Posted on 02/12/2017 10:08:21 PM PST by 2ndDivisionVet
I dont know that I serve my own mental health needs by putting my body on the line to feign solidarity with women who by and large didnt have my back prior to November.
Ive never felt any thing remotely resembling sisterhood with White women. Friendship, affinity, fondness, lovesure. Sisterhood? Nah. That sense of loyalty, interconnectedness, accountability and shared struggle simply isnt there.
That lack of sisterhood haunted me at times during the 2016 election season. As Election Day approached and Secretary Hillary Rodham Clinton emerged as the frontrunner, I waited to feel something. Some sort of connection between her and me, some sort of emotion tied to the likelihood that a person who shares my gender expression would be the "leader of the free world." It never came.
However, the absence of that sisterhood never felt more real for me than it did when I learned that 53 percent of White female voters cast a ballot for a man whose bigotry was, perhaps, his greatest selling point. I never expected that White women by-and-large would favor Clinton over Donald Trump because she promised criminal justice reform or would do more to protect the rights of people of color than her opponent. But I did believe that Trumps incredibly public misogynymanifested in attacks on womens looks, a boast about pussy grabbing and promises to prosecute people who seek abortionswould have made him less than favorable. Silly me to expect self-preservation to take priority over racism, I suppose.
Of course, much of the post-election news cycle was dominated by White folks wringing their hands: How could this happen? Why did it happen? There was lots of weeping and wailing from women who could get the answers to those questions by simply asking their relatives, friends and partners who put Trump in power. As fearful as I am for the lives that are most vulnerable in the wake of a Trump presidency (including immigrants of color, Muslims, LGBT people and, of course, Black folks), there was a tiny, tiny part of me that felt a tiny, tiny bit of satisfaction at seeing how sad many White women were. Finally, they got to know some semblance of the pain and anguish that accompanies our lives in this country.
But when I learned that some of those women had decided to channel their disappointment into a Million Women March, my twisted moment of pleasure quickly gave way to a familiar sense of annoyance. Once again, the labors of Black folks (in this case, the 1995 Million Man March and the 1997 Million Woman March organized by Minister Louis Farrakhan and the Nation of Islam) were being co-opted and erased by clueless White ones. And just what would this million women be coming together to march abouttheir mothers, sisters, homegirls and friends who elected Trump in the first place?
The name of the march did quickly change and a group of women of color that I deeply admire signed on as co-chairs. They are now the face of the event and among its lead organizers. For me, this sparks a few conflicting feelings. On one hand, I think of Tamika Mallory (former executive director of National Action Network), Carmen Perez (executive director The Gathering for Justice), and Linda Sarsour (executive director of the Arab American Association of New York) as living and breathing superheroes. They are the closest our shared home of New York City has to Wonder Woman, Storm and Misty Knight. People who are open to hearing from them and who allow them to lead will benefit from doing so.
On the other hand, Im really tired of Black and Brown women routinely being tasked with fixing White folks messes. Im tired of being the moral compass of the United States. Many of the White women who will attend the march are committed activists, sure. But for those new-to-it White women who just decided that they care about social issues? I'm not invested in sharing space with them at this point in history.
Will the Womens March on Washington be a space filled primarily with participants who believe that Black lives matter? Im not sure, especially considering the attitudes of some who have publicly stated that they dont want to hear calls for attendees to check their White privilege at the proverbial door.
Thus, I am affording myself the emotional frailty usually reserved for White women and tapping out this time. Im not saying that I will never stand in solidarity with masses of White women under the umbrella of our gender, but it wont be this weekend. Managing my depression is a complicated daily task, one that will certainly be exacerbated by the presidential inauguration festivities. It wont serve my own mental health needs to put my body on the line (a body that I believe will invite more violence from Trump supporters than paler attendees) to feign solidarity with women who by and large didnt have my back prior to November. Not yet. Eventually? Perhaps. But not now.
Id like to see a million White women march to the grave of Harriet Tubman, Sojourner Truth or Audre Lorde, or perhaps to the campus of Spelman College to offer a formal apology to Black women. Its time for White women to come together and tell the world how their crimes against Black women, Black men and Black children have been no less devastating than the ones committed by their male counterparts. Perhaps the Womens March on Washington will provide the grounds for the level of catharsis required to make that happen. If anyone can plant the seed, its Mallory, Perez, Sarsour and Janaye Ingram, the marchs head of logistics. But I just cant make my way to Washington D.C. this weekend to find out.
Maybe next time.
...”American blacks are the richest in the world. There is no country that provides as much opportunity for black people (including countries that are black run). Shes like a spoiled child, who keeps whining for more even though she has it better than 99.9% of everyone else. Does anyone doubt that shes had a very privileged life here under predominantly white rule?”...
Do you get the feeling that she wants to bring back slavery, but for “whites,” this time?
“... who shares my gender expression...”
Stopped reading right there, knowing that there was nothing I could possibly learn from someone so delusional... other than further confirmation of her delusion.
bmfl
I’m so bored with the inflated egos of angry black women. No self doubt no matter how stupid and ill-educated. I avoid them at all costs.
Happiness is not a right. Happiness is an obligation. Nobody cares how you feel, they only care what you do. - Dennis Prager
I find myself having trouble coming up with words. I wonder how many black women feel this way.
I’m thinking that I’ve been misinterpreting Dr. King all these years. Perhaps he wasn’t dreaming of a color blind society as I thought and was taught. Perhaps he was envisioning a color aware society.
This women needs someone to watch her. She is insane!
Life is tough... need I say more?
Politics aside (sometimes easier said than done ;-) the Eagles were one of my absolutely fave bands as a youngun.
Haven't listened to 'em in awhile but, just so ya know, my ringing ears later today will trace directly back, via Denon/Polk, to seeing that snippet of lyrics .. lol !
LOL!
I’m one of the Canteen Dee-jays!
I’ll feature them soon, and PING ya to it!
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