I’d like to wish all of you a Happy International Women’s Day! Let’s all do what we can to #BeBoldForChange.
I would really like it to be a happy day for women in Morocco, too, but from what I’ve seen over the past few months, I doubt that it will be.
While travelling around Morocco, I’ve seen women in Morocco:
- hauling huge bundles of firewood like mules
- being told by their husband who they can and can’t talk to
- being prevented by their husband from giving their contact details to my wife
- working in junior roles and deferring to men on any important decision
Here’s a photo that my wife, Genie, took in the Ourika Valley near Marrakesh:
Challenge Bias and Inequality ? At the beginning of the year, Andrew and I decided to detach ourselves from the news coming out of the UK and USA and refocus our attention on the news in whatever country we’re travelling in at the time. ? Along with this we decided to actively seek out teachers, journalists, artists, activists, social workers and/or students to gain a better understanding of the key issues the countries we find ourselves in are facing. ? Over the past two and a half months we’ve learned a lot about Morocco’s social-political and economic pressure points and one of those pressure points is the degraded position of women here. The main issues facing Moroccan women are lack of education, early marriage, lack of respect for their contributions to the family and society, lack of economic power, unequal pay when they actually find a job and physical and psychological abuse. One activist we spoke to, who has been jailed and tortured for her work, jokingly described women here, not as second class citizens but third or fourth. #beboldforchange
I saw a woman in Meknes being physically attacked by a man on a busy street. After I tried to intervene, I was told by a bystander (a man, of course) that it was none of my business—it was for the two of them to work out.
I’ve seen women in Morocco making the most beautiful textiles by hand, the famous Berber rugs that tourists pay hundreds or even thousands of dollars for, and yet almost all of the people I’ve seen selling them and making the money are men. The women often get paid barely enough to cover the cost of the materials.
I’ve seen signs for “women’s collectives” all over Morocco, and although some of them are genuine, I’ve discovered that many are just shops owned by men who realised that the sign would appeal to tourists.
I haven’t seen women in positions of genuine power. In rural areas, I don’t even see them socialising in the way men do. It’s shocking, sometimes, to look around in a cafe or a square full of people, and to realise that all of the dozens of people laughing and joking around are men. The women are mostly seen running errands or doing shopping. For a few weeks in the far south, I didn’t even see women doing simple things like riding a motorbike.
On top of all this, I’ve seen my own wife treated with immense disrespect by men. I’ve seen her ignored and abused and patronised. I’ve seen men turn to me to answer a question that she has asked.
I know that these are my subjective experiences as an outsider to a culture, so I did some research, and what I discovered was even worse than what I’ve seen.
- Two thirds of Moroccan women have experienced physical, psychological, sexual or economic violence, according to a national survey.
- More than half (55%) reported “conjugal” violence and 13.5% reported “familial” violence.
- Only 3% had reported it to the authorities.
- Moroccan state TV aired a “beauty tips” segment on hiding the bruises after a beating.
- According to a survey in a rural area, 83% of women were married before 18, and 91% of the women were illiterate.
- A law allowing rapists to escape punishment if they married their victim was only recently repealed after a suicide that drew international attention.
- More than half of Moroccan women cannot read or write, a figure that rises to 71.8% in the countryside.
Yesterday I met a Moroccan human rights activist. When I told her that women seemed like second-class citizens here, she laughed and said, “More like third or fourth.”
I know that my experiences as a tourist here in Morocco have barely scratched the surface of what life must be like for women here. And from accounts I’ve read online, other visitors have seen or been victims of much worse harassment. Even more depressingly, I know that there are other countries in which women are treated even worse.
So I want to wish the women of Morocco a Happy International Women’s Day, and to suggest that perhaps they could take some inspiration from Beyoncé…