Из конкретики вот здесь, но в этом ивью еще и ущемление по половому признаку затрагивается

«While she thrived creatively at Anna Scher and academically at school, on a personal level, teenage Ashton was floundering, and she was forced to switch secondary schools, moving from Elizabeth Garrett Anderson (EGA) in Islington to one in Parliament Hill. “I was getting bullied so badly,” she explains. “I had some major close calls in the playground.”

Michelle Obama visited the school in 2009 and even mentioned it in her recent memoir, Becoming. “I know!” shrieks Ashton – a huge fan of the former First Lady. “I couldn’t believe it. When I saw Michelle Obama at Elizabeth Garrett Anderson, I was like, ‘Where were you, Michelle, when I needed you?’ I was smacked between the eyes. I think anyone who has been bullied finds it life-affirming if you live to tell the tale,” she continues. “I just wish someone told me at school that there’s this weird average whereby if you’re not popular at school you will become popular later.”

Ashton talks at length about the responsibility she feels towards women and particularly to women of colour. It’s something she’s carried around with her since the age of six when she first became aware of the male gaze, but didn’t have the vocabulary to discuss it. “Sometimes I wish I didn’t feel such a deep responsibility,” she sighs. She wouldn’t want to be the face of the empowerment of women, or women of colour. “I’d like one of the cisgender Caucasian males to step up and be that face,” she says. “I feel like I’m answering on behalf of them and they somehow get to remain blameless and free of public responsibility.”

While the Time’s Up movement is making tangible improvements to the industry, Ashton has other concerns. “Do I worry that #Me Too has a faddish element? Yes I do, but I worry about everything. As women we’ve been so oppressed, so marginalised; so historically shat on that, undoubtedly, part of that misogyny is internalised. Cognitively, I know I have a misogynist within myself because that’s the voice that talks to me when I don’t feel good about myself.”

I ask her about a play she wrote 10 years ago, For All the Women Who Thought They Were Mad, about mental health in the black community and the overmedication of black women, with psychiatric drugs. Tonight, she has a meeting with Hackney Showroom, which is producing it and is aiming for a June opening. The issues are as close to her heart today as when she wrote it at 24. “It’s essentially about people not believing in black women’s pain and letting them die. Or not caring enough to treat them properly. We live in a capitalist society and if we’re talking about the people at the bottom of the food chain, it’s women of colour.”»
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