Content warning: This is about violence against women.
Tonight as I left work someone said to me to take care, and I knew what she meant. She meant take care because it is dark.
But it's not the dark that hurts us. It's not the dark that killed Blessie.
It's the darkness; the hate of women, the drive to possess us, to control us. The dehumanising of women, who are, after all, just other people, to the point where killing us, hurting us is somehow justifiable.
The vast vast majority of people who are murdered in Aotearoa New Zealand are killed by people they know. For women the most dangerous person in their life, statistically, is a male partner. There is no data on this, but I imagine most of those killings happen in light, artificial or natural.
Blessie didn't die because she caught the bus, she didn't die because she was out alone at night; both of those things are normal ordinary things to do, things most men can do without question, things we all should be able to do without fear and without a bad outcome. Blessie died because someone killed her.
We can fear the dark, and what's in the dark, but it won't keep us safe to do so.