Quote by Ursula K. Le Guin

The power of the harasser, the abuser, the rapist depends above all on the silence of women.


The power of the harasser, the abuser, the rapist depends ab

Summary

This quote highlights the oppressive dynamics that exist within society regarding gender-based violence. It suggests that those who perpetrate harm and abuse rely on the silence of women to maintain their power. By acknowledging the role of silence, the quote calls for women to break free from societal expectations, vocalize their experiences, and stand against the perpetrators of harassment, abuse, and rape. It emphasizes the need to empower women to speak up, dismantle oppressive systems, and foster a culture that supports survivors and holds perpetrators accountable.

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By Ursula K. Le Guin
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