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Sunday, February 9, 2020

A Sense of Doubt blog post #1818 - Ashley Judd



A Sense of Doubt blog post #1818 - Ashley Judd

I admire Ashley Judd immensely. I find her to be amazing and talented.

I decided to check out what she's been doing, what her social media presence is, and how she uses it.

Her activism is so inspiring. But, also, sadly, the horrible hate crimes and harassment she has suffered is despicable. There are some hateful people out there, many of whom (most?) are men. Makes me ashamed to be one. All I can do is try to be a good one.

Here's some of what I found. Perhaps this is a part one devoted to the incredible Ms. Judd.

https://twitter.com/AshleyJudd

http://ashleyjudd.com/









Actress Ashley Judd has starred in such films as 'Kiss the Girls,' 'Double Jeopardy' and 'Divergent.' She is also the daughter and sister of the country music duo the Judds. Growing up in Kentucky, Ashley Judd's family was dirt-poor without the comforts of electricity, running water, or a telephone. While mom Naomi and sister Wynonna sang on the front porch, Ashley generally engrossed herself in her books, pretending to be various characters. Ashley studied French at the University of Kentucky, where she graduated with Phi Beta Kappa honors in 1990. Upon arriving in Los Angeles, she marched straight into an agency and came out signed. After her first bit part in Kuffs she landed a starring role in Ruby in Paradise , a coming-of-age film that won the Grand Jury Prize (along with Public Access) at the 1993 Sundance Film Festival; Ashley also earned an Independent Spirit Award for her portrayal of the title character. In the summer of 1996, she appeared in A Time to Kill , opposite Samuel L. Jackson, Sandra Bullock and Matthew McConaughey. Later that year, she starred opposite Luke Perry in Normal Life, for which she received critical acclaim. Also in 1996, Ashley received an Emmy nomination and a Golden Globe nomination for her portrayal of Norma Jean in HBO's Norma Jean and Marilyn. With solid supporting performances in good movies Smoke, Heat and A Time to Kill , her big-screen profile grew ever larger in 1997, with a starring turn opposite Morgan Freeman in the Kiss The Girls , and one opposite Vince Vaughn in The Locusts. Ashley made her debut theater performance in the Naked Angel's production of Busted, directed by Timothy Hutton. She then went on to star as Madge on Broadway in William Inge's Pulitzer Prize winning play, Picnic, at the Roundabout Theater Company while simultaneously filming a supporting role in Smoke, portraying the daughter of Harvey Keitel and Stockard Channing. Ashley works non-stop, with starring roles in films such as Someone Like You (2001), Twisted (2004), Dolphin Tale (2011), Allegiant (2016), and A Dog's Way Home (2019), to name a few. Ashley is also well-known for exposing Harvey Weinstein in an interview with The New York Times published on Oct. 5, 2017. After she shed light on his sexual exploitation of numerous actresses, including herself, it began a movement to expose all sexual predators in Hollywood. She was marrried to Dario Franchitti, a race car driver, but they divorced in 2013.


Oct 27, 2017


ABC News

The actress and activist alleges that Harvey Weinstein sexually harassed her in a hotel room in the late '90s, and hopes sharing her story helps others.

https://www.today.com/video/ashley-judd-on-coming-forward-with-weinstein-story-it-was-time-68503621941

Ashley Judd on coming forward with Weinstein story: ‘It was time’


The 3rd hour of TODAY welcomes New York Times journalists Megan Twohey and Jodi Kantor as they discuss “She Said,” their new book recounting their bombshell 2017 report revealing Harvey Weinstein’s sexual misconduct. They’re joined by Ashley Judd, the first Hollywood star to speak about Weinstein on the record. “I knew it was all going to be OK,” Judd says. “It was time.”Sept. 9, 2019




https://www.refinery29.com/en-us/2019/05/233745/ashley-judd-harvey-weinstein-settlement-civil-suit-objections

https://www.independent.co.uk/topic/ashley-judd

https://ftw.usatoday.com/2015/03/ashley-judd-pens-powerful-essay-explaining-why-shes-fighting-back-on-social-media

https://www.mic.com/articles/113226/forget-your-team-your-online-violence-toward-girls-and-women-is-what-can-kiss-my-ass


































https://www.mic.com/articles/113226/forget-your-team-your-online-violence-toward-girls-and-women-is-what-can-kiss-my-ass


During a conference championship game on Sunday, I posted a comment to Twitter that some found unsportsmanlike. I didn't much care for three players bleeding on the court, and I tweeted that the opponent was "playing dirty & can kiss my team's free throw making a—." The volume of hatred that exploded at me in response was staggering.
I routinely cope with tweets that sexualize, objectify, insult, degrade and even physically threaten me. I have already — recently, in fact — looked into what is legally actionable in light of such abuse, and have supplied Twitter with scores of reports about the horrifying content on its platform. But this particular tsunami of gender-based violence and misogyny flooding my Twitter feed was overwhelming.
Tweets rolled in, calling me a cunt, a whore or a bitch, or telling me to suck a two-inch dick. Some even threatened rape, or "anal anal anal."
I deleted my original tweet after the game, before all hell broke loose, to make amends for any genuine offense I may have committed by describing play as "dirty." (Of course, other people, including my uncle who is a chaplain, also expressed fear that the athletes would be hurt badly. But my uncle wasn't told he was a smelly pussy. He wasn't spared because of his profession; being a male sports fan is his immunity from abuse.)
I love March Madness so much that even now, what I really want to talk about is how Sunday's strategy did not, in fact, work. I really want to talk about a deeply distressing dream I recently had that UConn beat us in the finals, in which we scored a scant 49 points, not to mention the oddity of why my awful dream featured UConn and not Wisconsin.
Instead, I must, as a woman who was once a girl, as someone who uses the Internet, as a citizen of the world, address personally, spiritually, publicly and even legally, the ripe dangers that invariably accompany being a woman and having an opinion about sports or, frankly, anything else.
What happened to me is the devastating social norm experienced by millions of girls and women on the Internet. Online harassers use the slightest excuse (or no excuse at all) to dismember our personhood. My tweet was simply the convenient delivery system for a rage toward women that lurks perpetually. I know this experience is universal, though I'll describe specifically what happened to me.
I read in vivid language the various ways, humiliating and violent, in which my genitals, vaginal and anal, should be violated, shamed, exploited and dominated. Either the writer was going to do these things to me, or they were what I deserved. My intellect was insulted: I was called stupid, an idiot. My age, appearance and body were attacked. Even my family was thrown into the mix: Someone wrote that my "grandmother is creepy."
As I began on Twitter to identify and push back against this toxicity and abuse, I faced the standard bashing anyone (girl or boy, woman or man) experiences when objecting to and taking action against misogyny. For example:





And last: "I watched Simon Birch. Lousy movie, but I got to see Ashley Judd die."
The themes are predictable: I brought it on myself. I deserved it. I'm whiny. I'm no fun. I can't take a joke. There are more serious issues in the world. The Internet space isn't real, and doesn't deserve validity and attention as a place where people are abused and suffer. Grow thicker skin, sweetheart. I'm famous. It's part of my job description.

The themes embedded in this particular incident reflect the universal ways we talk about girls and women. When they are violated, we ask, why was she wearing that? What was she doing in that neighborhood? What time was it? Had she been drinking?
Luckily, others have have helped identify and dismantle the twisted logic of this entire incident:














I'll close with sharing why I had, before this past Sunday, already begun to research what legal actions to take against gender-based violence on Twitter.
I am a survivor of sexual assault, rape and incest. I am greatly blessed that in 2006, other thriving survivors introduced me to recovery. I seized it. My own willingness, partnered with a simple kit of tools, has empowered me to take the essential odyssey from undefended and vulnerable victim to empowered survivor. Today, nine years into my recovery, I can go farther and say my "story" is not "my story." It is something a Higher Power (spirituality, for me, has been vital in this healing) uses to allow me the grace and privilege of helping others who are still hurting, and perhaps to offer a piece of education, awareness and action to our world.
The summer of 1984 was tough for me. I experienced two rapes by an adult and systematic molestation from another adult, who also had another man in the room watching (I now understand this was to ensure he had a witness, in order to undermine me in the event I tried to report the incident). I have done purgative, cathartic work on those particular acts of violence. The nature of recovering from trauma is that it can be ongoing, with deeper levels of healing and freedom coming with indefatigable persistence to keep chipping away at it.

 This January, I read three different things that freshly triggered an additional, very specific memory from age 15 — an attempted oral rape by yet another adult man. First, the Vanderbilt rape case conviction was announced, in which certain details mirrored my own experiences, especially the non-intervening bystanders (who, thankfully, in the Vanderbilt case, were charged with violent crime). Second, I read the Justice for Victims of Sex Trafficking legislation that passed the House of Representatives. Third, I re-read the Department of Justice's legal definition of rape and some of the absurd debates about it. Although I regularly engage with these kinds of issues, after reading these three particular materials, it became very clear that I needed to address my attempted oral rape; the time had arrived for that terrifying moment to be treated as a stand-alone piece of violence from which I was being given the opportunity to heal on a deeper level.
This is one of the many reasons why I believe profound dedication to self-care is essential to feminist social justice work. I knew exactly where to go and what to do. My mentor was available. We immediately scheduled experiential therapy; I thus did not have to go to the sexual assault center for triage. But let me tell you: I am exactly like every other survivor, and the sexual assault centers of our country are for me, just as they are for all of us.
Supported by friends and a brilliant psychologist, my therapy was astonishing, as all such healing work is. I felt like I had the chance to finally speak, fight and grieve, and be consoled and comforted. But then, on literally the very next day, I received a disturbing tweet with a close-up photograph of my face behind text that read, "I can't wait to cum all over your face and in your mouth."
The timing was canny, and I knew it was a crime. It was time to call the police, and to say to the Twittersphere, no more.
I've spent valuable March Madness time writing this. I have 6 versus 11 seed upsets to pick and opponents to scout. So for now, I am handing it back over to those of you who are unafraid to speak out against abuse like I have faced, and those of you who are righteous allies and intervening bystanders. You're on it. Keep at it — on the Internet, at home, at work and in your hearts, where the courage to tackle this may fundamentally lie. We have much to discuss, and much action to take. Join me.
Ashley Judd is a University of Kentucky and Harvard Kennedy School graduate. Her paper, "Gender Violence: Law and Social Justice" was awarded the Dean's Scholar Award at Harvard Law School. Her schools are seeded 1 and 13 in the NCAA Men's Tournament.


 This ESQUIRE cover is my favorite picture of Ashley Judd.







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