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Unbound, by Tarana Burke.

In 2017, as women posted about sexual violence and actresses spoke publicly amid coverage of a Hollywood mogul, the hashtag #metoo spread quickly. Tarana Burke watched with mixed feelings. The words mattered to her: a little over eleven years earlier, while living and working in Selma, she had begun using “me too” to connect survivors. But the viral posts seemed at first to belong to a different kind of effort, and their speed raised questions she could not set aside.

A friend reposted an existing post and tagged Burke because she knew about Burke’s work. Burke asked her to take it down. She feared that a phrase could travel without its history or the care she believed survivors needed. She had spent years using workshops, panels, and outreach to build empathy as a way toward healing and action, often with little support. Now the words were suddenly everywhere, and she worried that the community work behind them would disappear from view.

The scale also frightened her for another reason. People were sharing painful experiences in public, and Burke did not know whether those disclosures would meet an empathetic response. A public invitation to speak could leave someone exposed, especially if the person felt overwhelmed afterward and had no support around them. Burke felt unprepared to respond at the speed of the internet. Visibility could help, but the act of making someone visible did not itself provide care.

She tried to make the earlier work visible. Burke retrieved a video from 2014 in which she explained the “me too.” Movement, posted it, and asked people in her networks to share it. She wanted the public conversation to include the years of work behind the phrase. At the same time, she did not know who had sent the first tweet, how extensive the response had become, or whether her own post had changed its course. Her account is not a claim to know the hashtag’s complete origins.

Then Burke read a blog post by a survivor she did not know. The woman described a college assault and explained that seeing so many #metoo posts made her feel able to tell her story publicly and be embraced and supported. The shared accounts made her feel less alone. For Burke, this was more than evidence that the hashtag had reached a large audience. It showed what recognition could do for a person who had carried an experience privately: seeing others name something similar made speaking feel possible.

That account changed Burke’s focus. She had been afraid that the viral moment would erase her work, but the survivor’s words helped her see that the work was already happening in a new form. People were recognizing one another. Burke could support that connection, even if she had not directed the hashtag’s spread. The measure of “me too” was not simply how widely the words traveled. Their value lay in whether survivors felt seen, less isolated, and met with empathy and care.

This is the connection Burke had sought through her earlier community work. She describes using “me too” as a declaration that survivors were not alone, and building spaces where recognition might lead to healing and action. The online posts and her workshops were different in scale and setting, but the survivor’s message revealed a shared possibility: another person’s willingness to speak can make someone else’s experience feel speakable. That possibility matters most when recognition is accompanied by compassion and a path to support.

Burke’s account of public shame also turns inward, toward judgments about her appearance. When she was twelve, a man dismissed his young daughter’s comparison of Burke to a girl named Amaya by saying Burke was too ugly to resemble her, and he mocked Burke’s nose. Burke had been polite to him and his daughter. The insult left her numb and unsure how to understand what she looked like. Its force came from being imposed on her by someone else, not from any objective truth about her appearance.

Still, the judgment stayed with her. Burke describes “ugly” as a stigma that can make a person feel disgusting, avoided, and ashamed. Once she internalized the insult, it became a lens for reading later encounters. In high school, she built a smart, athletic, funny, outspoken persona and sometimes answered insults with anger. That response did not make the shame disappear. She describes a painful tension: being singled out can hurt, yet even unwanted attention can briefly feel like proof that someone has noticed you. Invisibility can also wear down the spirit.

A subway encounter brought these feelings into a situation where Burke was already thinking about safety. She managed her clothing and movements to avoid sexual attention, but a man and his group mocked and insulted her. She confronted him, while recognizing the danger of being alone. Afterward she left at the next station, waited for several trains, and blamed herself for losing her temper. She also wondered whether the scene would have gone differently if the man had found her attractive. That was her painful interpretation of the encounter, shaped by the stigma she had absorbed; it does not make the stigma a fact about her.

Together, these accounts give Burke’s argument about visibility a personal measure. Being seen can loosen isolation, as it did for the anonymous survivor, but public attention can also expose someone without offering care. And being noticed through cruelty is not the same as being met with empathy. For Burke, connection is what gives visibility its value: recognition that makes room for people to speak, feel less alone, and receive support.