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“Many women are reluctant to advocate feminism because they are uncertain about the meaning of the term. Other women from exploited and oppressed ethnic groups dismiss the term because they do not wish to be perceived as supporting a racist movement; feminism is often equated with white women’s rights effort. Large numbers of women see feminism as synonymous with lesbianism; their homophobia leads them to reject association with any group identified as pro-lesbian. Some women fear the word “feminism” because they shun identification with any political movement, especially one perceived as radical. Of course there are women who do not wish to be associated with women’s rights movement in any form so they reject and oppose feminist movement. Most women are more familiar with negative perspectives on “women’s lib” than the positive significations of feminism. It is this term’s positive political significance and power that we must now struggle to recover and maintain.”
“Most white feminists look at me disdainfully when I recount some of my choice violent moments. They are appalled, morally repelled by this unbecoming behavior. One even giggled, holding her breastbone ever so lightly and saying she’s not the violent type, blah blah blah. The messages are: 1) I’m educated and you’re not, 2) I’m upper class and you’re not, 3) I’m a feminist and you’re not (since her brand of feminism is equated with nonviolent moon-to-uterus symbiosis). My “men” can do the fighting, but I, gentle maiden, shan’t; the new feminism remaking a generation in the image of the suburban, wealthy, sophisticated, genetically genteel. No one protected me when a loved one cracked my head on a public street one night, not even the college educated Upper West Side white women strolling by pretending not to notice. I don’t like getting hit either, but what are you gonna do when someone grabs your tits? Meekly whisper you won’t stoop to your attackers level? and what level is that exactly? if that’s the way “women” react, how do we classify the elderly Filipinas on a subway train who, when Joe Dickwad grabbed my ass, congratulated me for whacking him as hard as I could, screaming obscenities, and chasing him - to his utter shock and dismay - through the station? They were the few who seemed to acknowledge, respect, and allow for “aggressive” forms of resistance instead of strapping on moral straightjackets for the nineties which we “women” must squeeze into. If that’s a woman, I’m not one. I am an animal who eats, sleeps, fucks, and fights voraciously - I assume a “good” woman does it gently and in the missionary position only.” — Veena Cabreros-Sud
“Everyone wants to save the Muslim woman. Some want to put the hijab on me and save me; some want to take hijab off me and save me; some want to bomb us and save me. Just give me a break, man! I can save myself! I don’t need Western imperialism to save me or Western feminism riding on the coattails of Western imperialism to save me. I can save myself.” — Pakistani activist Uzma Shakir
What’s the point? I want women to see and be seen. I want women to feel. And understand. Women who feel alone. Women who actually are alone. Women and girls laughing, together or at each other. Holding hands. Crying, raging, afraid, loving, kissing. They kill, they torture. There are women who aren’t allowed to be women. And women with daughters and sons. Despairing. Dying women. Fucking. Creating works of art. Drinking coffee. Getting drunk. Waking up. Women singing. They are defiant. They are selfish. They are selfless. Women being beaten and murdered. Religious. Witchy. Warriors. Women who feel ignored and are ignored. Granddaughters. Women aging. Lovers. Leaders. Uncontrolled. Barren. Empowered. Silly. Women with red hair. Women with black skin. Women with no sight. Cruel women. Women curious about the world. Charming, strong, sensual, hideous, crude, awkward, simple, violent, ugly — human. The point is that we exist. We weren’t and aren’t someone’s most senior wife, someone’s queen mother, someone’s slave, some footnote-fucking-blip in history, some unusual woman who did a “manly” thing. Women — living and dying in a world that is ours too.
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