Then one morning, there I was, an old woman.
Where had I gotten in all those years on the Path?
That night I slept out in a field, and it rained.
Anti-toxic-masculinity activism is compatible with commitments to protect white female innocence at the cost of Black boys’ freedom.[…] It offloads onto individuals the responsibility for countering the real problems of wealth and power distribution that lie at the heart of gender inequity.
The supposed dangers of truth-telling about history, even when we aren’t the good guys, is bedrock right-wing rubbish, because of course the truth can be a pain and then you have to learn, change, do better and ewww, who wants to do that?
The Western world’s demonization of women in power can be traced back to Ancient Greece, argues the celebrated UK classicist Mary Beard.
In times like these, to get you to listen,
I must show you how
To grasp history with your hands.
All my suitors started off talking about beauty, and ended up talking about money.
Think of all the prayers rising
today with daughters and granddaughters held up
to see her uplifted catafalque, its red, white and blue
against the white marble
I have a thousand uses:
crash dummy, sex toy, punching bag, life raft.
The secret police
wore shirts that said “secret police,”
which makes one wonder.
Anger points powerfully to the denial of rights, but the exercise of rights can’t live and thrive on anger. It lives and thrives on the dogged pursuit of justice.
Even nations with long histories of inequality and violence carry lessons for how to move toward what might be called a more perfect union.
As we go marching, marching
We battle too for men
For they are women’s children
And we mother them again
They might as wise have lodged a Bird
For Treason — in the Pound —