
Price of Silence: Urgent Appeal
Prisoner's of Gender Agency: Urgent Now.
Your Investment
The supplemental crowdfunding endowment is to assist in critical contingencies of which we are inundated with in imminent risk of mortal violence and life saving resources/interventions.
This includes disappearances, incommunicado imprisonments, familiar violence, torture and murder specific to gender targeted violence.
These are not abstract threats, these are political realities and while we have the opportunity on stage, in long form editorials to contend with the politics threatening these realities, the historiographies, the economic exploitations of gender divisions of labor, and push factors, our obligation in escaping, evacuating these girls and women from the most forgotten shadows of the most marginalized communities, also carry political and economic realities of abuse in the immediacy of now. Our obligation is safety first and foremost.

We were in the bush once, a person who was facing disappearance and execution for identifying their sexuality without apology. We were cornered. We started reaching out to expend the agency we might have, the privileges even some who have had minimal privilege hold onto, in hope that we could coordinate an intervention. Using even the nation that dons the cover of our passports. We washed dishes to get there in order to ensure the person's protection, now we would depend on agencies with massive endowments advertising intervention, to get out, to come back and never tell this story. We reached out to a friend with a publication, we translated the vulnerable person's story, that resulted in another more prominent platform manifolding that publication. A journalist reached out, an activist, they recommended we, "Contact ____ NGO...They're the biggest NGO that deals with this very specific issue."
We reach out, we're told, expect a call from us tomorrow. Tomorrow right now for the vulnerable is a hundred years away from the twelve to twenty-four hours between waiting to be found, to be killed and a phone call.
Days pass. Decades weighed in the value of an uncertain tomorrow held hostage in the moment. No call.
So we reach again, "Did you forget us? We never received a call" No, tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
After tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow, we call again.
"We are going to call you in an hour." Okay, great. One hour is a year and a half, multiplied by eternities.Three hours, or three eternities pass, we call again.
"We tried to call you, there must be something wrong with your phone, but now we are leaving the office for the day, we will call tomorrow."
Message a friend in South Africa, "Call this number please." Fists clenched tight, hoping the phone doesn't ring. Two minutes later, the vibration of the phone dislodges everything we believed or whatever or that which suspended our disbelief . Tears start to roll down our faces. We were on our own. So we learned we are on our own.
Unless you've at some point in your life picked up that phone to call those who are suppose to help, but they aren't there to help you, you realize their "Help" is marketing and it doesn't trickle through these cracks.
This is the urgency of now, Now.
These are the stories that don't get told because they dislodge something and once that one thing dislodges the entire equation falls apart.
We know what is structured between these substructural wedges and so we are reliant to do whatever, however we must to ensure that lives are protected in recognition that this proactive protection subsumes the subtotal of all our efforts in the direction of justice.
We know what it is like when no one answers the phone call. We know what is possible when they do answer. So we are reaching out in hope that you will answer. We thank you so much for picking up.

This is what we bring to the stage, the workshops, speaking engagements. This is one component of how we fight, giving prominence to centering but being invisible enough to not take up space.
We carry a torch but always remember, it is a privilege to light this torch from the beacon that the first woman, the second woman, the third, the women who collectivized, innovated, constructed humanity, engineered societies, only to be erased, enslaved, reassert, to respond from those marred ashes igniting anthologies that summon us back to their ethos.
So we prioritize and always honor those women across spectrums of identities and political liberation ideologies who have guided the waves whose waters we weigh through to liberate ourselves of ourselves, to confront racism, casteism, foreign policies that arm nativism to target vulnerable populations reciprocal to affirming the targeting of whole populations, the economic gender division of labor where one woman's oppression sews the t-shirts that inscribes synthetic silk "screen" reading "liberation."

In between these words and lines are sentences and the sentenced. We seek to close this chapter and commence a forward to future generations of sustained movement in advancing the composition of holistic liberation in gender equality as a way of decommissioning the violence of man.
"Price of Silence is a grass roots performing arts and direct action collective which brings to life the global struggle for women's rights center stage for audiences to live and breathe women's activism in action without borders, to experience the violences of patriarchy crisscrossing longitudes of identity and community oppression, political gender apartheid, life, death, resilience, resistance strength and courage of women, women's histories, in fractured juxtapositions that come together in myopics of structures, institutions, witnessing, and confrontation from around the world."

Eight years ago today, we founded a stage to center these movements and narratives. Since then our efforts have become bigger than the stage. We were born out of the void of accessible discourse and in creating representation in the Bronx and now we connect to every community living between life and nullified existence.

Experience Price of Silence (Selected Works):
On The Block: Dance performance extracted from our seasons of "Blurred Lines of Justice:" https://vimeo.com/103105287
LGBT and Women's Rights Activist Berlin explains how she became an activist and what it was like when she first arrived in Canada: https://www.ctvnews.ca/canada/mutilated-at-8-activist-by-12-berlin-recounts-her-journey-to-canada-1.2928042
Why an Activist Was Sentenced to Death for Being a Lesbian: http://time.com/4279360/lgbt-womens-rights-africa/
Activists Push To Make Child Marriage In India Easier To Annul: https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/india-child-marriage-activists-campaign_us_55d1f404e4b055a6dab0c691
Why We Need To Destroy Misogyny ‘Like It Destroyed Jisha’: https://www.youthkiawaaz.com/2016/05/genocide-of-women-misogyny/
Price of Silence Speech to the United Nations: https://postheatre.wordpress.com/2014/06/23/price-of-silence-speech-to-u-n/
On the Run from Bullets and Bruises: Ayaan’s Story: https://www.newsdeeply.com/refugees/articles/2017/08/16/on-the-run-from-bullets-and-bruises-ayaans-story
Resettlement Is My Only Option: https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/resettlement-is-my-only-option-to-live-as-a-gay-man_us_57d6ca43e4b06a74c9f5abbf
Price of Silence: Imaging Equality: http://imaginingequality.globalfundforwomen.org/content/price-silence
Brushstrokes: Price of Silence’s ‘Cutting Tradition’ http://www.tarshi.net/inplainspeak/author/price-of-silence/

Your Investment
The supplemental crowdfunding endowment is to assist in critical contingencies of which we are inundated with in imminent risk of mortal violence and life saving resources/interventions.
This includes disappearances, incommunicado imprisonments, familiar violence, torture and murder specific to gender targeted violence.
These are not abstract threats, these are political realities and while we have the opportunity on stage, in long form editorials to contend with the politics threatening these realities, the historiographies, the economic exploitations of gender divisions of labor, and push factors, our obligation in escaping, evacuating these girls and women from the most forgotten shadows of the most marginalized communities, also carry political and economic realities of abuse in the immediacy of now. Our obligation is safety first and foremost.

We were in the bush once, a person who was facing disappearance and execution for identifying their sexuality without apology. We were cornered. We started reaching out to expend the agency we might have, the privileges even some who have had minimal privilege hold onto, in hope that we could coordinate an intervention. Using even the nation that dons the cover of our passports. We washed dishes to get there in order to ensure the person's protection, now we would depend on agencies with massive endowments advertising intervention, to get out, to come back and never tell this story. We reached out to a friend with a publication, we translated the vulnerable person's story, that resulted in another more prominent platform manifolding that publication. A journalist reached out, an activist, they recommended we, "Contact ____ NGO...They're the biggest NGO that deals with this very specific issue."
We reach out, we're told, expect a call from us tomorrow. Tomorrow right now for the vulnerable is a hundred years away from the twelve to twenty-four hours between waiting to be found, to be killed and a phone call.
Days pass. Decades weighed in the value of an uncertain tomorrow held hostage in the moment. No call.
So we reach again, "Did you forget us? We never received a call" No, tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
After tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow, we call again.
"We are going to call you in an hour." Okay, great. One hour is a year and a half, multiplied by eternities.Three hours, or three eternities pass, we call again.
"We tried to call you, there must be something wrong with your phone, but now we are leaving the office for the day, we will call tomorrow."
Message a friend in South Africa, "Call this number please." Fists clenched tight, hoping the phone doesn't ring. Two minutes later, the vibration of the phone dislodges everything we believed or whatever or that which suspended our disbelief . Tears start to roll down our faces. We were on our own. So we learned we are on our own.
Unless you've at some point in your life picked up that phone to call those who are suppose to help, but they aren't there to help you, you realize their "Help" is marketing and it doesn't trickle through these cracks.
This is the urgency of now, Now.
These are the stories that don't get told because they dislodge something and once that one thing dislodges the entire equation falls apart.
We know what is structured between these substructural wedges and so we are reliant to do whatever, however we must to ensure that lives are protected in recognition that this proactive protection subsumes the subtotal of all our efforts in the direction of justice.
We know what it is like when no one answers the phone call. We know what is possible when they do answer. So we are reaching out in hope that you will answer. We thank you so much for picking up.

This is what we bring to the stage, the workshops, speaking engagements. This is one component of how we fight, giving prominence to centering but being invisible enough to not take up space.
We carry a torch but always remember, it is a privilege to light this torch from the beacon that the first woman, the second woman, the third, the women who collectivized, innovated, constructed humanity, engineered societies, only to be erased, enslaved, reassert, to respond from those marred ashes igniting anthologies that summon us back to their ethos.
So we prioritize and always honor those women across spectrums of identities and political liberation ideologies who have guided the waves whose waters we weigh through to liberate ourselves of ourselves, to confront racism, casteism, foreign policies that arm nativism to target vulnerable populations reciprocal to affirming the targeting of whole populations, the economic gender division of labor where one woman's oppression sews the t-shirts that inscribes synthetic silk "screen" reading "liberation."

In between these words and lines are sentences and the sentenced. We seek to close this chapter and commence a forward to future generations of sustained movement in advancing the composition of holistic liberation in gender equality as a way of decommissioning the violence of man.
"Price of Silence is a grass roots performing arts and direct action collective which brings to life the global struggle for women's rights center stage for audiences to live and breathe women's activism in action without borders, to experience the violences of patriarchy crisscrossing longitudes of identity and community oppression, political gender apartheid, life, death, resilience, resistance strength and courage of women, women's histories, in fractured juxtapositions that come together in myopics of structures, institutions, witnessing, and confrontation from around the world."

Eight years ago today, we founded a stage to center these movements and narratives. Since then our efforts have become bigger than the stage. We were born out of the void of accessible discourse and in creating representation in the Bronx and now we connect to every community living between life and nullified existence.

Experience Price of Silence (Selected Works):
On The Block: Dance performance extracted from our seasons of "Blurred Lines of Justice:" https://vimeo.com/103105287
LGBT and Women's Rights Activist Berlin explains how she became an activist and what it was like when she first arrived in Canada: https://www.ctvnews.ca/canada/mutilated-at-8-activist-by-12-berlin-recounts-her-journey-to-canada-1.2928042
Why an Activist Was Sentenced to Death for Being a Lesbian: http://time.com/4279360/lgbt-womens-rights-africa/
Activists Push To Make Child Marriage In India Easier To Annul: https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/india-child-marriage-activists-campaign_us_55d1f404e4b055a6dab0c691
Why We Need To Destroy Misogyny ‘Like It Destroyed Jisha’: https://www.youthkiawaaz.com/2016/05/genocide-of-women-misogyny/
Price of Silence Speech to the United Nations: https://postheatre.wordpress.com/2014/06/23/price-of-silence-speech-to-u-n/
On the Run from Bullets and Bruises: Ayaan’s Story: https://www.newsdeeply.com/refugees/articles/2017/08/16/on-the-run-from-bullets-and-bruises-ayaans-story
Resettlement Is My Only Option: https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/resettlement-is-my-only-option-to-live-as-a-gay-man_us_57d6ca43e4b06a74c9f5abbf
Price of Silence: Imaging Equality: http://imaginingequality.globalfundforwomen.org/content/price-silence
Brushstrokes: Price of Silence’s ‘Cutting Tradition’ http://www.tarshi.net/inplainspeak/author/price-of-silence/

Organizzatore
Jason J
Organizzatore
Brooklyn, NY