I have been listening to a lot of audio books over the past six months or so; mostly memoirs by women musicians, which I have loved. Over the past couple of weeks though, I listened to this book: non-fiction of a different kind from memoir, but nevertheless, one that dives deep into the lives of women, and in some instances, as it happens, echoes some of the experiences of the women whose memoirs I read.
The description of this book that accompanies its GoodReads listing is, I believe, as accurate a summary as I could hope to write, so I will leave you to read it to get a sense of what the book is about and how meticulous is Hill's research, and unfliching her voice. Although not always literally so--I listened to the audio, read by the author, and there was more than one occasion when you could hear the emotion in her voice as she read some of the more harrowing stories of abuse against (mostly) women and children. Reading this book is hard; I can barely imagine what toll writing it may have extracted.
I have felt pretty well-informed about domestic abuse for a really long time now; since childhood, almost. I am fortunate to have never experienced it myself, but I have witnessed it, in the lives of people I know, in the screams of neighbours, and on one never-forgotten experience, in the broken eyes of a woman I came across on the street while walking to a friend's house. Her name was Linda, and when I turned the corner into her street, she was outside her house, tears and snot streaming down her face, as she attempted to gather up the belongings her partner was throwing out the front door. I stopped to see if I could help her, stopped because I couldn't simply walk past and leave her in the most acute distress I think I have ever witnessed. She said she was going to catch a flight and go to her parents' house. And then her partner came out of the house with a phone: it was her father, who proceeded to tell her the man who was so clearly what Hill describes as a coercive controller, who used the highs of intense romantic love (as Linda described it to me) and the depravity of sustained and unpredictable emotional assault, was the best thing that had ever happened to her and she didn't need to think she could come home to her parents. So she went back inside. "I couldn't leave the dogs, anyway," she told me.
Her partner, by the way, threatened me with a charge of loitering. He was a cop, he said, and he'd call his mates to come and arrest me. I stood my ground, and of course, no such thing happened. Linda dragged her belongings together and went back inside. I got myself to my friends' house around the corner, and collapsed in tears.
I have never forgotten Linda and in the 20 years since, whenever I have passed the house where she lived, I have wondered if she is OK, or if she is even still alive.
See What You Made Me Do is, I believe, essential reading. I said earlier that I feel like I am pretty well-informed about domestic violence-40 years of personal feminism will do that. But more than that, I remember decades ago, I am sure when we lived at Auburn, so I was less than 14, seeing TV programs, current affairs and so on, that addressed why women didn't leave abusive husbands. I read Anne Summers' Damned Whores and God's Police when I was in high school, and I guess I also probably picked up a lot from living my whole life in a church parsonage, where my parents dealt with all kinds of trauma in the lives of their parishioners and others who came to them for help, with compassion and empathy and a total lack of judgement. But even being as well-informed as I believe I mostly have been, Hill's book shocked me and shook my understanding of both the causes and contexts of domestic abuse, and the seeming intractibility of social and judicial attitudes and dealings with victims and perpetrators alike.
It is astonishing to me that people still don't get why women "just don't leave". We've known why for 50+ years. It is astonishing and deeply depressing to me that the belief that women and children routinely make up accusations of abuse (and I am talking about the entire spectrum of abuse here, from verbal and emotional to physical and sexual assault) is not a fringe one, but mainstream. I shouldn't be: the past few years have shown me how willing individuals and institutions are to somehow explain away the actions of men who murder their wives and children, their parents and pets, and to victim-blame, but to see these attitudes entrenched still, in 2020, in the judicial system, where women are still threatened with jail if they refuse to allow their child's abuser access... well, frankly, it left me shaken and distressed, as it should.
In particular, as a teacher and a life-long advocate through my work for children and young people, the chapters dedicated to the experience of children as victims and witnesses of domestic abuse, and the way the family court has more than enabled that abuse in direct contradiction of reports and recommendations from child protection workers, teachers, and family members, and ignored the agonised pleas from the children themselves, left me reeling. I geniunely assumed that at this point in history, the courts and judges would be better informed, but alas, they remain steadfast footsoldiers of the patriarchy, regardless of the lies spun by MRAs and the like.
One section will, I believe, stay with me always. In one of the chapters, dedicated to the impact of trauma on children throughout their lives, Hill writes about the coping mechanisms children develop in order to literally survive. One of these is disassociation: the child detaches themeselves from their body in order to survive the sexual and/or physical assult. As Hill so clearly describes, this mechanism works to survive the abuse, but it does not work when disassociation takes hold in the classroom, or elsewhere. I felt a chill at that point, because I have witnessed this in students, and although I have known enough to understand that the behaviour is not naughtiness, but something else altogether more concerning, to have it so plainly explained was kind of a life-changing moment.
Hill also spends a great deal of time exploring the circumstances of Indigenous victims and perpetrators, contextualising but never excusing abuse within centuries of colonisation, and the ongoing issue of Aboriginal incarceration rates and a policing and judicial system that is already heavily weighed against Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people. The revelation that Aboriginal women who have called for help in domestic abuse situations have then themselves been arrested for things like unpaid fines over an UNREGISTERED DOG should make everyone in this country deeply ashamed and angry. This chapter alone makes the book worth every penny and every award; crucially, Hill lets Aboriginal people speak for themselves, as indeed, she gives voice to many victims and even perpetrators, in the interests of looking for as complete an understanding as possible. She also from time to time admits to her own misunderstandings and prejudices, which is very effective in allowing the reader to re-assess their own without judgement.
Her analysis of the historical causes of not just abuse itself, but of social and legal attitudes towards it is crucial to a full understanding and an ability to find a way forward, and not simply collapse in helpless despair (which I confess I was tempted to do more than once). (The ongoing influence of the now-discredited child psychologist Richard Gardner, who was a paedophile apologist and who made up Parental Alienation Syndrome, made me shake with rage, and reminds me of the bastard who made up the study that claimed autism was caused by vaccines: both men have the blood of thousands of people on their hands as far as I am concerned.)
As I said, the book is meticulously researched, and Hill also addresses and challenges some orthodoxies even from survivor advocates, including feminist orthodoxies, in the interests of properly unpacking what the problem is, and how it can be addressed. The final chapter, where she examines cases where specific communities have successfully and significantly reduced domestic abuse is heartening, as is her reminder that Australia has in the past successfully addresses other deeply destructive social behaviours (drink driving and smoking), and that with courage and political will, the same can be done for domestic abuse (she also calls it domestic terrorism, and rightly so).
I absolutely urge everyone to read this book, with the caveat that victims of abuse and trauma themselves may find it re-traumatising. In particular, I wish every teacher in the country would read it, to gain fuller insight into why some children behave the way they do, to understand what we are up against as we try to care for children in our schools, with sometimes not a single idea of what they may be up against at home. As a part of our school's wellbeing team, I am privvy to more information than the average classroom teacher, and I am intensely proud and in admiration of the work my school does to support our students who have experienced and continue to experience all kinds of trauma, but so much more needs to be done, and so many more people (not just teachers) need not just to understand, but to have their assumptions and attitudes broken down and rebuilt from the ground up.
Perhaps we could start by all chipping in and sending a copy to our local members.