Uni Freiburg WAS GEHT?

Femizide sind kein Spaß. Die Universität Freiburg sieht das anders. Sie laden einen Kleinkünstler ein, der in seinem Lied über seine Freundin in der Tiefkühltruhe munter einen Femizid besingt. Nur zum Spaß, versteht sich! Der erste Preis des Kleinkunstpreises ging letztes Jahr auch nur zum Spaß an einen Kleinkünstler, der eine Vergewaltigung verherrlicht:

Foto: SWFR Freiburg

(Titel: Schnelles Liebeslied – von Florian Wagner)

„Das ist ein schnelles Liebeslied, nicht so langsam wie die andern.

Ein schnelles Liebeslied und lässt du mich nicht ran dann,

singe ich so lang bis du nicht mehr so rumzickst und endlich mit mir… (fickst) tanzt.

Bist ne super süße Maus und jetzt zieh dich endlich aus.

Und lässt du mich nicht ran, dann singe ich so lang,

dass du heute nicht mehr schläfst und mir endlich einen… (bläst) Tanz beibringst.“

Alles nur Spaß, keine Sorge, immer schön locker bleiben!

https://www.instagram.com/p/B5e6mJGoTAF/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Blöd nur, dass der Auftritt ausgerechnet in den 16 Tagen gegen Gewalt an Frauen stattfindet. Traurig auch, dass wir heute am 30. November 2019 seit Jahresbeginn 158 Morde an Frauen zählen in Deutschland. Man nennt das Femizid.

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Über 71.800 Unterstützer*innen setzen sich bereits bei change.org gegen Femizide ein: Stoppt das Töten von Frauen #saveXX In einem offenen Brief an den Rektor der Universität Freiburg schreibt die Petentin Prof. Dr. Kristina Wolff:

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30. NOV. 2019 — 

Liebe Unterstützer*innen, liebe Multiplikator*innen, liebe Verbesserer*innen,

am morgigen 1. Advent soll in Freiburg der jährliche Kleinkunstpreis ausgelobt werden „Der vom Vorderhaus, dem Studierendenwerk Freiburg und der Universität Freiburg 2014 ins Leben gerufene Preis bietet studentischen Künstlerinnen und Künstlern aus dem Kleinkunstbereich die Möglichkeit, sich im Wettbewerb mit ihrem Können zu profilieren.“

In Bezug auf den zuerst gelisteten Teilnehmer Alex Döring habe ich den Rektor der Universität Freiburg gebeten, umgehend zu intervenieren – tut es/tun Sie‘s mir gerne gleich:

„Sehr geehrter Herr Professor Schiewer,

27.11.2019 † in Heidelberg (♀ 58 Jahre), vom Sohn erstochen

26.11.2019 † in Waldbröl (♀ 28 Jahre), vom Ehemann erstochen

26.11.2019 † in Berlin (♀ 28 Jahre), vom Freund erstochen

25.11.2019 † in Essen (♀ 72 Jahre), vom Ehemann erstickt

23.11.2019 † in Mörfelden-Waldorf (♀ 57 Jahre), vom Ex-Partner erschossen

21.11.2019 † in Aachen (♀ 89 Jahre) ….

Das ist ein Auszug aktueller, deutscher Geschichte.

Ebenso, wie die Ratifizierung des Übereinkommens des Europarats zur Verhütung und Bekämpfung von Gewalt gegen Frauen und häuslicher Gewalt, der sog. Istanbul-Konvention durch die Bundesregierung in 2017 (1). Obwohl dieses, völkerrechtlich bindende Abkommen bereits seit 01.02.2018 in Kraft getreten ist, dokumentiere ich im aktuellen Jahr 2019 bereits (mindestens!) 158 Femizide (2).

Weshalb wende ich mich heute damit an Sie, den Rektor der Universität Freiburg?

Weil Sie einen Preis (3) ausloben: Einen Preis, der im worst case einem angehenden Politikwissenschaftler zu Gute kommt, der das brutale Töten von Frauen in unerträglicher Form veralbert. (4)

Vergangenen Donnerstag erst hat sich eine große Mehrheit der EU-Parlamentarier*innen in einer gemeinsamen Resolution dafür ausgesprochen, dass die Istanbul-Konvention innerhalb der Mitgliedsstaaten schnellstmöglich umgesetzt wird.

Als Rektor der Universität Freiburg verantworten Sie eine strukturelle Säule unserer Gesellschaft. Daher richte ich folgende, dringende Bitte an Sie: Unterbinden Sie, dass misogynes Besitzdenken und das Multiplizieren von Schuldumkehr unter dem irreführenden Siegel „Kleinkunst“ als gesellschaftsfähig inszeniert und ggf. auch noch belohnt werden kann.

(1) https://rm.coe.int/1680462535

(2) https://www.change.org/saveXX

(3) https://www.swfr.de/veranstaltungen/kultur/kleinkunst/

(4) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NaWOqVl44EE

Mit freundlichem Gruß“

DANKE FÜR SUPPORT!

Ihnen/ Euch allen einen schönen und vor allem sicheren ersten Advent!

(„AUS GEGEBENEM ANLASS IV – action required!„, Prof. Dr. Kristina Wolff, 30.11.2019)

AUS GEGEBENEM ANLASS IV – action required!

 

Das wird man doch noch sagen dürfen! Kunstfreiheit!

Genau, das kann Mann, offensichtlich auch im Fernsehen noch sagen, der Kleinkünstler ist deutschlandweit gefragt. Beim diesjährigen Freiburger Kleinkunstpreis tritt also genau so wie letztes Jahr auch ein weiterer bekannter, professioneller Kleinkünstler auf. Hat das eigentlich System? Und noch viel wichtiger:

Wird er das Lied singen? Wenn ja warum unterstützt die Universität diesen Künstler und gibt ihm eine Bühne? WARUM?

Foto: Max Erb

Herzlichen Glückwunsch übrigens, dass dieses Jahr wieder eine einzige Frau am Wettbewerb teilnehmen darf. Das wird ein toller Abend!

Das Finale des Freiburger Kleinkunstpreises für Studierende ist am Sonntag, 1. Dezember, im Vorderhaus, Habsburgerstraße 9. Um den Titel konkurrieren Alex Döring (siehe Foto; Musikkabarett und Comedy), Larissa Kastner (Ukulele at its best!), Lukas Mak (Musik-Kabarett), Die Kehlköpfe (A-Cappella-Musik-Kabarett) und Hani Who (Stand Up Comedy). Karten gibt es für 5 Euro unter http://www.bz-ticket.de und bei den BZ-Geschäftsstellen, Tel. 0761/ 496-8888 sowie an der Abendkasse. („Kleinkunstpreis für Studierende im Vorderhaus Freiburg“, Badische Zeitung, 29.11.2019)

 

This was NOT consent #metoo

Es ist Zeit, dass Rape Jokes keinen Applaus und keine Plattform mehr bekommen wie: „Zieh dich aus du süße Maus und lässt du mich nicht ran, dann…“ 11. November 2018, Freiburger Kleinkunstpreis.

Im November 2019 bei einem Comedy Slam in der MensaBar steht das hier auf der Bühne:

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Rape Jokes sind Teil der Rape Culture „also eine Kultur, welche die Gesellschaft so strukturiert, dass sie Vergewaltigungen und sexualisierte Gewalt ermöglicht, toleriert und verharmlost (…)“ („Perlen Deutscher Rape Culture“, Nils Pickert, 20.01.2016)

Es macht mich wütend, dass wir 2019 noch starke Stimmen wie Chanel Miller brauchen um auf diese Rape Culture aufmerksam zu machen:

„How old are you? How much do you weigh? What did you eat that day? Well what did you have for dinner? Who made dinner? Did you drink with dinner? No, not even water? When did you drink? How much did you drink? What container did you drink out of? Who gave you the drink? How much do you usually drink? Who dropped you off at this party? At what time? But where exactly? What were you wearing? Why were you going to this party? What’ d you do when you got there? Are you sure you did that? But what time did you do that? What does this text mean? Who were you texting? When did you urinate? Where did you urinate? With whom did you urinate outside? Was your phone on silent when your sister called? Do you remember silencing it? Really because on page 53 I’d like to point out that you said it was set to ring. Did you drink in college? You said you were a party animal? How many times did you black out? Did you party at frats? Are you serious with your boyfriend? Are you sexually active with him? When did you start dating? Would you ever cheat? Do you have a history of cheating? What do you mean when you said you wanted to reward him? Do you remember what time you woke up? Were you wearing your cardigan? What color was your cardigan? Do you remember any more from that night? No? Okay, well, we’ll let Brock fill it in.

I was pummeled with narrowed, pointed questions that dissected my personal life, love life, past life, family life, inane questions, accumulating trivial details to try and find an excuse for this guy who had me half naked before even bothering to ask for my name. After a physical assault, I was assaulted with questions designed to attack me, to say see, her facts don’t line up, she’s out of her mind, she’s practically an alcoholic, she probably wanted to hook up, he’s like an athlete right, they were both drunk, whatever, the hospital stuff she remembers is after the fact, why take it into account, Brock has a lot at stake so he’s having a really hard time right now.

And then it came time for him to testify and I learned what it meant to be revictimized. I want to remind you, the night after it happened he said he never planned to take me back to his dorm. He said he didn’t know why we were behind a dumpster. He got up to leave because he wasn’t feeling well when he was suddenly chased and attacked. Then he learned I could not remember.“ („Here Is The Powerful Letter The Stanford Victim Read Aloud To Her Attacker“, BuzzFeed, Katie J.M. Baker, 03.06.2016)

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(TRIGGER warning: sexual violence) This is a mail to an institution in Denmark. They did not reply me since August)

„Hej, My name is Jorinde. I came to Brenderup in 2013 as a part of the work camp where we constructed the ground of the yard with stones. At the time I was 18 and had spent some months at home due to a chronic muscle disease. I love Denmark and being able to talk Danish and get into contact with Danes was great.

N., was part of the workcamp group. I don’t know exactly how old he was, but close to 30 I guess.

He was fun, outgoing and seemed to be a nice guy. I liked his humor.

When the stone construction was too heavy for my muscles the two of us started making those flower boxes of wood. The first weird thing happened, when N. pointed to a porn picture in the small room where all the tools were and said: „This could be your sister.“ I remember other men around us laughed about that joke.

He liked to sleep outside and once I joined him with my camping mat. We talked quite a lot, nothing happened and I trusted him. The second night outside he massaged my back, which is one of the most triggering things for me right now… but at the time it helped with my muscle pain.

Then he kissed me. It felt nice at the time. I still trusted him and nothing more happened.

One day we went for a walk in the forest, he tried to get away from the path, holding my hand. When we reached a place far away from any path he asked me to give him a blowjob. I told him that I had never done this before, but he insisted.

He grabbed my head and hold it, while coming deep inside me, although I was chocking several times. Writing this is triggering, but I hope you understand that experiencing this as a 18 year old who has never had sex was traumatizing. Afterwards he tried to touch me more, but did hurt me and I managed to make him stop.

He did not threaten me, but this was not consent. This was asking for a blow job as if he was asking me if I could give him a glas of water, or a piece of pizza. I felt bad afterwards. I couldn’t sleep anymore. The pain in my muscles was stronger than before. I felt restless, tried to get into touch with all the others on the camp and from the højskole.

I knew something was wrong, but I couldn’t define what exactly it was. I was too young and too inexperienced to put this in a bigger picture and call it abuse.

Honestly thinking back I can’t remember everything clearly, except some very detailed flashbacks. I know for sure that there were two more times where I had to give him a blowjob.

I know there were two times when he wanted to have sex with me withouht having a condom. I know there was one time were he got in an empty room with me in the hojskole and I left him in the bed all naked.

I can also remember that I met some Danish couchsurfers one weekend in Odensee, because I wanted to get away from Brenderup and we randomly met in the city center. He grabbed my waist and whispered how much he missed me and later told me it was my fault that his pant broke, because he had a boner in that very moment.

Being grabbed by the waist remained a trigger for me no matter what intention the person has. So many things were so weird.

At the end of the workcamp he planned to visit me at home and meet my family. We were not really dating, we never said „I love you“ as far as I can remember. There was one moment where I said „You don’t even know me.“ and I knew that I definitively didn´t wanted him to come to my place.

I was smart enough at the time to organize him a new work camp somewhere in the Netherlands. I didn’t wanted him to be at the goodbye party.

When he finally left that evening (the last day… the party had just started) I crawled in my bed and didn’t wanted to talk to anyone.

When I took a shower around 11pm or so, there was one Danish girl and two guys in the cabin next to me talking in Danish about how she would give them both a blowjob for a pack of cigarettes.

Imagine what this means, when you have just experienced doing this without your free will, without any consent.

After the workcamp I never talked about it to anyone. One year later I got tested for STIs and the doctor asked if I had fun in the holidays. No. Not really.

I am telling you this, because I found my voice and I have nothing to loose.
And I am telling you this, because I stayed alone with my story for almost 6 years now and started talking about it 6 months ago.

What I expect of an institution like you is to create awareness about consent right from the beginning.

I KNEW something was wrong at the time. I felt it in my belly, I was stressed out and tried to solve things on my own.

I know how strong the feeling of shame is, that’s why there needs to be a person who you can go to and talk to without being judged.

When a good friend of mine recently shared her højskole experience with me I was really triggered. I have not been to Denmark in 6 years now.

I had flashbacks last summer and I know that this experience has influenced all relationships I had afterwards. When you once loose your boundaries it is really hard to get them back and to actually feel what is good for you.

Please talk about this story in your team and try to find a solution how to start a conversation about consent with the students.  No matter what happened to them, their stories and experiences are valid.

Let me know if you have any questions! (just please don’t question my story, I will not defend any of my actions at the time)

Kærlig hilsen,
Jori