Supreme Court 2022 Catalogue
27 Monday Jun 2022
27 Monday Jun 2022
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24 Friday Jun 2022
Today’s Supreme Court ruling is a threat to all women, and a threat to other genders whose mere identity is a target for the conservative members of the court. Reproductive justice now firmly takes a proverbial backseat to reproductive justice, and we know from the abundant evidence from research conducted in the US and around the globe that the people who will bear the brunt of this conservative assault on women’s bodily autonomy are women of color, lower income women, and women in rural areas where abortion services were already limited.
These justices do not represent the majority of the US population that, in survey after survey, state their conviction that women have a right to determine their reproductive labor, and who support the right to abortion, even when that right is conditioned upon the preservation of the
mother’s physical and mental health, indications that the fetus has severe abnormalities, or when the pregnancy is the result of rape or incest. These justices do not represent the “right to life”: they are forced birth extremists who view a woman’s womb as an incubator in service of state interests.
For everyone who thought this matter was settled — who voted cavalierly or did not vote at all — this serves as a reminder that each vote counts and will count for years to come. #NovemberIsComing.
24 Friday Jun 2022
16 Thursday Jun 2022
Posted by kimberlytheidon | Filed under Announcements, Legacies of war: Violence, Ecologies and Kin
13 Monday Jun 2022
Posted by kimberlytheidon | Filed under "Challenging Conceptions: Children born of wartime rape and sexual exploitation"
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05 Sunday Jun 2022
Posted Title IX Issues and Updatesin
Oh my, this from 9 years ago just popped up on Facebook. Memories indeed. It was June 2013 and I had recently been denied tenure, in a decision that shocked me, seemingly all of my colleagues in the anthropology department, and many of the external letter writers who reached out to express their dismay. I recall Kay Warren telling me to go ahead with my lecture in London, and to make certain I wore some sparkling accessories. I took her advice on both recommendations.
And now, 2022 and I am again just back from London, under very different circumstances. A six year lawsuit allowed me to learn what happened, who was involved, and what their motivations were. I am still not allowed to name names— power works in the registers of speech and silences — but the first professor about whom I received harassment complaints was subsequently sanctioned on a different harassment charge and has since passed away. The professor, then department chair, to whom I suggested that first student take her complaint has since been investigated, stripped of his emeritus status and is no longer allowed on campus. Yet another professor, then serving in a powerful position under the university president, was subsequently investigated and stripped of his emeritus status — and that case resulted in an unprecedented apology to the first female professor he had harassed decades ago. Some have congratulated me for 1) landing on my feet and 2) the assumed sense of vindication.
Let’s take those in order:
But nine years does make for some differences, and anything less than gratitude would be unseemly. For me, it has meant a tenured endowed chair: although I was told through the proverbial grapevine that speaking out would “bury my career,” I remain firmly above ground. Very thankful on that point. Wonderful colleagues continue to make my academic world a joyful and productive one. My research remains a passion project, and no amount of writing and publishing can ever do justice to the generosity I have experienced in Latin America. Always gobsmacked on that front. Students — past, present and future — make professorial life one I am so glad I pursued. And there is love. Kathleen Stauffer was an unforeseen gift and London never looked better to me than when walking by her side.
To think this reflection was prompted by a random Facebook pop-up! I decided to post it. Perhaps these words will resonate for others who found their pathway suddenly swerved because they opened an office door late one afternoon and a distressed student walked in.