To celebrate the 15th anniversary of the Alliance for Metropolitan Stability, they organized a photo contest to depict the progress made towards stability in the Twin Cities, and to bring attention to instability-areas needing to improve. The contest was open to the community, photographers from all walks of life entered; and the judging was also done by community members voting on their favorites.
The Alliance for Metropolitan Stability hosted the exhibit of the photos tonight, at the Capri Theatre in North Minneapolis. It was a great opportunity to see different perspectives on life in the Twin Cities, and to share thoughts on the provocative images. I enjoyed the exhibit–the pictures were vibrant, unusual, candid. There were pictures of rotting buildings in neighborhoods written off as “ghetto”, pictures of cultural displays of art and other expression (music, art, dance, etc), serene city scenes and graffiti scrawled on buildings. There was so much offered in this exhibit–the talent and artistry was awesome.
I entered two photos in the exhibit. My instability depicted a lonely rail yard with a horizon of Minneapolis skyscrapers looming in the background. This juncture was where my life began–and ended.
The Beginning: When I was 18 years old, and first beginning my relationship with my abusive ex, he would drive up and down these rail yards. He enjoyed taking the “back roads” and telling scary stories (or listening to scary paranormal stories on Art Bell) at the lonely hours of night. Often, I would not get home until dawn; and our conversation would begin again on the telephone. I didn’t realize it then, but these trips started a dependence on my abuser. I became vulnerable with the fear caused by the stories, heightened by trips into dark, isolated areas. I was young and gullible, and also sleep deprived. Only then, I was convinced we were daring, different from others and sharing a “special connection”.
The Ending: My life ended at this juncture. After our relationship ended with a violent altercation, I would return to this area, to visit my kids at Genesis for Families. My ex swore that if I left, he would make up stories that I am crazy and take this kids from me. I didn’t believe such a thing could happen, not in America, but it did.
I was forced into supervised visitation because the court thought that my “fear” of my ex was harmful to the kids. I just needed to get over the poverty, the memories of abuse, and the ongoing intimidation. I was ordered into counseling, and diagnosed with PTSD rand anxiety elated to domestic abuse and homelessness. The therapist believed my story, but in the court the medical diagnosis was insignificant. Even worse, my son ran away from his father’s home, alleging abuse, and he was returned without ever identifying what caused him to run away. Even as my son continued to run away, even while almost all my contact with the children was cut off, no one did anything to help or investigate the situation. Why? It was easier to blame me–the victim. The message could not be more clear: a good wife and mother will stay in the relationship for the sake of the children, she will not complain, she will accept her role. A woman who leaves is tainted, mistrusted. Her allegations of abuse show her weakness, her flaws–this good man with a job and a car and house is strength, stability. Ignore the arrest warrant, the warnings in the court ordered psych eval, the history of addition, the past allegations of abuse–he didn’t leave: she did.
My life ends and begins again. I am not the naive girl I used to be. I have traveled farther than I ever could have imagined… I was proud to bring my children to the exhibit tonight. To let them know, their voices matter. To show them the diversity in our community. And in the scenes of rotting and decay, to show that underneath the ugliness there is a beating heart–a perseverance that won’t be denied.
Lynn Mari, © 2009
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