Sadie Rose du Vigneaud
Prompt: We were supposed to focus on a common archetype in storytelling and visualize ourselves as that archetype in a multimedia photo portrait and write how you were similar to the character.
I focused my archetype on the dreamer. A dreamer is often grouped under artist or creator, something that I can easily identify with as an artist myself. Dreamers are visionaries of better worlds in many stories and can often see a perfect paradise ending. I am a dreamer of a better world. I grew up as a leader in my family as the oldest of seven children. I feel like a protector for the younger siblings. I am a dreamer for them and a better world for them to grow up in. I am a dreamer for my sisters so they are treated with respect and not objectified. This inspired my imagery for my portrait. A dreamer disconnected in a fluid world.
I was a meer thirteen years old when my friend, Hanna, from sleep away summer camp, jumped into my bunk to unravel the horror story of the night a boy took advantage of her. I was fourteen years old when I walked out of Starbucks and got catcalled by thirty year old men for the first time wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I was sixteen years old when a guy I believed to be a friend continuously touched and grabbed my inappropriately. I was seventeen years old when a male coworker jokes that he was going to rape me. Our supervisor told me that I brought it upon myself. I was eighteen years old when a male classmate threatened to shoot up the school and kill his ex-girlfriend and all the other girls. Did you know that one in every five women will be harmed by a man? Did you know there are five women in my family? Everyday I fear which of my sisters will suffer at the hands of a man the worst. I dream of a world where a woman doesn’t have to fear for her life based on her gender. A world where predators have no platform and are locked away for longer than three months.
I am a fighter because I am a dreamer. When our own President says he grabs women ‘by the pussy”, we should dream and fight for change. A woman should be able to walk down the street without her keys gripped like claws. A girl should be able to wear shorts without “distracting” boys in class. A girl should be able to go out and not worry about a boy taking advantage or her when she’s weak. A girl should be able to work in a safe space. A girl should be able to turn down a boy without the fear he will kill her. Until we reach a world where the president respects woman, and women of all race and sexual orientation can walk freely we are stuck dreaming and fighting.