When I am behind a megaphone, something quite magical happens. I become the message I am conveying: there are no insecurities or fears, it is just pure dissemination of information. It is intoxicating and empowering.
This is perhaps part of the reason I protest so frequently.
Yesterday I was part of a tiny action aimed at raising awareness of the gender pay gap. We chose the City, as for doing the same jo
We met at Holborn and unfurled the banner which bore the stark, simple message ‘EQUAL PAY NOW’. There were five of us, all pa We shouted and leafleted, then began to march through the City towards Liverpool Street Station, pausing briefly to spread the word on the steps of the Bank of England. Some faces lit up in understanding. Others sneered.
At Liverpool Street, we draped our banner over a clock and shouted from above, like angry feminist gods, to puzzled commuters below. Some faces lit up in understanding. Others sneered.
At this point, Liverpool Street’s security asked us to leave. We politely ignored. The police arrived. We told them calmly of our message. The manager arrived. As she asked us to leave, we complied, not having the numbers to risk arrest and dearrest.
We left, shouting, and stood outside the station until all of our leaflets were exhausted. Some faces lit up in understanding. Others sneered. A young man joined our small, lively group.
‘You are being ripped off,’ we told the women in the finance sector, talking to them in a language they could understand.
Many did. Many sheepishly accepted leaflets.
‘Surely this can’t be true?’ we were asked frequently. We explained that it was, and they should check out the extensive set of references on our leaflets.
There was support, delicious, glorious support. Many women and some men cried, ‘Good on you!’. One woman walked with us for a while.
‘Well done,’ she said. ‘You’re not preaching to the converted here.’
And we were not. I counted seven instances of outright misogynistic abuse. Then there were those who victim-blamed, declaring women were paid less because they chose to be, or that they worked differently, despite our repeated assertions that the pay disparities we were highlighting were for doing exactly the same job. Then there was the mirth: so many men laughing and sneering that people had the gall to be angry and take action.
I was annoyed. We were there to point out unfairness and oppression, and we were greeted at times with stark evidence of women not being taken seriously.
Megaphone in hand, the empowerment it bestowed flowing through me, I would, at times, shame those who detracted us.
The man who said that women were paid less because women had smaller brains got a public scolding outside Holborn. Passers-by turned and stared. He slinked off briefly.
The man who, while laughing, said, “We work in the finance sector, and I can tell you that she earns more than me,” was greeted with sarcasm. I said, “The plural of anecdote is not data. With a grasp of numbers like yours, I’m not surprised there’s a financial crisis.”
The men who laughed from the concourse of Liverpool Street were greeted with a shout of “shame”. E was on the megaphone at the time. She shared the feeling of power. The men blushed.
The young man who stood and sniggered, finally plucking up the courage to utter the height of witticism, “Get back in the kitchen, love,” received the apex of my ire.
Megaphone in hand, I followed him up the street, informing him and a group of commuters that he had a tiny penis. His friends hooted with laughter.
It was perhaps misjudged, to cast aspersions on the size of his genitals. There are implications to that. I was not thinking of the consequences. Just once, I wanted him to feel what women feel every day: the sense of powerlessness in the face of harassment, of gendered abuse, of humiliation. I think it worked.
Reception of the action was largely somewhere between neutral and positive, though.
The support we received was exhilarating. The interest shown by those who did not know about the magintude of the problem was uplifting. I truly feel as though we may have changed some minds rather than merely preaching in an echo chamber of saved souls.
We should do it again, we decided, with greater numbers, and a more audacious form of action.
On the way home, buoyed by such a wonderful day, I encountered a completely novel form of street harassment. Just when I had thought I had seen all the patriarchy had to offer, I saw something new.
A man leapt out from behind a lamp post and shouted “Boo!”
I had no megaphone.
I gave him an angry scowl.
He looked sheepish. He blushed, chastened.
I smiled to myself. The strength does not have to come from a megaphone. It is only a conduit.
7 thoughts on “Equal pay now: a small feminist action”
Great post, great protest. I’m glad you managed to get information out to people who weren’t aware of it before.
This is some very recent research/theory on the ‘gender pay gap’ by an expert in the field, Catherine Hakim.
I expect its findings were not on your leaflets though!
Click to access Feminist%20Myths%20and%20Magic%20Medicine.pdf
Actually, she uses many of the same figures as us. She just arrives at different conclusions and uses some rather gender-essentialist arguments as to why this is the case. Many of those arguments are completely demolished in this fantastic book http://www.amazon.co.uk/Delusions-Gender-Science-Behind-Differences/dp/1848312202/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1302952192&sr=8-1
I’d definitely recommend “Delusions of Gender”.
P.s. using the term ‘victim blaming’ seems inappropriate to me in this context.Its overly emotive and suggests if there is a ‘victim’ there has to be a ‘perpetrator’
I’ve read Delusions of Gender and it doesn’t demolish Hakim’s arguments at all. And Fine does not state her views on the gender pay gap.
I think it is possible to be a ‘constructionist’ and still sceptical about the gender pay gap, as Hakim is. She is talking about how men and women actually act differently in society, and in relation to work/family etc. She has been studying gender segregation/pay for many years.
I also have done a doctorate on gender inequality at work and I disagree with your stance.
Cordelia Fine doesn’t change my perspective at all.
‘The plural of anecdote is not data’- I’m nicking that! Great post.