…still I must speak just the word that seemed to me the word to be spoken by me.
Frederick Douglass, My Bondage and My Freedom
#word as metaphor
A controversial reclamation of the word “slut.”
The protests began after a police officer told students at Toronto’s York University in January that if women want to avoid rape, they shouldn’t dress like “sluts.” …As one Toronto SlutWalk sign put it: “Don’t tell us how to dress. Tell men not to rape.
- Jessica Valenti, founder of Feministing.com
Valenti talks more about it here. An account of Slut Walk Minneapolis can be found here.
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Today is the 300th birthday of Jupiter Hammon, the first published African-American writer in the United States. He was born into slavery on Long Island, New York, in 1711, was educated in the household with the slave owner’s children, served as the family’s bookkeeper, and was also a preacher to his fellow slaves. His first publication was an 88-line broadside poem called “An Evening’s Thought: Salvation by Christ, with Penitential Cries.” He wrote it on Christmas Day 1760, and it was published in Hartford, Connecticut, in 1761; he published four or five other pieces over the next 27 years, including “A Winter Piece” and “Address to the Negroes of the State of New-York.”
A devout Christian, he stuck to religious themes in his work, and wrote, “If there was no Bible, it would be no matter whether you could read or not. Reading other books would do you no good.” He also wrote, “If we should ever get to Heaven, we shall find nobody to reproach us for being black, or for being slaves.”
"The fatal poison of irresponsible power was already in her hands, and soon commenced its infernal work."
Frederick Douglass, on his mistress, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass
"Genders can be neither true nor false, neither real nor apparent, neither original nor derived. As credible bearers of those attributes however, genders can also be rendered thoroughly and radically incredible."
#no correct perception
"It has become difficult to name one’s feminism by a single adjective — or even to insist in every circumstance upon the noun. Consciousness of exclusion through naming is acute. Identities seem contradictory, partial, and strategic. With the hard-won recognition of their social and historical constitution, gender, race, and class cannot provide the basis for belief in ‘essential’ unity. There is nothing about teeing ‘female’ that naturally binds women. There is not even such a state as ‘being’ female, itself a highly complex category constructed in contested sexual scientific discourses and other social practices. Gender, race, or class consciousness is an achievement forced on us by the terrible historica experience of the contradictory social realities of patriarchy, colonialism, and capitalism."
#word as metaphor
Donna Haraway, Simians, Cyborgs and Women: The Reinvention of Nature
"…she will be believed when she shows credentials from heaven, i.e., when she works a miracle. I reply, if this be necessary to prove her right to preach the gospel, then I demand my brethren to show me their credentials; else I cannot receive their ministry, by their own showing."
Sarah Grimké, Letters on the Equality of the Sexes
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#no correct perception
I am a black, Muslim woman who proudly wears her hijab because I make the decision to wear it. I have been a life-long feminist and frequently attend feminist meetings at the local college campus. Every time a new member attends, I am forced to explain why I wear my hijab. I have been told that I am letting myself be oppressed and have even had a woman try to rip it off of me before.
I do not believe that my hijab oppresses me. I believe that it frees me. I am free to make my own decisions about wearing it in this country. Why is that so difficult for women in America to understand?