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Plan of the Night


Our March Route


Our Rationale


Ryan Jordan


Lotty Clare


Eddi kernoghan


Eli Lambe


Lucy May


About Leeway


Chants and grounding technique


Get Home Safely






Talks begin at 9:15 Master of Ceremonies: Amy Atkinson, UEA Student Union Women’s Officer Helen—Representing Leeway (CW mentions of domestic and relationship abuse) Trix— Speech (CW Sexual Assault, Victim Blaming) Ryan—Speech, The Every Man, A Race, Will (CW abstract reference to abortion) Lotty—My Body is Mine (CW Sexual Assault, more graphic descriptions)

Tiffany—Speech Eddi—Poem (CW Physical Abuse) Erin— Speech Eli— Reasons I haven’t told my mum (CW Sexual Assault, Victim Blaming, Sexual Exploitation, CSA, alcohol use, institutional neglect) Katy Jon Went —Speech (CW mentions of rape and transphobia) Cara - Speech (CW discussion of hate crime) Rafah Lucy May—Familiar, Matryoska, Broad Daylight (CW gendered slurs, sexual content, gore, street harassment, voyeurism)

March Recoup and Debrief

We will start at The Dog House at approximately 10:30pm. As shown above, we will be walking down to Prince of Wales Road before returning to the Dog House.

The first Reclaim the Night events were torchlit marches in West Germany protesting sexual harassment. Feminist organisations in Leeds organised marches that same year (1977) with a focus on calling out the police response to the “Yorkshire Ripper” murders, which they considered to be slow, sensationalised and disempowering. Protesters sought to demonstrate that women should be able to walk anywhere without fear of violence.

Over the years international Reclaim the Night movements have developed, usually with a focus on sexual violence and harassment. Many marches are women-only and sadly some groups have discriminated against trans participants. The UEA Student Union held their first ever Reclaim the Night event in 2016. From the first meetings, students agreed that we wanted a co-ordinated response to all forms of harassment, including street harassment, hate crime and sexual violence. Our event was open to everyone who wanted to join us. We came out to show that "Norwich is no longer a place where you can be harmed or discriminated against for the colour of your skin, your faith, gender, sex, nationality or sexual orientation." The following year we were joined by the Norwich Mayor and the National Union of Students’ Women’s Officer, and we focused on the need to protect street lighting in Norwich. For many residents street lighting makes the difference between feeling safe to go out or to becoming cut off from their communities in fear. This year, a working group was formed by the UEA Non-Binary and Women’s Network to plan an inclusive and effective event. We chose March 8th, International Women’s Day, to hold our march. The theme for International Women’s Day this year is Press for Progress: striving for strong global momentum for gender equality in the wake of the #MeToo and #TimesUp Campaigns. We wanted to build on this and we agreed on the following aim:

To create a cathartic and empowering event for survivors of harassment, sexual assault and hate crime

Speech By Ryan Jordan It’s funny that the most virtuous traits a human being can exhume are associated with womanhood. Yet those traits are not seen to be as transient as womanhood and femininity. They are seen as a weakness, which itself is debilitating to every kind of people, every culture, every soul. A man cannot cry, be kind and be virtuous in fear of being seen as weak. Yet is it really weakness if the emotions he chooses to seep through the souls of his counterparts, delegate a kinder, honest connection. We claim to be a superior specie, the most evolved, the most intelligent. Yet the men of our societies lead with greed, with ruthlessness with violence. And that is the most animalistic instinct. Putting this into perspective‌ those emotions and actions which are shamed due to misogyny, due to them being too feminine, are actually the building blocks of a more compassionate future and are actually the most human. This compassionate future it flourishes from our own households, our own classrooms, and can even be part of new, revolutionary politics. And we all need to be more attuned to our most human core for a better tomorrow. The real issue though, is perhaps in the labelling of our most human emotions to be too feminine. But maybe that is not a bad thing; women are the nurturers, the carers, but also the fighters and the leaders, along with men, and have taught all of us to be a little bit kinder, while being a little bit fiercer, whether that is via shattering expectations or being unapologetically ourselves, I know I would not be who I am today because of the women in my life.

The Every Man By Ryan Jordan Okay. Remember that we have just arrived, we are Extraterrestrials to the abundance of life, Incognito pseudonyms penetrating our soils As we negate our riches en route to our own Turmoil. Putrid corporations pumping and ploughing, Extracting the vivacity voraciously in an Excruciating lethargy as the billions have been blindly bred; Programmed to: Work, eat, sleep, rave, forget, repeat, we are Asleep.

As it is directed into its polyandrium. Millennials ago, souls worshipped our blazing sun, They once exclaimed:

And Implore to Him a do-over but even He, or She or whatever They may be have Stopped communicating to its creations who were “Hail to thee, Arun- Meant to invigorate Ra, Lord of the an infant planet. thrones of the Earth, A demonic specie the oldest existinstead clawed onto ence, ancient of a once Heaven, support all Unadulterated body things� and Intricately, InstincNature was their tively chose to abort saviour but our for- it. saken hypnosis Halted halcyon and the only entities we worship Are engulfed by Opulence, pampered by Profit Regurgitated by the every-man. But I am not every The lifeblood cours- man. ing through out mother is sign of If only I could make Bradycardia, breath- a deal with God ing bleakly

A Race By Ryan Jordan

It’s a race. That’s perhaps why it’s The human race. Not speeding towards the ending But firing towards the end As you and I make no amends To the eclectic fabric of time. As the clocks eternally chime We will always feel behind Freedom is not one of a kind. It’s ever-flowing, searching, begin For more since the beginning Is it ever fulfilling? That’s Why its a race And I’m not talking about The human race.

Will By Ryan Jordan We are all yearning for empowerment Meandering amidst. Are we constantly in the mist? Melting in a stagnation of emotions, Longing for a balance in our vision In need for an organic evolution, There is no time for cessation. Yet how can this come into fruition In a choking climate built from oppression, We are a cog in their machine A soulless spring for their mission

Do they want us to tone down, Or do they secretly, unforgivingly hope for our annihilation? And by annihilation I mean a kind of prison With straight - white - symmetrical Walls freezing like snow Is there anywhere where we can go? The algorithm in the system is carefully calculated Putridity programmed for a specific demographic The sedating mantra resonates “Don’t panic!” “Don’t resist!” Constantly policing our liberation While whispering in our ears that They are the beacon of liberty, of equality, Not a body of fear, Modern society. But as the machine churns and gurns with no point of return, We know that their liberty, their equality does not include equity But still we rise as we slowly but surely realise.

My body is mine. By Lotty Clare My body, your fingers fumbling, hard and stabbing into my soft flesh without my consent, feeling like you put, a cold stone inside of my stomach you turned me into,

Fingers to slip into sand And disrespect me. by the sea, Because my body is life Toes to feel the earth flowing, strong under my feet, My body is life flowing, waves passing Wet, warm, flowing Blood pumping, giving Opening birthing Giving Life. Loving

a hard, dead object,


static and unclean.

My body is life flowing,

It’s not fair

Complex and stunning

It’s not fair because

always growing always evolving,

My body is life flowing,

A woman loving woman.

Wet, warm, Blood pumping,

So how dare a man,

Muscles flexing

A stranger, invader,

Arms and legs for running,

Come uninvited,

And Climbing

To use me.

To violate me,

Hands creating beautiful To try turn my blood things, cold, For touching lovers skin,

Hurt me and close me off,

Flowers blooming,

Shut me off,

My body is mine.

An Apology By Eddi Kernoghan I'm sorry Mum, I just wish you were home So you could hear me scream And you could hear him moan. Maybe you could've saved me From his big strong hands How could he call himself a man? I thought he was my prince But then he was all I had Where were you mum? What happened to dad? I know what he did to you. I didn't find out until far too late I couldn't save you from him

You left me home alone that night. I'm sorry mum, for blaming you You were just doing what you had to do It was easy to blame you for the things he did I couldn't tell you because I was scared So I hid it inside and filled up with despair.

I love you Mum And I forgive you too Those two men were who to blame

And it filled me with hate

The blame was never on me and you

I'm sorry he did that to you.

I’ll always be your daughter

Yet another man comes

And you'll always be my mum

But I choose him this time

We’ll always have each other

My one and only, the love of my life.

And that's what makes us strong.

He pushed. I pushed back. He was stronger.

Where were you to help me fight?

Reasons I haven’t told my mum By Eli Lambe There are reasons my mum still doesn’t know what was happening to me between the ages of 14 and 16.

to me was not ok, was not my fault, was abuse, was assault. I was a kid. I didn’t have the words to describe the wrongness of what happened other than to 1)For a very long time, my brain point that wrongness inwards had closed off thoughts of all but and double over and scratch. Inthe first and last times. Everystead, I was told about the danthing in between was a line of gers of drinking, about what all half remembered, brushed away, the sex was doing to my heart, occasional freezing. about making sure to always use I’d go cold with no warning. protection. I was made responsible. I was made more to blame. I’d shake with no cause. Even the teachers knew I, at the 2) I didn’t want to get in trouble. age of 14, had a “reputation” like For drinking. For letting boys into that. the house when nobody was So why would I expect anything home. For going to parties. For else from my Mum? having sex. I’d been getting the blame and the shame from every 4) I don’t want her to blame herother angle, and from mum for self. I don’t want her to blame every other reason. me. I don’t want her to look at

I was a kid.

me and be disappointed.

I didn’t want to get in trouble.

I think it would be different now. I want to think it’s different now. It’s been about 10 years. It’s really been 10 years. We have safeguarding. We still have a long way to go. I still freeze in my hometown.

3) Despite my escalating bad behaviour, and the series of “pastoral care interventions” and meetings with the school counsellor, not a single adult in charge of my safety and wellbeing told me that what was done

Familiar By Lucy May All I did was smile you bitch all I said was hi you know they used to burn witches at the stake flesh dripping while they still lived enough to think about what they had done.

If you were burning at the stake I’d take a bucket of water, and douse you back into a woman, pearly teeth and billowing hair, and bury you in a meadow, an elegy from your fellow witch, bitch.

Matryoshka. By Lucy May It’s a tightening of the lungs, or the dropping of the stomach like a skirt for a lover.

bonfire skin, popped out of herself entirely. Without a name, her voice will shrink back into itself, once it’s gone it’s

Without a name, her face flakes,

gone. she

peeled paper, salt blown away into the air like

smashes a plate over her own head and watches her

she blows him on a Saturday, needle -tongue be careful or you’ll

thoughts dull into powder, straightbacked and burning, she




wallpaper and it sticks behind her fingernails -

won’t be anything in two halves, not even a shed skin, just

now the whole room is naked

down the middle and he

spat all over the floor like jam spilt

toothless, gaping at the cosmos

down a wrist.

up at that fleshy cavern gouged

she strips, cracked open and

out where the moon used to be

folded into doilies or birds or the screwed tissue wiping at the mess between her legs. Oh, and don’t forget the way seashells curve around each-other, laid into ceramic lines. she strips,

all the world’s a flood without you.

Broad Daylight By Lucy May I am walking home with my keys between my knuckles. It’s 10:30pm.

My neighbours are having an extension Built onto their kitchen, and the angle Of the street means that the builders Are exactly level with my bedroom window.

I am walking home with my keys between my knuckles.

It’s 9:30pm.


I am walking home with my keys between my knuckles. It’s 8.30pm.

I am walking home with my keys between my knuckles, and a man comes up to me with his hood up. I am walking with my headphones in. I am walking

home with my keys between my knuckles. It’s 7.30pm. It’s July.

My sister likes to call me on her way back from school. She tells me on the phone That the boy walking behind her is sitting next to her in history

Please donate generously to our buckets today. Leeway is a Norwich charity which provides a safe, free and confidential service designed to empower those experiencing domestic abuse and give them the confidence needed in order to make independent choices about their life. To do this, Leeway provide a range of one-on-one and community based services not only for the adults and children of Norfolk, but also those from other areas of the country who require a place of safety.

If you are a UEA Student who wants to help fundraise and support Leeway’s work, join UEA Leeway Society through uea.su

Chants However we dress Wherever we go

Hey, Hey!

Yes means yes and

Ho, Ho!

No means no!

Sexual violence has got to go

What do we want?

Safe streets!

Love, not hate

When do we want them?

Makes Norwich great!


Claim our bodies Claim our right Make a stand Take back the night!

Grounding exercise Name out loud: things you can see things you can see things you can hear, things you can touch, things you can smell, and take deep breath

Bus Times 25 from Castle Meadow: 2349, 0049, 0149, 0249

Taxi ABC Taxis: 01603 666333 Courtesy Taxis: 01603 446644 Goldstar Taxis: 01603 700700

Driving Don’t drive if you have been drinking. Make sure you put your lights on as it will be dark.

Students Please remember that the Student Union operates a Safe Taxi Scheme, whereby if you run out of cash, you can use your campus card to pay for a taxi home, the taxi will send the bill to the students union, and you can pay for the cab the following day at the SU and have your campus card returned to you.

National Domestic Violence Helpline

0808 2000 247 (24 hours a day)

The Harbour Centre

01603 276381 contact@theharbourcentre.co.uk www.theharbourcentre.co.uk

Respect Phone Line

0808 802 4040 info@respectphoneline.org.uk www.respectphoneline.org.uk

Men’s Advice Line

0808 801 0327 www.mensadviceline.org.uk


08457 909090 www.samaritans.org


01603 623745 www.leewaynwa.org.uk


0800 999 5428 help@galop.org.uk http://www.galop.org.uk

Today, I march forth in solidarity.

This booklet was made by Eddi Kernoghan.

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Reclaim the Night!  

Programme from Norwich's 2018 Reclaim the Night event, a protest against all forms of harassment.

Reclaim the Night!  

Programme from Norwich's 2018 Reclaim the Night event, a protest against all forms of harassment.