"one day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin. molt. don’t be afraid." —Shinji Moon
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”
My grandmother. My dad on the far left. She eventually had 14 children.
My great grandfather was a preacher who tried to organize blacks in the south, because of this the klan burned down their home and later tried to kill them again by ramming their car loaded with babies and small children and causing a serious accident, putting my dad and some siblings in the hospital which by the way wouldn’t accept black people so they had to leave and find another one in another city, all the while bloody and injured.
Because of civil rights riots there was a curfew placed on the town, my dad broke curfew at 12 because he wanted a coke from the vending machine across the street, he told me while he walked a pickup truck pulled up next to him and pointed a rifle in his face, they said nothing but followed him back home with the gun pointed at his head, HE WAS 12
My grandfather was also blacklisted, nobody would hire him, rent a home to him, sell a car to him…the klan has members in all areas of life, denying black people jobs, cars and property it was and still is one of the ways they kept black families destitute, and starting your own business was at the risk of your life.
There were many more incidents but after this one my grandmother sent my dad and his older brothers away, she knew they would probably end up shot or hung.
All because his dad was a civil rights advocate.
There are many more stories but I’ll wait till his book comes out which he is working on now.
i feel like ‘restaurant’ shouldnt be spelled like that
les anglophones volent des mots à d’autres langues puis chialent parce qu’ils ne sont pas orthographiés comme ils le voudraient
IM GONNA REBLOG THIS POST UNTIL I DIE IM CRYING
it’s truly amazing how some white women get so threatened when a black woman is shining.
y’all say male egos are weak, but let’s try the ego of a white woman when a black woman is garnering a lot of positive attention.
watch how suddenly they want the rules to change. gone is the solidarity that a woman’s body is her own, oh no, not for black women. now she needs to cover up and speak less.
SAY THAT SHIT
PRAISE!!! GO KERRY!!!
My soul has been cleansed
I felt the need to reblog this again because^^^^^^ all that. Whew. I luh her.
Ugh I wish she was my Mama.