Identifying as Erin Brockovich was all wrong
In 2000, Julia Roberts starred as Erin Brockovich in the Hollywood movie about real life Erin Brockovich.
Real life Brockovich had a pivotal role in a landmark case (USA) where a company poisoned water that led to long lasting and serious health ailments for nearby residents.
This post is based purely on the Hollywood movie depiction, fyi.
Roberts depicts Brockovich as a smart, confident, single mother who is underappreciated, undervalued, and misunderstood. But it is Brockovich who connects the dots and compels the towns people to pursue a settlement. Spoiler Alert, if you haven’t seen the movie, I recommend you watch it now, and then come back to read the rest of this post.
Every now and then I watch this movie for the pure satisfaction of watching Julia Roberts play the overlooked underdog. The movie creates multiple opportunities for feel-good scenes where Brockovich is dismissed by some powerful character, and she comes back swinging with her quick wit and incredible memory.
This movie is a celebration of fighting for the right thing, convincing everyone else to fight for the right thing, and then achieving compensation for the right people. Fictional satisfaction at its best. In my opinion.
As an advocate and champion for children’s rights, this movie personifies my deepest desires.
I would just love to see an entire community come together and agree that our children haven’t been cared for adequately. I would love to witness lawyers and judges agreeing that adults and youth-serving organizations have been negligent, providing inadequate supervision, and allowing perpetrators to gain access to children.
I’d be like Erin Brockovich, spouting off the facts that support this conclusion with my/her incredible memory. I’d be convincing and compelling. Lawyers would not be able to ignore me.
Landmark changes would be implemented. Youth-serving organizations would be compelled to train their staff and volunteers to protect children. The future of humanity would be transformed!
You see what I’m saying? It’s a fantasy. And I’ve always imagined myself as Erin Brockovich.
Until last week, when I watched the movie again. For the 5th or 6th time.
I was living vicariously through Brockovich right up until the scene when a creepy fellow who has appeared a few times in the movie, finally approaches Brockovich at a late night stop at a local pub.
Brockovich has been heroically collecting signatures from every person in the town, as required for the legal proceedings.
She stops at the pub for one last signature, and a cup of coffee to stay awake for her drive home.
Enter the creepy character who has been in a few scenes but hasn’t said anything yet.
Brockovich is understandably guarded as this fellow starts a conversation with her. But soon, he makes it known that he has important documents that are needed for the case to be successful.
Brockovich warms up to him as he confides in her about all the documents he was instructed to destroy, back when he worked for the company doing the poisoning. Turns out, he did NOT destroy the documents. He kept them. For YEARS.
This fellow had the key proof needed to convict the organization. He had it all along. But it wasn’t until Brockovich turned up, asking questions, and creating this legal proceeding, that his evidence mattered at all.
Until Brockovich, he was just a hoarder with confidential documents he shouldn’t have kept.
And that’s when I realized the truth. I’m not Erin Brockovich. I’m the creepy guy with the evidence that doesn’t mean anything to anybody. Yet.
While I would love to play the role of Brockovich in my save-the-children mission, the truth is, I’m the person with important evidence that nobody seems to be looking for.
As an adult who has been advocating for child protection practices and training, I’ve witnessed organization after organization decline the chance to implement child protective practices.
As an advocate for best practices, I see how often they are NOT being utilized.
I’ve witnessed children being supervised and coached by adults who cross boundaries and create uncomfortable situations for kids. I’ve seen adults being unsafe.
I’ve witnessed youth-serving organization staff ignore children and their parents who have come forward with their concerns.
I’ve witnessed principals and school board employees protect staff members who have harmed children, and then ignored the children who were harmed, offering them no support or guidance or acknowledgement.
I’ve witnessed the police dismiss and minimize the concerns that children have brought forward, instead of investigating and protecting children.
So, I’m not Erin Brockovich. I’m the guy with the evidence.
The good news is that someday, someone is going to bring this evidence to light, and then we will be able to film a feel-good movie.
It’ll be named after someone else. It will show how a whole community came to realize that youth serving organizations aren’t using the best practices that are known to protect kids. It will show how the community rallied together to make sure that children are safe in every situation. It will show how keeping kids safe creates a community of joy, creativity, and prosperity.
And I’ll be character that gets the shortest amount of screen time, but has the most significant information.
That’s my movie fantasy for the day.
If you know someone who could play the role of an Erin Brockovich, someone who wants to fight for the right thing, someone who can rally a community, compel a legal action, or someone who simply wants to put best practices in place in their organization, please connect with us at Priority Kids.
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This isn't inherently related to last night's episode, but it did feel very present even in absence and I was reminded of it, so:
I talked about this a while ago here, but Caleb and Essek actually communicate astoundingly well, once they are willing to approach each other without imposing their own fears upon them—either because Essek is afraid of being found out or because Caleb is afraid that Essek is too much like himself to be trusted. It's simply that they talk in such a way amongst themselves in particular that those around them (and, frankly, fandom) do not parse it as clear communication, but every time they have any significant engagement after the Nein come back to the outpost, they seem to proceed with the air of having reached an understanding.
And I've talked about that, and you can read the post linked above, but the thought I had about it that I haven't really discussed is that it is a PHENOMENAL choice for playing two assholes at or over 20 Intelligence in a relationship.
They're talking in circles and sounding enigmatic! They're dancing this strange dance about who reaches out when and on what terms! But the thing is, as bewildering as that may seem from the outside, they both give the impression that they understand the other implicitly, because they're operating on very similar wavelengths.
That is their communication. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a level to which that's intentional—what is between them stays between them. Likewise, it felt last night like Caleb did not necessarily want to make whatever their arrangement is known to the rest of the Nein, and that is part of it; they understand each other, and they're comfortable with their relationship at whatever pace and stage they're at, and letting other people know about it or be party to their discussions would allow a level of external scrutiny that they have no interest in.
It's just a really fun choice on a meta level, and it's what makes them insufferable to write, and I absolutely love them for it.
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Oh boy, this is probably so irrelevant to you, but I've read the little piece you made for Babyverse about Jasper having to leave Alice and their son to go hunt and I swear I wept, thinking that's exactly how my baby brother gets everytime I leave. Literally the cutest AU ever made!!! Also, I have a weak spot for Damage Alice. May I ask for some of any of these two masterpieces?
This is absolutely not irrelevant - I'm not around small children, so I am relying entirely luck and vague memories to make any depiction of Ollie convincing, and I am SO glad that I am on the right track!
You caught me in a weak moment, so have a little of both <3
babyverse.
It’s been six fucking weeks since he’s seen them, and he’s trying to convince himself that this is another false lead, another dead-end, even as he presses his foot further on the accelerator.
He knows the old motel he’s going to - it’s been abandoned for decades, with a cracked sign caked in filth declaring it the Rose Spring. It’s a thrice condemned shit-hole, untouched because of alleged chemical leaks or something that the government don’t want to have to clean up to sell the land off. It’s irrelevant though; the Rose Spring, like all the other falling-down, forgotten motels across the country, is a regular haunt for vampires looking to avoid the sun, to meet other travellers, to pass messages back and forth.
He pulls into the motel, barely shutting off the ignition as he gets out. The back is laden with supplies, and he pauses only long enough to grab the bag that Esme has labelled with a big red cross.
The stairs are flimsy and buckle under his step - no place for a human. Half the balcony has collapsed, and at least two of the rooms have crumbled in on themselves - probably in the last storm.
Room 37 is tucked in the corner, and he doesn’t bother to knock as he throws open the door.
Ollie is sitting on the first rancid, rotting bed and his face lights up as he sees Jasper, his arms stretching out towards him. He’s wearing filthy, mismatched clothing that aren’t his, and is sucking on a pacifier again, and for some reason that’s more upsetting than anything else to Jasper - he was just beginning to give it up before everything happened. And now it’s back.
Maria is seated on the bed with Ollie, looking equally as filthy and surprisingly solemn.
“You made it faster than I anticipated,” she says, standing up and motioning to Ollie as the bed tilts slightly without her weight. “He’ll be hungry, but he’s unharmed.”
Ollie makes a whining noise as soon as he’s in Jasper’s arms; a reassuring weight, but Ollie is about to start crying.
“Where’s Alice?” He demands, rubbing his son’s back and hoping they can get out of here, and back north tonight; somewhere they can clean up and talk and he can make sure that they’re okay.
Maria looks grimmer and motions for him to follow her out the door and into the next room.
Ollie gets agitated, straining towards Alice the second they set foot in the second room.
The scent of blood saturates the air.
Alice is lying on the bed, unconscious. There’s an angry wound on her head, and bother her arms. Some rough bandages have been wrapped around her leg, and it’s obvious that someone - perhaps Maria - tried to clean her up.
“Alice?” His alarm is evident in his voice, and he almost hands Ollie off to Maria to go to her side before his brain clicks back into place. “Alice, can you hear me?”
Ollie’s reaching more and his whimpers are turning to wails as Alice doesn’t flinch.
“For god’s sake, give me the child, and deal with your mate,” Maria says, almost crossing. “I didn’t eat him before, I’m not going to eat him now.”
damaged alice.
The race to the ballet studio is the longest journey of his life.
Alice can’t defend herself. She’s never fought in her life. When Maria came to Calgary, Alice had been carefully protected by Esme and Emmett.
He’s never run faster in his life.
The scene that he finds in the ballet studio is one that fills him with anger and terror, and his first instinct is to get Alice out.
Not Bella bleeding out on the floor and screaming (oh god, he knows that scream) with an extremely broken leg.
Or to destroy James, with his joker-smile.
Alice is standing over Bella, blood on her face and dress and hands, and she’s getting upset about it, a thin cry coming out of her mouth as she stares down at her maybe-future-best-friend’s blood smelling so tempting…
But when James laughingly steps forward towards Bella, Alice growls protectively.
He swoops in, barely pausing as he grabs Alice and gets her out of James’ reach, smoothing her hair as he tries to look her in the eyes; but Alice’s eyes dart, never meeting his. Not a surprise that today would become a bad one, that Alice can’t communicate right now.
(James was alone with her for too long; he hates himself for that. He’s terrified she’s been hurt in some way, that the damage is worse than being slathered in her maybe-friend’s blood. )
“Are you okay?”
As soon as the words are out, James slams into him from nowhere, and he can’t worry about Alice or Bella in that moment.
But all he can hear are Alice’s soft cries from where she’s standing in the corner.
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