Triple Goddess metaphor). She was chosen by her father as his successor.  Although she proved herself as a wise chieftain, the male part of the tribe was (very) displeased that their ruler was a woman and the male-dominated tribal council, insisted she take a husband.  Libuse related a vision wherein she saw a farmer with one broken sandal ploughing a field. She told her councilmen to seek out this man and they found Přemysl.  Libuše married him and Přemysl the Ploughman thus became their ruler; (and the one remembered as the true ‘Hero’ of the story) and birthed a son, the beginning of the Premyslid dynasty of Czech rulers.

A legend says that one day Libuše had a vision. She stood on a cliff overlooking the Vltava river, pointed to a forested hill across the river, and proclaimed: “I see a great city whose glory will touch the stars.”  She instructed her people to go and build a castle where a man was building the threshold (in Czech práh) of a house. “And because even the greatest noblemen must bow low before a threshold, you shall give it the name Praha”. Soon after birthing her son, she apparently committed suicide by throwing herself in the river.

So much for the common version of the legend. In 2009, the Czech film “The Pagan Queen” about the legend of Libuse, failed miserably at the box-office and among critics.  I found it a wonderfully refreshing film of the legend:

“A controversial film about the end of the old pagan world in central Europe, the Pagan Queen is based on the Czech legend of Libuse, the Slavic queen of 7th century Bohemia. Libuse ruled as a woman over the tribes of the region with her two beautiful sisters Kazi and Teta and an army of women under the command of her best friend, the Amazon Vlasta.  When the peaceful community of farmers is under attack by raiders and split into different factions of power hungry landowners/nobles, Libuse is forced into marriage. Desperate, she chooses a common ploughman Premysl, to become her husband and king. Soon Premysyl takes over the kingdom and rules with an iron fist, enslaving the formerly free farmers. But Libuse’s Amazon commander, Vlasta, (who is secretly in love with Libuse) refuses to follow the new leader, and with her maiden Amazon army, declares war on the men of Bohemia.  (They lose the war, badly) In the end, a prophetic vision of the future of her lands and her city torn apart by (male) cruelty and war, causes her so much grief, Libuse commits suicide.  This approach to the legend, caused a massive scandal in the Czech Republic during the theatrical run of the film, and limited its release internationally” (from Imdb.com ).

Founding of Rome:a.k.a. ‘The Rape of the Sabine Women’.  While many variations of this legend of the founding of Rome  exist, they are all based on the large-scale mass rape of women, and starting with twin infant boys, Romulus and Remus.  Mother and boys were put to death by some Kingly dude, who feared they would contest his rule once they grew up.  Like most male heroes of myth,  they had a miraculous birth and/or miraculous delivery from death as infants.  *yawn*.  In this case, the infants were exposed but found and suckled by a she-wolf,  until found later by a shepherd and his wife, who raised them as shepherds.  When they grew up they learned the truth, and killed the King who wanted them dead and went off to found a city.   They argued over which of the “Seven Hills” of Rome would be the site of their new city, having a war about it, and Romulus won.   He is credited with being the first Roman emperor, setting up the first ‘Senate’, and ‘legions’ etc.  In the early years, this new city attracted exiles, refugees, various homeless vagrants from famine or disease, criminals and runaway slaves. Nearly all men.  No women.

Bit of a problem, no women, no babies, nobody to do all the shit-work.  Romulus holds a big festival to honour Neptune, and invited several neighbouring tribal groups to attend the festival, which they do, bringing all their clan and kin with them.  The Sabine  women who happened to be virgins (– 683 according to Livy, a so-called “reputable” source of ancient times – which begs a question of their counting methods)  – are kidnapped and brought back to Rome where they are forced to “marry” Roman men.   That is, abduction and mass rape.  War with the Sabines started, as the Sabines wanted their women back (or more likely, to be paid a hefty bride-price for them!), and the war was going very badly for both sides – and in the famous legend, the abducted, raped Sabine women, offered themselves up “willingly” as free “brides” to the Romans.  The oft-repeated moral of the tale, is designed to illustrate the women’s ‘nobility of sacrifice’ for peace.

Such willingness to become sacrificial tokens, especially in men’s wars, is just littered throughout history.  Another example, is the death of Iphigenia, the 14-year-old daughter of Agamemnon, one of the Greek kings who sailed off to wage the Trojan war.  He sacrificed his daughter to appease the wind gods, to allow his ships to sail.  There are pages, and pages, and pages of Iphigenia’s speech in which she so willingly offers herself up to be “honorably” slaughtered on an altar.  Not only does Iphigenia want to please her father, but she also forgives him for making the decision to sacrifice her.  She revels in her own “nobility” and sees this as a patriotic cause. Iphigenia’s “honorable” death means the men can sail to Troy and protect their own women. If the men did not get to Troy then all the Greek women would be raped and possibly killed. But its OK for that particular fate to fall on the Trojan women… and we all know it was Helen of Troy’s fault anyway…

But back to mass rape/murder/sacrifice of females to the Greater Glory of Man (sic).  Although I do include major one-off massacres like the 1989 Montreal students and the 2006 Amish school girls’ murders, and various infamous ‘serial killers’ who tend to specialise in serial sexual torture/murder of women — in this post, I am more focussed on the large-scale actions of mass rape and murder, which have been so normalised, invisibilised and trivialised, and so dehumanised that we are not even allowed the humanity of giving the respect of remembering them. We are not allowed to mourn our dead and injured. We are not allowed to name our dead or injured.

So many countries and nation-states have raised monuments to an “Unknown Soldier” who was found in some battle or other, or war memorials, all sombre and respectful.  Or spending huge sums to uncover battle gravesites, and giving the long-dead soldiers the respect they are due.  Not so women.  We women are not ‘human’ enough.  Not only must our deaths be the most cruel, the most degrading, the most dehumanised forms of cruelty enacted for male entertainment, but the most inhuman and inhumane, and so must our deaths be unrecognised as ‘human’ deaths – not even important enough to rate the most basic of “human” death rituals.  Women’s mass-graves lie unremembered, forgotten and lost.  One of the few exceptions is covered in the Japanese books (and film) “Sandukan 8”, about the women trafficked into prostitution in the 1920s in colonies such as Borneo, following their stories through to the end of WW2.  In the sequel “Graves of Sandukan” a modern women’s history scholar travels to Borneo to find their graves and pay her respects.   Many were buried near isolated swamps and laid deliberately with their heads turned away from the direction of Japan.  The women had to bury each other in secret.  Not even allowed to say they exist, let alone hold mourning rituals — where is the respectful Minute-of-Silence for the 200+ year long women’s holocaust of European women?  A few years ago, the audience at a soccer match in England were asked to respect a Minute-of-Silence for local prostituted women murdered by a serial killer, and the organisers were mocked and publicly shamed for it! Or the women of Bosnia-Herzegovina?  Or the WW2 ‘comfort’ women of both Europe and Asia?  The women of Colombia, Afghanistan, Rwanda, Sri Lanka, Congo, Sudan (the list is endless).   Many years of hard work by feminists finally achieved the legal ‘Naming’ of some of these mass horrors a ‘War Crime’,  but few war criminals have ever stood accountable for it.

To name just a few – I’m sure we can all think of more, like Canada’s “Highway of Tears”, and Vancouver’s Downtown East Side Missing Women, and let us never forget Mexico’s femicide capital – Cuidad-Juarez las muertas de Juárez (“The dead women of Juárez”).

The least we can do in honouring their humanity, is Re-Member Them. Every war memorial parade, every monument, every war memorial needs to be occupied by remembrances of the women,  every anniversary,  every autumn on the darkest moonless night – we should remember them – wherever we are.

 At the going down of the sun,  and in the morning,
We will remember them.

LEST WE FORGET.

Herstorical Note: This post was originally posted here, at the Radfem HUB, on December 29, 2011, and was authored by HUB author Rainsinger. On May 28, 2012, Rainsinger left the HUB and indicated that she wished to have this post removed from the HUB, and no longer desired to have her name associated with the HUB. Instead of allowing content to be deleted from the HUB which would be deleterious to our herstory, it was proposed by the remaining HUB bloggers, and agreed to by Rainsinger, that, as a compromise, the substance of the post would be left intact and authorship would be changed to the generic HUB user, “HUB Newsfeed”. However, the HUB now regrets making this compromise, and believes that changing the authorship of the post was also deleterious of our herstory. The post should have remained intact, in every respect. We regret this error in judgement, as well as the fact that this change is permanent and cannot be altered. — Eds. 6/15/12

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16 Comments to “Lest We Forget”

  1. Some years back a group of women here in Vermont decided to wear white face masks and plant markers for the women killed by male violence in the previous year. We did this on Memorial Day the day to remember war veterans and we did it in the same park that the traditional memorial day ceremonies were taking place. We did not disrupt their ceremony but many wer furious at us for daring to do this. We were fortunate that a male reporter for one local station did get what we were trying to say and he ran a good story about us. But the fury from others especially our female governor’s trooper/bodyguard was scary. I am glad we did it though and think it should be done again. Your references to all the ways women are dishonored in death are a good reminder of our treatment. And I think it doesn’t really matter how many women we are talking about. There is a war against women and we are survivors of that war, many of us with various forms of PTSD. They pick us off one at at time or in large lots with drones if we are brown skinned and live in countries with important military resources such as oil. It is a powerful action to make clear we remember our dead. However I also have a problem with the male dead soldier religion, its the most sacred thing to them dying in war and Mary Daly has shown us what a necrophiliac religion it is.

  2. Interesting, all the different elements you manage to pack into this blog. I attended a couple of ANZAC Day marches too in the 80s and was quite horrified at the violence directed at any woman wearing black that day. Protestors wore black and if those young soldiers had been given the go ahead, there would have been violence. Patriarchal ideology cannot allow for the mourning of crimes against women since they are a legitimate act under patriarchal thinking.

  3. In many societies past and present having a baby girl is a huge embarrassment for the father. Many of these men kill their baby daughters. You refer to Rome. It was quite expectable for a father to take is baby daughter whom he was very displeased with because she was female and to leave her out in the wilderness to die.

    If this is the type of welcome women get when they first enter this male dominated society through birth is it any surprise they will get just as good (sarcasm) a departure when they leave through death???

  4. yes, the killing of women is legitimized. Why on earth should be bother to remember all the women raped and killed in men’s wars?

  5. I read this blog all the time, but seldom post comments. However, this article was so eye-opening and so moving I had to thank the writer for sharing it.

  6. Whenever witchhunts are mentioned it’s usually along the lines of ‘silly paranoid puritans’ not ‘misogynist mass murderering evil bastards’. The ideology behind Malleus Maleficarum is hardly known, herstory needs to reach the public conciousness for the pandora’s box (another woman blaming myth) to open on historical therefore current misogyny.

  7. Thank you for this article – I have never seen it that way before. Truly an eye opener, as Stella said.

    Regards,
    Trip

  8. The erasure of man’s inumerable inhumane crimes against women throughout the ages is so systematic, so sacred and fetishized by the male collective and their female sycophants that to believe that there *isn’t* an ongoing passionately misogynist, propagandic campaign against womankind– in both the public and private spheres and every sector of society– is beyond willfully naive. For a woman it’s delusional masochism and even collusion with the oppressor, regardless if she’s conscious of this or not. For men– even the most politically, socioeconomically disenfrancised man– it’s loyalty to the brotherhood, whether he’s conscious of this or not.

  9. Thanks for this Rain. It’s always bugged the shit out of me, the whole “Legend of ANZAC” narrative”. No, we are allowed no rituals, no ceremonies, no national days of rememberance, no special honours or medals. That information must be hidden from as many women as possible in order to perpetuate that big lie, that patriarchy doesn’t exist and we’re all equal now. Even the ways in which women’s groups and individual women actively and enthusiastically participated in war time efforts have been intentionally suppressed. All the volunteer-operated soldier support services that were run by women who were also maintaining families and essental services during war times have always been utterly unacknowledged. The national mandate for women to breed cannon fodder and to take responsibility for ensuring their grown men folk signed up for combat roles is unheard of in ANZAC discourse.

    MRAs always use the issue of war as proof that men are more oppressed than we are. But they’ve never heard of the Australian Lady Volunteers, who trained as rifle women during WWI, or the Australian Women’s Service Corp who wanted to do military service of any kind, and who were all told to mind their own business and get back to the domestic sphere to knit socks and birth babies. Nor is it recognised that feminist groups were the most active anti-war protesters and were often locked up for their efforts.
    But we aren’t allowed any culture of commemoration to develop around these efforts because we were just fulfilling our natural roles as men’s servants and enablers anyway. Meanwhile the likes of individual murderous scumbags like Breaker Morant achieve national hero status.

  10. Beautiful and erudite, Rainsinger,

    somehow it seems right to end with a haiku or short poem. It’s a kind of grieving moment, a remembrance through poetry…thank you.

    Vliet

  11. Thanks so much, Rainsinger.

    I have long been furious about the propaganda that tells us to honour the men who signed up to kill (“Lest We Forget” – how threatening is that phrase!) and hopes we actually DO forget about the countless women & girls & children (countless because they don’t actually get an official ‘count’ do they? They don’t ‘matter’) who are raped and killed.

    But more than that, people get ANGRY when women try to mourn the women who were raped and killed? How downright cold and inhumane is THAT?

    It’s an outrage! And I can’t thank you enough for exposing it so eloquently. I will be sharing this piece.

  12. I loved this post Rain. It raised so many questions about how the shed blood of women must be swept away, lest a drop of it should stain the impeccable uniform of the glory of war.
    Mens war on women, which takes place in war and peace, must be camouflaged incase we wake up and take arms against it.

    There was a statistic going round after the Iraq war that more women died on the streets and in the homes of America, over that time period, than US soldiers fighting in Iraq. But we have no heroes to mourn, either named or unnamed.
    Monuments are important they create a three dimensional physical representation of history, that can be approached and withdrawn from, in processions of ritualised remembrance.

    It would be great if women in every country could buy a small patch of land and provide a resting place for the body of an unidentified raped and murdered woman. Monuments by women artists could be erected above them; so by placing flowers at the tomb of the unknown woman, we could remember all women lost to the sadistic war of the sexes.

  13. On deliberately not acknowledging women’s deaths..my grandmother was laid to rest next to her husband when I was 9 and her grave was never written upon. My father didn’t seem to value her enough to name her. When i grew up, I paid to have her name inscribed on her grave.

  14. Thanks for re-membering these parts of women’s history, we should never stop doing it. Whenever we look at it, as these last posts in the Hub have shown, over and over again we are confirmed that whatever town, society, castle, empire, village or system men built, they built it on the blood and rape of women. Patriarchy is the system of men’s war and rapism against women, it depends on the continual belief that women are prurient vaginas on legs, slaves, muted cattle to reproduce male humans; the only feeling we are allowed to have is shame and self-hatred – mourning our deaths is a sin to patriarchy because it reminds men that women are human, it reminds women that the true enemy behind men’s wars are not other men, but women.

    Men’s wars between each other diverts attention away from the fact that the true victims of patriarchy are women. Calling this to attention horrifies people. No one wants to know the true horrors that are done to women, to aknowledge that the real war, the ongoing war, is the war against women. While men go at their futile, stupids wars and get killed for a few years at most, women live in a situation of occupation, colonisation and war from birth till death. No man at any war or any torture will go through the pain and torture that women go through because of rape, forced pregnancies, constant hatred of their sex, genocide.

    Even the most tortured man can be able to express his torture, knows that it is political, that it’s not against him in person, the hatred of his being. Somewhere, he will be considered as a hero, deep down he knows he is still human, that someone can relate to his suffering – he only has to express it and people will understand. When women are tortured or killed, nobody understands, nobody relates to it. The torture and killing is not real, it doesn’t reach the human feeling. We first have to explain in what way the murder and torture was political, that the murder and torture WAS murder and torture before even naming it – people are not even able to understand the word genocide when it applies to women. Many women first compare their situation to men’s situation so people can understand the horror. Mourning inexistent, unreal, unhuman deaths is an affront to the real, human, male deaths that are mourned.

    Men are more capable of relating to the suffering of animals than to women’s suffering. That’s because recognising the suffering done to women means giving up their patriarchal myth, giving up trying to control and destroy women.

  15. Thank you, witchwind– “Even the most tortured man can be able to express his torture, knows that it is political, that it’s not against him in person, the hatred of his being. Somewhere, he will be considered as a hero, deep down he knows he is still human, that someone can relate to his suffering – he only has to express it and people will understand. When women are tortured or killed, nobody understands, nobody relates to it. The torture and killing is not real, it doesn’t reach the human feeling. We first have to explain in what way the murder and torture was political, that the murder and torture WAS murder and torture before even naming it –”

    So true–in all the ways named by Rainsinger and all commenters. It brings to mind many of my own struggles over time, as a womyn, mother and midwife, and the struggles of so many other womyn I have known–all of us suffering from the various legal, financial, political, physical, sexual and emotional tortures of misogyny, up to and including murder of ourselves and children. None of us acknowledged as survivors of a perpetual institutionalized war to own our bodies, minds, spirits in service of men and male institutions. None honored as the she-ras we are.

  16. This is why I object to the use of terms relating to militant action, war, revolution or anarchy by other feminists for the simple reason that war and breakdown in society bring about the worst possible environments for suffering to all people, but especially women. The horrors endured by women under the most brutal and pervasive dictatorships in history are not even 1 tiny iota as intense as those suffered in the weeks and months during which those regimes fell.

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