ee Mee Take Back the Night by Fabienne Hodel Since I started volunteering for Vancouver Rape Relief last June, I’ve generally encountered many people .. supportive of this endeavour. In the week preceeding the “Take Back the Night” march and rally however, several men and women have asked me, “Why are men not invited to participate in the march? Isn’t it discriminatory?” After giving it some thought and asking other women in the organization, I came up with some relevant answers. Take Back the Night has always been for women only. One of the first .-' reasons for that is the freedom women _ have on that night to walk the street safely without relying on mens’ protec- tion against other men. Another reason - is to definitely make a statement on '- women’s commitment to stop violence "against women, most of which is being *, perpetrated by men. Women demand S. g on that night that the perpetrators - , rapists, child molestors, batterers, mur- derers - be held responsible for their actions. We also demand changes in all areas of society, from better legal ac- tions to pay equity, to funding of sexual assault centres to better child care programs. One more reason [| found for this march to be held by and for women ™~ that, out of the whole year, there is @ wee One night where women get to do all the thinking, talking, organizing, supervis- ‘ing, and men are invited to step back, watch, listen, stay home, or babysit. All in all, it was exhilirating to walk the streets on September 22, 1994. It felt just great to be visible. There were approximately two thousand vomen in Vancouver.that were deter- mined to make this demonstration a memorable one. Concurrently, in the film and see it through to distribu- tion. Yun Lam and I were to work to- gether with Scott on the post production of the film. More than it being a sum- mer job or a venue for my music, Scott provided me with an opportunity to — build my self esteem not so much be- cause of the project itself but because I became his friend. The project came at a time where my personal life was in turmoil. I was trying to quit my drug habit and overcome a ceaseless period of self-doubt and depression. Scott became aware of this and without hesi- tation gave me his brotherly warmth, offered spiritual advice and uncondi- tional friendship and support. He al- lowed me to prove to myself that I was worth being loved and respected by myself and others. He was very in touch with the value and fragility of life and he knew how to nurture one’s soul and give of himself like no other mentor I have had. He always made me feel like an equal, never assumed that he had all the answers to the great mysteries of life and was always willing to share his wisdom modestly. It became more and more obvious to me throughout the time I spent with Scott that he was not well and was healing himself of some chronic illness about which he would not speak in any detail. He was so young and positive and strong that I never worried about him. I always thought for sure that he would pull through whatever it was. Later in the fall semester, he spoke to me about the recent loss of one of his closest friends who had been run over by a truck while he was mountain bik- ing. Scott expressed a lot of his feelings and contemplations at the time on the matter of death and loss. A few weeks. later on his way back from Clearwater, his van swerved and overturned on the Kokahala Highway destroying the van believe in a transcendance after death much less to believe in life itself. With super powers fighting cold high tech wars amd the lies of western prosperity and dominance being exposed. As we confront the callous faces of oppression who care little for life or the planet that we live on, it is hard to muster up some kind of well founded hope that a deep wide spread change in consciousness is possible at this late hour. Scott taught me to believe in myself and in a level of consciousness that transcends our common experience. To value life in the now, to live now and to uncondi- tionally love and forgive. He would remind me that the best I could do in this life was to share the beauty of my talents and to fiercely cherish and respect myself for having them. There is no time to waste upon hatred and ignorance or self doubt. These remind- ers will go with me along with the memory of my friend Scott and it is my deepest wish that the music I made for him will go with him to where he has transcended. In memory, Craig Riddock i ae oes wee The College Community is saddened by the unfortunate death of Valerie J. Goodfellow, Val Pal 1953 - 1994 completely yet he and his son managed 2 fourty-four other towns and cities hak oe ara Finid ee 4° “facross Canada, women were protesting ~ ee & ony be » Seg Ey ae a ae ~ against male violence against women. I PR rctc eee adeaten Sat Val was a 4ht year student, ‘ee Sr i i invi : : : Se ee coat year all womeRewnie woliid impression he had made on me as a working in the Studio area ee : friend and mentor. . ri . a Peace se | a tere gomneecsaas In the following spring semester, primarily In drawing and paint Scott took an unexplained leave of absence. The pain of his chronic illness was too great for him to walk and he began a long convalescence at home. I would call on him and bring him CD’s but not so much as to bother him as he was bedridden. He made it quite clear that he was in a great deal of pain and that he was on his own personal journey of healing and that he wished to maintain privacy and to share his experience with only those close to him. I deeply respected his desire and refrained from telling much to my classmates or getting peo- ple to sign and send him cliche “Get Well” cards. The hectic summer passed and I found myself at a concert in August where I bumped into some close friends. who assumed I knew already about Scott. They had read in a dance com- munity newsletter that Scott had passed away in July. It was a shock to find out in that circumstance and it did not fully effect me at the time. It’s not until now that I am typing this letter that tears well up in my eyes and I connect with the feeling of loss and powerlessness to the inevitability of death. In such spir- itually bereft times as these, it is hard to ing. She had been attending the college since 1988 and had been a full-time student for 3 years. Vancouver Rape Relief and Womens Shelter Phone: 872-8212 Fax: 876-8450 ¢ 24 Hour Crisis Line * Transition House for Women and their children ¢ Support Groups ¢ Speakers on Violence against Women * Women’s Organising Centre We mourn her loss A gathering will take place on: Thursday October 6 at 4:30 p.m. in the Faculty Lounge, Room 269 In lieu of flowers, donations to the Diabetes Foundation or ECIAD Scholarship in her memory, are requested. A year ago, during the summer of 793, Scott Haynes, my video instructor, hired me for a summer work study project. My assignment was to create a musical score and sound effects for a documentary that he and Hugh Foulds had filmed. Since the passing of Hugh it was Scott’s promise to him to complete For further details please con- tact the office of Alan Barkley. 4 : | Bi an, a ae a, a x . Bre Ni by Fabienne tHodel Since I started volunteering for Vancouver Rape Relief last June, I've generally encountered many people supportive of this endeavour. In the week preceeding the “Take Back the Night” march and rally however, several men and women have asked me, “Why: are men not invited to participate in the march? Isn’t it discriminatory?” After giving it some thought and asking other women in the organization, I came up with some relevant answers. Take Back the Night has always been for women only. One of the first reasons for that is the freedom women have on that night to walk the stre safely without relying on mens’ protec- tion against other men. Another reason is to definitely make a statement on ‘women’s commitment to stop violence against women, most of which is being ‘. perpetrated by men. Women demand 4 on that night that the perpetrators - | tapists, child molestors, batterers, mur- derers - be held responsible for their actions. We alse demand changes in all areas of society, from better legal ac- tions to pay equity, to funding of sexual assault centres to better child care programs. One more reason I found for this march to be held by and for women is that, out of the whole year, there is one night where women get to do all the thinking, talking, organizing, supervis- ing, and men are invited to step back, watch, listen, stay home, or babysit. All in all, it was exhilirating to walk the streets on September 22, 1994. It felt just great to be visible. There were approximately two thousand women in Vancouver that were deter Imined to make this demonstration @ memorable one. Concurrently, in fourty-four other towns and cities s Canada, women were protesting against male violence against women. I want to take this occasion to invite ‘again next year all women who would ke to Take Back the Night. the film and see it through to distribu- tion, Yun Lam and [were to work to- gether with Scott on the post production of the film. More than it being a sum- mer job or a venue for my music, Scott provided me with an opportunity to build my self esteem not so much be- cause of the project itself but because I became his friend. The project came at a time where my personal life was in turmoil. Twas trying to quit my drug habit and overcome a ceaseless period of self-doubt and depression. Scott became aware of this and without he: tation gave me his brotherly warmth, offered spiritual advice and uncondi- tional friendship and support. He al- lowed me to prove to myself that I w: worth being loved and respected by myself and others. He was very in touch with the value and fragility of life and he knew how to nurture one’s soul and give of himself like no other mentor Thave had. He always made me feel like an equal, never assumed that he had all the answers to the great mysteries of life and was always willing to share his wisdom modestly. It became more and more obvious to me throughout the time I spent with Scott that he was not well and was healing himself of some chronic illness: about which he would not speak in any detail. He was so youn; and strong that I never worried about him, always thought for sure that he would pull through whatever it was. Later in the fall semester, he spoke to me about the recent loss of one of his closest friends who had been run over by a truck while he was mountain bik- ing. Scott expressed a lot of his feelings and contemplations at the time on the matter of death and loss. A few weeks later on his way back from Clearwater his van swerved and overturned on the Kokahala Highway destroying the van completely yet he and his son managed to escape with only a few bruises. I told him after hearing about this that I could not imagine losing him and what an impression he had made on me as a friend and mentor In the following spring semester, Scott took an unexplained leave Vancouver Rape Relief and Womens Shelter Phone: 872-8212 Fax: 876-8450 + 24 Hour Crisis Line + Transition House for Women and their children + Support Groups against Women + Women's Organising Cente In Memoriam: Scott Haynes A year ago, during the summer of 793, Scott Haynes, my video instructor, hired me for a summer work study Project. My assignment was to create a musical score and sound effects for a documentary that he and Hugh Foulds had filmed. Since the passing of Hugh it ‘was Scott’s promise to him to complete + Speakers on Violence of absence. The pain of his chronic illness was too great for him to walk and he began a long convalescence at home. I would call on him and bring him CD's but not so much as to bother him as he was bedridden, He made it quite clear that he was in a great deal of pain and that he was on his own personal journey of healing and that he wished to maintain privacy and to share is experience with only those close to him. I deeply respected his desire and refrained from telling much to my classmates or getting peo- ple to sign and send him cliche “Get Well” cards. ‘The hectic summer passed and I found myself at a concert in August where I bumped into some close friends who assumed I knew already about Scott, They had read in a dance com- munity newsletter that Scott had passed. away in July. It was a shock to find out in that circumstance and it did not fully effect me at the time. It's not until now that [ am typing this letter that tears well up in my eyes and I connect with the feeling of loss and powerlessness to the inevitability of death. In such spir- itually bereft ti CE eS es as these, it is hard to im? believe in a transcendance after death much less to believe in life itself. With super powers fighting cold high tech wars amd the lies of western prosperity and dominance being exposed. As v confront the callous faces of oppression who care little for life or the planet that we live on, it is hard to muster up some kind of well founded hope that a deep wide spread change in consciousness is possible at this late hour. Scott taught me to believe in myself and in a level of consciousness that transcends our common experience. To value life in the now, to live now and to uncondi- tionally love and forgive. He would remind me that the best I could do in this life was to share the beauty of my talents and to fiercely cherish and myself for having them. There ime to waste upon hatred and ignorance or self doubt. These remind- ers will go with me along with the memory of my friend Scott and it is my deepest wish that the music I made for him will go with him to where he has transcended. memory, Craig Riddock The College Community is saddened by the unfortunate death of Valerie J. Goodfellow, Val Pal 1953 - 1994 Val was a 4ht year student, working in the Studio area primarily in drawing and paint- ing. She had been attending the college since 1988 and had been a full-time student for 3 years. We mourn her loss A gathering will take place on: Thursday October 6 at 4:30 p.m. in the Faculty Lounge, Room 269 In lieu of flowers, donations to the Diabetes Foundation or ECIAD Scholarship in her memory, are requested. For further details please con- tact the office of Alan Barkley.