On this V-Day, we want to know: what would it look like if ONE BILLION women rose up to WALK OUT, DANCE, and DEMAND an end to violence against women and girls? Sign up to learn more, raise your hand, and join the global call. Let’s make the earth move with our rising! Happy V-Day!

7 BILLION People on the planet, 1 in 3 women on the planet beaten or raped in her lifetime. That’s 1 BILLION WOMEN.

We refuse to stand by as more than a billion women experience violence.
Join ONE BILLION RISING — a global day of action for women and men across the planet to call for an end to violence against women and girls.

Directed by Jo Bonney, Musical direction: Charl-Johan Lingenfelder

Starring Neve Faulkner, Sophie Lor, Mégane Mandin, Gaëlle Marie, Karabo Tshikube, Eno Williams-Uffort

Performances will run until October 29th at Cine 13 Theatre in Montmartre.

Tickets available at www.cine13-theatre.com

Eve will receive the 2011 Isabelle Stevenson Award, which recognizes an individual from the theater community who has made a substantial contribution of volunteered time and effort on behalf of humanitarian, social service or charitable organizations. The award was chosen by the Tony Awards Administration Committee and Eve will be presented the award at the Tony ceremony on June 12.

More info at www.TonyAwards.com

February 4, 2011 – Bukavu, DRC – V-Day and the Fondation Panzi (DRC), with support from UNICEF, announce today the opening of City of Joy, a revolutionary new community for women survivors of gender violence in Bukavu, Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC). City of Joy will provide up to 180 Congolese women a year with an opportunity to benefit from group therapy; self-defense training; comprehensive sexuality education (covering HIV/AIDS, family planning); economic empowerment; storytelling; dance; theater; ecology and horticulture. Created from their vision, Congolese women will run, operate and direct City of Joy themselves.

City of Joy marks the next chapter in V-Day’s ongoing campaign, STOP RAPING OUR GREATEST RESOURCE: Power to the Women and Girls of the DRC. It will provide a powerful new platform for Congolese women to turn their pain to power, restore their sense of agency over their lives, and become leaders who will steer Eastern Congo’s destiny towards peace. The community will invest in the healing and empowerment of survivors of gender violence — who offer the best hope for a far-reaching and positive impact on the future of Congolese society.

“The opening of the City of Joy is the moment where women of the Congo turn their pain to power; where they who have suffered so deeply, so invisibly will claim their rights, their bodies and their future. It will be a huge privilege and honor to be present at this momentous occasion,” stated Eve Ensler, playwright and V-Day Founder.

“It has been centuries that Congo has not belonged to the Congolese. The country was always plundered and occupied by outside forces. City of Joy will be a place owned by the Congolese where women will be propelled to take their destinies in hand,” said Christine Schuler Deschryver, V-Day Congo and City of Joy Director

“Congo Cancer: My Cancer is Arbitrary.

Congo’s Atrocities are Very Deliberate”

Originally Published in:
The Guardian (UK)

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/jun/12/cancer-atrocities-congo-violence

06/12/10

By Eve Ensler

Some people might think that being diagnosed with uterine cancer, followed by an extensive surgery that lead to a month of debilitating infections, rounded off by months of chemotherapy, might get a girl down. But, in truth, this has not been my poison. This has not been what pulses through me late at night and keeps me pacing and awake. This has not been what throws me into moments of unbearable darkness and depression. Cancer is scary, of course, and painful. It tends to interrupt one’s entire life, throw everything into question and pause, and push one up against that ultimate dimension and possibility of dying. One can rail at the Gods and Goddesses asking, Why? Why now? Why me? But, in the end, we know those questions ring absurd and empty. Cancer is an epidemic. It has been here forever. It isn’t personal. Its choice of the vulnerable host is often arbitrary. It’s life.

For months, doctors and nurses have cut me, stitched me, jabbed me, drained me, cat-scanned me, x-rayed me, IV-ed me, flushed me, hydrated me, trying to identify the source of my anxiety and alleviate my pain. While they have been able to remove the cancer from my body, treat an abscess here, a fever there, they have not been able to even come close to the core of my malady.

Three years ago, the Democratic Republic of Congo seized my being. V-Day was invited to visit and see firsthand the experience of women survivors of sexual violence there. After three weeks at Panzi Hospital in Bukavu, where there were over 200 women patients, many of whom shared their stories of being gang raped and tortured with me, I was shattered. They told me about the resulting loss of their reproductive organs and the fistulae they got – the hole between their vagina and anus or vagina and bladder which no longer allowed them to hold their urine or feces. I heard about 9-month-old babies, 8-year-old girls, 80-year-old women who had been humiliated and publicly raped. In response, taking the lead from women on the ground, we created a massive campaign – STOP RAPING OUR GREATEST RESOURCE: POWER TO THE WOMEN AND THE GIRLS OF THE DRC – which has broken taboos, organized speak-outs and marches, educated and trained activists and religious leaders, and spurred performances of The Vagina Monologues across the country, culminating this month with a performance in the Congolese Parliament. V-Day activists have spread the campaign across the planet, raising money and consciousness. In several months, with the women of Congo, we will be opening the City of Joy, a community for survivors where women will be healed in order to turn their pain to power. Through the campaign, we have also sat and pleaded our case at 11 Downing Street, the White House, and the office of the UN Secretary General. We have shouted (loudly) at the Canadian Parliament, the US Senate, and the Security Council. Tears were shed; promises were made with great enthusiasm.

As I have laid in my hospital bed or attempted to rest at home over these months, it is the phone calls and the reports that come in daily from the Democratic Republic of Congo that make me ill. The stories of continued rapes, machete killings, grotesque mutilations, outright murdering of human rights activists – these images and events create nausea and weakness much worse than chemo or antibiotics or pain meds ever could. But even harder to deal with, in the weakened state that I have been in, is knowing that despite the ongoing horrific atrocities that have taken the lives of over 6 million people and left over 500 thousand women and girls raped and tortured, the international power elite appears to be doing nothing. They have essentially written off the DRC and its people, even after continued visits and promises.

The day is late. It is almost 13 years into this war. The Obama administration, as in most situations these days, refuses to take a real stand. Several months ago I visited the White House to meet with a high official to engage the First Lady in our efforts to end sexual violence in the Congo, believing that her solidarity would galvanize attention and action. I was told, essentially, that femicide was not her “brand”. Mrs. Obama, I was told, was focusing on childhood obesity. It surprised me that a woman with her capabilities lacked ambidextrous skills (or was it simply interest and will that was absent?). Then we have Secretary Clinton, who at least after much pressure visited the DRC almost a year ago, and made promises that actually meant a huge deal to the people. They were excited that the US government might finally prioritize building the political will in the Great Lakes region to end the war. But, of course, they are still waiting. And then there is the UN. The anemic and glacial pace and the death-like bureaucracy continue to allow and, in the case of MONUC and the Security Council, even help facilitate a deathly regional war.

Last week in Kinshasa, one of Congo’s great human rights activists, Floribert Chebeya Bahizire, was brutally murdered. In the same week, at Panzi Hospital in Bukavu the family of a staff member was executed. A 10 and 12-year-old boy and girl gunned down in their car on their way home. Murdering and raping of the women in the villages continues. The war rages on. Who is demanding the protection of the people of Congo? Who is protecting the activists who are speaking truth to power? At a memorial service last week in Bukavu, a pastor cried out, “They are killing our Mammas. Now they are killing our children. What have we done to deserve this? WHERE IS THE WORLD?”

The atrocities committed against the people of the Congo are not arbitrary like my cancer. They are systematic, strategic and intentional. At the root is a madly greedy world economy, desperate for more minerals robbed from the indigenous Congolese. Sourcing this insatiable hunger are multi-national corporations who benefit from these minerals and are willing to turn their backs on the players committing femicide and genocide, as long as their financial needs are met.

I am lucky. I have been blessed with a positive prognosis that has made me hyper-aware of what keeps a person alive. How does one survive cancer? Of course – good doctors, good insurance, good luck. But the real healing comes from not being forgotten. From attention, from care, from love, from being surrounded by a community of those who demand information on your behalf, who advocate and stand up for you when you are in a weakened state, who sleep by your side, who refuse to let you give up, who bring you meals, who see you not as a patient or victim but as a precious human being, who create metaphors where you can imagine your survival. This is my medicine, and nothing less will suffice for the people, for the women, for the children of the Congo.

Eve Ensler’s play “Necessary targets” was first performed in France by the Compagnie Les Chimères du Chevaleret at “Gare au Théâtre” in Vitry sur Seine last April.

Translated by Tanya Lopert and Blandine Pélissier

Directed by Anne Beaumond

Cast includes: Shafira Dahmoune-Le Jeannic, Mary-Claude Fantoni, Francesca Gonzalez, Catherine Lubet, Monique Murawsky, Karine Rollet et Nelly Zeitlin.

Revival planned next autumn.

Photos credit: Joëlle Martin

Today “The Vagina Monologues” are celebrating their 10th anniversary in France with a new cast:

Catherine Arditi, Stéphanie Bataille et Alexandra Kazan

The French postal service, La Poste, has just released a specially designed and dedicated booklet of 12 postage stamps, focusing on the issue of violence against women and girls and V-Day’s efforts to end it.

This unique booklet incorporates beautiful images of V-Day’s work as seen through the lens of renowned photographers Paula Allen, Catherine Cabrol, Stephan Gladieu and Scarlett Coten. The stamps will increase awareness about violence against women and girls in France and around the world.