Tag: Violence

The original title of the documentary, screened under the title Monopoly of Violence, is Un pays qui se tient sage, which correctly translates as “A country behaving gently”. And this a reference to the sentence “Voilà une classe qui se tient sage”, meaning “Here...

I am currently exploring the incorrect, immoral, indecent, or just plain odd behaviors that proliferate in online spaces. As a part of this exploration, I developed a new course for my university, Online Deviance. I am making it up as I go! It’s never advisable to do this, but I’ve learn...

The phrase “epidemic of violence” has become ubiquitous in contemporary media. Last year, the Human Rights Campaign called the escalation of attacks on transgender and gender non-conforming Americans an “epidemic.” The United Nations, the Guardian, and NBC News have all discu...

Testosterone is a potent hormone with a chequered past. It’s probably most famous for its role as an anabolic steroid in professional sport and bodybuilding, and has been closely associated with aggression and violence (e.g., the infamous ‘roid rage’). This seems to ma...

The 1500s and 1600s in England and Europe were anything but gentle times. People were routinely burned at the stake for religious heresy, a practice that began in the twelfth century and continued through 1612. Torture was an official instrument of the English government until 1640. The famous Tower...

We talk about race because we are hurting because we are being murdered because we are invisible to our governments. We talk about race because we want to speak up about the violence we face every day. We talk about race because we want to be heard. We don't talk about race to hurt you or ...

When a Black woman named Rho shared her story that a man hit her in the face with a brick, some Black men chimed in to say they weren’t responsible for her protection, while others suggested intervening would be too dangerous. However, even if they wanted to avoid a physical confront...

In the heart of San Francisco, where the fog often dances with the rising sun, there lived a young man named John. His world, a tapestry woven with vibrant threads of culture, love, and kinship, was anchored by one irreplaceable figure: his grandmother. John’s grandmother was a figure ...