The comment I left on Mamta’s post: “Hearing your perspectives was an opportunity to learn-usually what happens with your words. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to practice what I preach and really listen (with my eyes and heart, since I’m reading) for understanding.”
I know this woman. She is wise and wonderful. I truly hope you learn through her daughter’s lens, as I did. I did march-see pic below.
I had every plan to participate in or contribute to, in some way, our local Women’s March last week.
The reason I didn’t march is not the reason that most people who know me might think.
I am a critic of (white) feminism. I personally don’t identify as a feminist although I do support feminist efforts- more on that here. Ultimately, feminism and I have a complicated relationship. Feminism and my friends who claim feminism as a guiding value (and one that I admire), ask me to show up in solidarity and sisterhood, without reciprocity of that solidarity. Time and time again. I just can’t do #nicewhitelady feminism because it has historically been at the expense of my own.
But, I wasn’t against the march. In fact, I was very excited. Amidst my complicated relationship with feminism, I also believe that we all need to stay in it, and…
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