The creators, Jen Brockman and Mary Wyandt-Hiebert, are longtime educators and advocates for survivors of sexual and relationship violence. In May 2013, while attending a training session, they encountered Simmerling’s poem What I Was Wearing. The poem describes Simmerling’s experience of rape in the summer of 1987 and the deeply ingrained memory of what she was wearing that night. It ends with the line, “I remember also what he was wearing that night even though it’s true that no one has ever asked.”[3] Moved by the poem’s stark testimony, Brockman and Wyandt-Hiebert began developing a visual response to the question it addresses. They obtained Simmerling’s permission to use her poem that summer, and the first exhibit opened in April 2014 at the University of Arkansas during Sexual Assault Awareness Month.[4]
Wyandt-Hiebert and Brockman began collecting stories from student survivors at the University of Arkansas, inviting them to share what they were wearing at the time of their assaults. As they worked to recreate those outfits, the goal was not to recreate trauma but to reclaim space for survivors and challenge the enduring myths that shield perpetrators and silence victims.[1]
The creators emphasized that the clothes displayed were intentionally ordinary—jeans, sweatshirts, t-shirts, uniforms, dresses—chosen not for shock value but to reveal how unremarkable the clothing often was. As Brockman explained, the aim was to expose the rape myth that changing one’s clothes can prevent sexual assault and to create a space where survivors might recognize themselves in the installation and know they are not alone.[5]
Different experiences of sexual violence are represented, including assaults experienced by people of various ages, genders, backgrounds, and professions. The installation was conceived not just as an educational display but as an act of solidarity with survivors.
Reminds me of a time I watched a trial on cspan, or something, where the defence(a man) brought up the fact that the victim wasn’t wearing underwear, so the prosecutor(a woman) had to explain “underwear lines” to the court.
It was so absurd and so unnecessary to even indulge the idea that someone who doesn’t wear underwear wants to fuck anyone and everyone.
Reminds me of the What Were You Wearing exhibit
i always think of this when someone talks about modesty or purity.
It’s astonishing how normalized it is to blame victims even to this day.
The fault is always with the perpetrator. Always.
There’s no amount of flirting, suggestion, chats, clothing, nothing that justifies it. Not even if the victim had been promiscuous.
Always seemed pretty simple to me, but some people really struggle with this.
That was a powerful exhibit.
Reminds me of a time I watched a trial on cspan, or something, where the defence(a man) brought up the fact that the victim wasn’t wearing underwear, so the prosecutor(a woman) had to explain “underwear lines” to the court.
It was so absurd and so unnecessary to even indulge the idea that someone who doesn’t wear underwear wants to fuck anyone and everyone.
I remember that! The worst for me was the nappy. Someone had been wearing a nappy when it happened. It’s devastating
I love that exhibit for shutting down the whole “you should dress less slutty” angle.
It’s not how we dress.
It would be jeans and a t-shirt for me. Clothes don’t matter if a man thinks he can get away with it.