Men

Meet Me On The Bridge

Meet Me On The Bridge

 A couple years ago, the issue of sexual assault came up across several communities in Portland, naming at least four different men as violators.  It was like a sexual assault bomb went off in the city and many conversations followed, groups formed, and people grappled with what to do.

It was heavy, intense, and uncomfortable.  I participated in several conversations, and facilitated a few.  In each conversation, what I came to call “the rise to the defense of men” would inevitably take over.  Early on, someone, usually a man, would interject something to the effect of “but all men aren’t bad.”