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W omen have to work twice as hard to get ahead in a socially constructed man's world, and struggle daily with the dehumanization of abuse and victimization. Often times, the stories of victims are erased from public discussion.

Privilege and oppression are not just a thing of the past. We celebrate March as Women's History Month, but it is not the only time women should be heard. The following stories are real, from the lives of real women who reside in Humboldt County. Their stories symbolize the living memory in all women and help to restore pride and dignity to empower women whose stories are too often untold, and to encourage others to tell their own stories.

Statements from the interviews were used to narrate their stories.

The women were then photographed. It was the personal struggles of women around me that inspired this project. It was the connection between these women and the collective violence perpetuated globally by those with the greatest power that encouraged me to want to do something more. The artist's reception will be held Friday, March 10 at 7 p. I used to dance in the circle to the heavy rhythm of the drums and the songs of the men who beat upon them, my baby blue shawl with pink fringes around my shoulders.

Mom hates going to powwows, and she hates the word "halfbreed. We never lived in one place for too long, but my high school years were spent on the reservation. Then there are those like me who stand in a group of our own.

My grandmother on Mom's side is Ho-Chunk and their family hates me because my complexion is more that of my dad, a white man. They're really angry people. I would be angry too. A gang of girls jumped me from behind at a party in high school. You can still feel the scar on my head from their brass knuckles and the glass from my car window.

I found out later and so did the girls who attacked me that we are all related. They are part of my Native family and they ended up apologizing after I got out of the hospital. There's so little Native left, and drugs and alcohol poison the Native that is left.

Mom drinks because she's sad. The whole Native culture is destroyed because the white man killed it. Powwows aren't about dancing anymore.

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Now the powwows exist for the entertainment of white people and money for Natives, not about preserving the culture. Mahi,xete mah-kh-day is the Ho-Chunk word for a white person. It means "big knife. My dad's brother sexually molested me when I was nine. No one believed me. My mom didn't even believe me, even though she had always claimed that she had once been raped.

My aunt came out after I did and admitted that he had molested her for years. No one believed her either. My sister got mad at me because I laughed when I saw her college graduation picture. The colors of the Philippine flag -- blue, red and white with yellow stars and sun draped around her neck and down the front.

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She looked like the poster girl for the family. I don't know righteous where in the Philippines my parents came from. They don't talk about it much. They believe the U. I come from the states. People assume that I know the history of "where I come from" or the culture of its people, but I feel bad because I don't. People have fucking used the word "exotic" to describe me. I don't picture myself fitting the word -- sexy, on a hot desert island or something. People smile and stare.

From another part of the world; foreign: exotic tropical plants in a greenhouse. Intriguingly unusual or different; excitingly strange. Of or involving striptease: an exotic dancer. I remember the time in middle school when two boys pointed and laughed at me nigger I wore a Willy Santos T-shirt, jeans and flip-flops. Willy Santos is surfer and skater who happens to be Filipino.

They were dressed similarly. So, what the hell are Filipino people supposed to wear? Something "exotic"?

Should I wear the traditional outfits handmade by my grandmother, the intricate beadwork and sheer material that hangs untouched in my closet? We don't walk around all day with kimonos on, I know that. My sister was the first in our family to graduate college. She was always proud of her Filipino identity. I went home later that day and cried because I hurt her feelings. It was a huge accomplishment and she considered it a symbol of pride and achievement for all of us.

He wore a plaid shirt and blue jeans, and introduced himself as a doctor, although he made a comment that the plaques and certificates on the wall "could've been printed out by anyone. I wanted to ask him a million times what he was doing.

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Maybe he was just joking. I didn't know what to say, so I just laughed. That's what people do when they feel uncomfortable. Then he made me get down on my hands and knees and told me to crawl around on the blue carpeting in front of him. My father took me from the hospital before I was supposed to be released to punish my mother.

He had a big impact over her life. She's illiterate. She has suffered and has brought a crack-addicted child into the world five times. She'll say she only has two kids, but she's got five. I wasn't raised in a black household. My father gave me and my older sister to a woman who took us to Hawaii.

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She died of breast cancer a year later and her parents took guardianship of us. We'd be called "fucking niggers" and get beat. When I was seven I was held down and had my head shaved completely bald. I was treated like a nigger in a shed. Why would any man do that to a young child? My step-grandfather would come into my room, crack the window open and play with me. To my adult cousins -- you raped me. How can that ever be forgiven?

I was just a baby. My sister ran away during our ninth year there. When she came back she brought law enforcement.

When I was 14, I was put on a bus to Oakland. I had gotten into trouble in Monterey and went from one bad situation to another. Abuse became my comfort zone. I was bleeding when I got to the hospital. Nobody would see me because I was ten minutes late for my appointment. Later, I was admitted to a mental health unit for three weeks for alcoholism. Still, I've had a better life than many.

My grade point average went from a 2. I got teased because I spoke too properly.

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They said I was white washed. We didn't have no need for a backpack, we had no books. I had friends who couldn't spell the simplest words. In Monterey there was a curriculum.

At Fremont the teachers were like, "Stop shooting dice in the back of the room" and that was it. I actually had dreams. I wanted to be a basketball player at UCLA. I wanted to be a lawyer, a supermodel and an advocate for children.