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Post-Grad Girl living in a Post-Grad World.


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Moving Past the Funk: Living in a Post-Election World

Like many people, I’ve been in mourning. I actually found myself googling how to immigrate to Canada the night of the Election. Granted, I didn’t make it past the screen showing that the site crashed, but I still wondered how I would be able to do it. Then I thought more about what a Trump Presidency would look like and wondered, what would it look like for me to abandon my place in this country and lose my will to fight? If I were a child, I wouldn’t want my elders to do that to me, so I can’t give up now.

To this day, I can not fathom how people could vote for Trump. You say he is anti-establishment; we say he is a racist demagogue. You say he is a great businessman; we say he has gone bankrupt a handful of times and has only looked out for himself. I can go on and on about this, but there is no point. The only points left to make are what is going to happen next. How can we teach our peers and young folk about what it means to be an advocate for the issues at hand?

And here is where you can get your crash course.

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Harro, page 16

In Bobbie Harro’s “The Cycle of Socialization”, she discusses how we are socialized from birth/toddler into a way of thinking. We are taught biases and stereotypes, and we live with these mechanics as we grow up. We are then socialized on a personal level from parents, loved ones, and teachers (that’s why they are so important). These mechanics are then reinforced through various institutions such as church, TV, and in our culture. When these mechanics are reinforced, they result in anger, discrimination, and ignorance. It’s up to you to figure out which direction you want to go- do you want to continue reinforcing the same cycle, or would you want to head in a direction for change?

For those who says white privilege doesn’t exist, I want you to look at the events that have occurred since the election: swastikas being spray-painted on walls, a woman in Brooklyn was punched by a male trump supporter at a restaurant in Brooklyn, a woman pulled another woman’s hijab off in a Walmart in the name of Trump, and the list goes on and on. In Peggy McIntosh’s “White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack”, she states:

“My culture gives me little fear about ignoring the perspectives and powers of people of other races.” (McIntosh, 2)

As a woman of color, I will never be able to have this privilege. From what I’ve observed about the country post-Election is that many people who have this privilege don’t (or won’t) understand the power their actions have with people of color, and they don’t worry about the consequences of their actions, because most likely, they won’t be reprimanded for it. Is this what we want to teach our future children and voters?

For all you Trump supporters, I hope you realize what your future will look like. Only a week has passed and there is already a white supremacist in a position of power. You did this. Take responsibility for it. Once Donald Trump takes his place in the White House, I can only predict the decline of our Country, economically and socially. You can sit back and say that he will fix our broken “system”, but he will continue to display divisive and demeaning behavior toward people of color, the LGBTQIA community, Muslims, immigrants, etc..

Or maybe that’s what you all really want, which is much scarier to think about.

For those of you who are willing to fight forward, find your local community programs. Volunteer. Protest. Write to your local politicians. We will not be swayed. I am with you all.

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Harro, Bobbie. “The Cycle of Socialzation.” Readings for Diversity and Social Justice. N.p.: Routledge, 2007. 15-21. Print.

McIntosh, Peggy. “White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack.” N.p., n.d. Web. 15 Nov. 2016.

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A Letter to My Future Daughter

Dear Sarai,

Today, all I see is red. I’ll explain in a minute.

Yesterday, we made history by voting for the first female candidate in a major party. I filled out the ballot with pride. I thought of you and your future as I filled in the bubble and scanned my ballot in the machine. I felt for you as I walked out of the voting area, beaming with Pride at what was to come.

Then came the results. A sea of Red.

As time dragged on, many states were “too close to call”, which made me feel equal parts dread and anxiety. By 1am, I was done watching, for I knew this was over for us. The future I hoped you would enter slowly ripped from my fingers.

A sea of Red.

I weeped for you. I weeped for all our children. How was I going to explain to you and my younger brothers that this is the new reality? What could I say to you when you enter this world that would make you feel safe as a woman of color? These are the questions that came to my mind.

All I see is red. Red for the GOP that overpowered this Election. Red for the blood that was shed for us to have the power to vote, only to have it squandered away. Red for the blood that was going to be shed in the coming weeks, months, and years because of this shift in power.

I fear for your safety.

How can I sit here and explain to you that a man who said it was alright to “grab a woman by the pussy” can be President? That a man who ran on a platform of fear-mongering won? That survivors of sexual assault who felt their futures were on the line, lost?

We all lost.

And yet, here we are. The aftermath. And I can’t stop thinking about you.

As long as I am living, I will protect you from this hate and fear, and raise you to be a socially-conscious woman who can help change the world you will grow up in. I will continue to fight for you, to fight for the rights and privileges that you should have, as those before me have done.

I fear for what comes next, but one things for sure: you will be safe. I will always protect you.

Love,

Your Mom

 


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My mother made me breakfast and I went off to school. I was afraid going to school because the Taleban had issued an edict banning all girls from attending schools.

Only 11 students attended the class out of 27. The number decreased because of Taleban’s edict.

This is an excerpt from a blog post by 14 yr. old Pakistani, Malala Yousufzai. She lives in the Swat valley of Pakistan.

Malala has won several international awards for her blogging about Taliban rule in Pakistan, specifically concerning the closing of girls’ schools.

Under Taliban rule, girls and women are not allowed an education. It hasn’t always been like this; before the Taliban came to rule, women were very much a part of Pakistani and Afghani society. They were lawyers and doctors and teachers. Now, however, schools are shut out to women and girls in Taliban-ruled countries.

Malala first started writing about…

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