Quotes About Intimidation

We tend to treat violence and the abuse of power as though they fit into airtight categories: harassment, intimidation, threat, battery, rape, murder. But I realize now that what I was saying is: it's a slippery slope. That's why we need to address that slope, rather than compartmentalizing the varieties of misogyny and dealing with each separately. Doing so has meant fragmenting the picture, seeing the parts, not the whole.

Women have routinely been punished and intimidated for attempting that most simple of freedoms, taking a walk, because their walking and indeed their very beings have been construed as inevitably, continually sexual in those societies concerned with controlling women's sexuality.

I think we would understand misogyny and violence against women even better if we looked at the abuse of power as a whole rather than treating domestic violence separately from rape and murder and harassment and intimidation, online and at home and in the workplace and in the streets; seen together, the pattern is clear).

The deadened seek out the living to exterminate feeling, either by making their targets join them in numbness or by intimidating or assaulting them into silence. In the landscape of silence, the three realms might be silence imposed from within; silence imposed from without; and silence that exists around what

think we would understand misogyny and violence against women even better if we looked at the abuse of power as a whole rather than treating domestic violence separately from rape and murder and harassment and intimidation, online and at home and in the workplace and in the streets; seen together, the pattern is clear).

And for anyone about to argue that workplace sexual intimidation isn't a life-or-death issue, remember that Marine Lance Corporal Maria Lauterbach, age twenty, was apparently killed by her higher-ranking colleague one winter's night while she was waiting to testify that he raped her. The burned remains of her pregnant body were found in the fire pit in his backyard.

That made clear to me the continuum that stretches from minor social misery to violent silencing and violent death (and I think we would understand misogyny and violence against women even better if we looked at the abuse of power as a whole rather than treating domestic violence separately from rape and murder and harassment and intimidation, online and at home and in the workplace and in the streets; seen together, the pattern is clear).

During those years at the end of my teens and the beginning of my twenties, I was constantly sexually harassed on the street and sometimes elsewhere. The harassed doesn't convey the menace that was often present.

Notre seule défense contre eux était de leur faire peur. Mais nous leur avoins fait TROP PEUR!...

They're all so much afraid of the Council that they're not afraid of anything else.

Why would anybody be intimidated by mere words? I mean, neither I nor any other athiest that I know ever threatens violence. We never threaten to fly planes into skyscrapers. We never threaten suicide bombs. We are very gentle people. All we do is use words to talk about things like the cosmos, the origin of the universe, evolution, the origin of life. What's there to be frightened of? It's just an opinion.

The priest I didn't talk to at all, because I didn't want to have to hide his body afterwards.

I felt a cold circle of metal touch the base of my skull. That's exactly what you think it is, a calm voice said. Yo do the wrong thing, and the cops are going to be picking bits of your cortical stack out of that wall for weeks.

Too intimidated to become artists themselves, very often too low in self-worth to even recognize that they have an artistic dream, these people become shadow artists instead.

Never question the sanity of a woman who can render you defenseless with a look.

Listen, you. Don't threaten me. I could make your life a nightmare. He put his hand in front of her face and unfolded three fingers as he said, I'm F-B-I. She smiled. It wasn't the reaction he expected. You want to talk nightmares? she said. She put her hand up to his face and unfolded her three fingers. I'm I-R-S.

She was more frightened of the stallion than she was of the Baron.

they had a power far beyond their numbers. That was also what made a girls' high school so frightening.

One word," he breathed into her ear, so low no one would be able to hear. "One word from your idiot mouth and next time I'll finish the job, I swear t'God." He nuzzled, his lips seemingly caressing her outer ear. "Understand?

His voice had changed again. He liked this. He liked seeing her squirm. He was absorbing her fear like a succubus. Lydia heard an echo of the last words Paul Scott had ever spoken to her: Tell me you want this.

Charlie turned off the engine. She asked, "Can you make the walk?" "Yes." Charlie didn't move. "I don't want to be a jerk—" "Be a jerk." "If you fall in front of those bitches, they'll laugh

Like most bullies, he could never sustain any one emotion.

A PARTICULARLY BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IS A SOURCE OF TERROR. —Carl Jung

I've got my foot so far up your ass that you can taste my nail polish in the back of your throat.