WHAT MEN MUST KNOW AND BE

As a person who grew up in a violent home, I’m triggered every time I come across stories of women and children who suffer abuse at the hands of men. Although my grandfather didn’t raise his hand to me, probably because I was little, I remember crying after every attack my grandmother and my uncles – who were teenagers at the time – endured.

Things were better when another man, who was slightly older than my grandfather and lived at the back in our yard, was around. My grandfather told me we were related, but I knew we weren’t. He wasn’t born in either