Wen Do Women's Self Defence – Canada’s longest running women’s self defence organization. They played a trick by making a rickshaw bump into our car. O Cine Arte UFF foi criado em 1968 por um grupo de cineastas, cr The latest news about Opera web browsers, tech trends, internet tips. Virtual gallery of classic and contemporary painting, sculpture, as well as art critique, reviews, and links. Crime, safety, precautions, warnings and dangers in Lisbon, Portugal. Alle Sendungen bei ARTE - das gesamte TV Programm von ARTE von heute auf einen Blick. Arte Outsider, depois de a conhecer, a paix. Listed in October 2014 the main building of Miguel Bombarda Hospital, in Lisbon, Portuguese oldest psychiatric institution, founded in 1848. It was a clear road and out of nowhere a bunch of men came in and tried to break into our car. It was only my driver, an old woman relative and me. They hit my driver and before things became more serious I stopped my yelling and calmly told them that I would give them as much money as they wanted. I told them to at least let us park the car. The driver moved the car to the side as if to park, but then quickly increased his speed. I asked him to drive to the army base, to be safe. The hijackers stopped following us and we got home safe. She had support and charged the man who raped her. It was a rural town, and everyone knew of the case. He was convicted of the rape. The judge gave the man a $7. The community who supported her was outraged at the sentence and discussed what to do. A group of us decided to make up an ad campaign that ran on the radio, TV and newspaper. It was like a tourism ad, and said, “Men, come travel to this community for a visit. You can rape 1. 7- year- old girls for only $7. Three days after the ads started, the crown attorney launched an appeal of the sentence the man had received. He was sentenced to three years in jail. The girls, flattered, said they were interested and decided to meet up. When they got to the house, both guys were waiting outside; one had a bike with him. The boy with the bike stayed outside with Stacey talking casually while her friend went into the house with the other boy. All of a sudden Stacey heard her friend yelling from inside the house “Don’t do that!” Stacey started to move towards the house, but the guy with the bike used it to block her from doing so. She tried to move around him, but the guy would follow her moves, using his bike to prevent her from moving closer to the house. She remembered from Wen- Do that the collarbone was one of the easiest bones to break, so she made a hammer fist, and, recalling the focus of breaking her pine board, she smashed her fist through the guy’s collarbone. My kids left looking for a specific book. I was reading the newspaper when a really old man came to the table and started talking to me. He seemed nice and was from the same culture, so I talked with him. After a while, he grabbed my hand and said inappropriate sexual comments. I stood up and yelled, “This man is teasing me!” and everybody gathered, including my children. I told everyone and he left. I stayed in the library for hours after the man left. They said she was near a fence outside, when a man attacked her from behind. The man reportedly pushed the woman against the fence and tried to rape her, but she was able to fight back with a box cutter. She turned around and saw the culprit – who was wearing a guilty look on his face. She grabbed him by the ear, got off the train, and marched him up the stairs to the ticket taker who called the police. I was starting to tell her I was a women’s self de- when she cut me off and said, OMG do you teach Wen- Do? She told me “Wen- Do saved my life!” She had taken Wen- Do back in the mid- 8. She broke the nose of an attacker – who was someone she was dating at the time – as he attempted to sexually assault her. I know it’s a short story, but so so powerful. Never has anyone made me feel proud or brave for getting away. They have only told me I shouldn’t have been there and I shouldn’t have been drinking. It was only at and during this course that I felt proud of getting away. One day she was in the market with lots of family and friends. A man she didn’t know grabbed her between the legs in the front. She grabbed him and pulled him into her, beating him about the head. She punched and punched and punched him until he hit the ground and she left. Her family and friends validated her and told her she did the right thing. She said, “So what do you want. He was leering and making sexual comments to her. A young woman saw this. She got up from her seat, and stood facing him at the pole, blocking his view of the girl. Then, she stared at him. He got off at the next stop. As I entered the room and saw what was happening, I lunged at his outstretched arms. At the same time I yelled to my mom and sisters to run away. I brought my two arms down over his arms. As my dad’s arms and gun came down, I heard three shots- Bam! He fired into the ground at his feet and we all got away. They’d go at her, back off slightly, and go at her again. I ran forward and yelled at them to stop it, to leave her alone, to get away. I walked her back a few blocks past my home. No one approached her again. This had happened when she was in Grade 5 in Korea. She was walking home one evening after a doctor’s appointment, when a man came up to her and asked her for directions. The destination he claimed he was going to lay across a construction site, and he asked her to go with him to show him the way. As they walked across the site, he put his hand on the back of her neck, saying that he was cold. She felt very uncomfortable, but didn’t know what to do. She had no idea what to do. Then he started to unzip her pants, and suddenly she knew this was the limit. She had to do something. And she started to scream. She ran home, starting to cry as she went, and she said that the crying felt good, it felt liberating. Her mother, her grandmother, and her sisters were all home when she ran in. She was able to tell them what had happened, and they took care of her. She was originally from Afghanistan, but was living as a refugee in Pakistan at the time that this story took place. During the struggle I had a flash- image of my body assaulted, abused and raped, and I knew it could not happen. I wouldn’t let it happen. At the time, I didn’t think of it that way – I just used all my strength and instincts and fought. I went for a run in the local park just outside of town. It was a relatively warm January morning. I had run perhaps 1. K up a mild hill when I saw a man in his forties walking down. As I was passing by him, he asked what time it was, and after receiving an answer that I had no watch, he grabbed both my wrists and started pulling me to the side of the pathway. I was told to be quiet – I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was losing my strength. I decided to stop fighting; I hugged a tree very tight and gathered my thoughts. I gave him a few kicks to the shins and knees and awaited an opportunity to free myself and run. He was holding the sleeve of my sweatshirt – I jerked my arm, with the sleeve, and. I ran the fastest and most exhausting distance of my life. I knew he wouldn’t catch me, but I looked behind and kept running until I was amongst people. I also had the drive and power not to allow it. I just knew that the flash of my body – humiliated and abused – could not happen. I did not and do not deserve to have that happen to me. The police are looking for me. I’ve just killed my husband.”. She was completely taken aback by what had just come out of her mouth, but more importantly, so was he. He gave her a startled look, walked quickly away, and didn’t bother her again. This story took place before the defender had had any self- defence training. Both men had been drinking heavily. The friend followed her into the kitchen and tried to pull her into him. Her husband had entered the kitchen and did nothing to stop his friend. She wanted to call the police but did not know how (she had just recently arrived in Canada and did not speak English). She did, however, know her brother- in- law’s phone number, and dialled it. She told the two men that she had called the police. She waved the knife in the air and told them that she would kill them with the knife if they did not get out of there. I told him politely that I didn’t like being treated that way, but he kept doing it. I told him again, a little more forcefully; I was starting to lose patience. But a little while later he did it again, in front of a whole crowd of conference participants. By then I was so angry I turned around and bellowed, “DO I SHIT ON YOUR LAWN? DO YOU WANT ME TO SHIT ON YOUR LAWN? IF YOU DON’T WANT ME TO SHIT ON YOUR LAWN, DON’T WHISTLE AT ME!”. Well, after that he stopped. We had our arms around each other, she was leaning her head on my shoulder, and we were chatting. One of the men, who was up a ladder, looked down at my daughter and me and yelled out, “Go on, why don’t you give her a big kiss. Go on, I know you can do it, just give her a big kiss.”. As a lesbian, I’d experienced homophobic harassment many times before, but no incident had ever made me as angry as this one, and that was because it involved my daughter. The thought of knocking this man right off his ladder was very tempting. I went up to the base of the ladder and suggested to him that he would be seriously hurt if he were to fall off. I also told his co- worker that this man’s behaviour was completely unacceptable. I refrained from doing him any physical harm, but when we got home I called Shopper’s Drug Mart and told the assistant manager what had happened. I named the incident for what it was, homophobic harassment, and drew his attention to the fact that the store’s image would be affected by the behaviour of its contractor’s employees. The next day he called me back and said that the store’s manager had spoken to the contractor employing this man, and that disciplinary action had been taken against him. All of a sudden a man came out of an alley, grabbed me around the waist with one arm, put his other hand over my mouth, and started to drag me toward a car in the alley. As he did this, one of my sandals slipped off. Just let me get my sandal first, will you?”. He let go of me. I went over to my sandal, put it back on, glanced down the street to make sure no cars were coming, then took off running across the street, and ran away as fast as I could. You tricked me!” Which was true, of course. I kept running and got home safely. It was very dark and loud and crowded.
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