You feel it too, don’t you? Is it the same for you as it is for me? A hot, acrid flame flickering raggedly somewhere beneath your solar plexus. Uncomfortable and constant. Rage borne of being raped, beaten, sold, forced to bear children, underpaid, unrepresented and unacknowledged for centuries. The rage of being a woman.
It feels like it’s coming to a head this week. Today, in fact. This morning, Dr Christine Blasey Ford will testify against Brett Kavanaugh in a bid to keep him off the US Supreme Court. And, as always, women wait with uncertainty to see just how much value white men put on our lives.
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The Washington Women’s March, pussy hats, self-identified ‘inclusive feminists’; white women have been going hard lately to be part of the war on the patriarchy. We’ve stood in protest. We’ve shouted at the mediocre white men. Maybe one or two of us even contacted our local politicians.
But here’s the truth of it, what our delicate white ears probably don’t want to hear, we’re not the ones leading the resistance. We’re the stragglers, trailing behind. We owe all the ground gained so far to the work of women of colour. So what can we do as newcomers to be true allies to those women who’ve been fighting? Well, first of all, we can recognise the advantages we get for being white women…
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