I have posted this just for you. I am in the middle of facilitating a workshop - race and racism - to my mentors. There is a great video playing, that is keeping their attention off of me updating my blog.
I am doing well. Although it is only the second day of training, so I’m bound to feel even more exhausted. The group is learning, and I realize that is my real goal for them. To what extent they learn will all depend on where they are already at when they begin.
My thought for the day is…
It makes me sad when women don’t consider themselves feminists even though they are. It makes me angry at White feminism, who have taken over the term and used their racial privilege to take over a marginalized label. So women of color don’t have a term, and must fight to reclaim feminism, and even then, only if they choose to pursue that fight.
Why is it so important for me to have that term? Feminism. I don’t know. Maybe because I want to belong with the feminist community. I want the norm of feminism to not be White upper middle class straight women’s feminism. I want to reconcile my role as Indian and American, and feminism seems to help me do that.
So many reasons…
This is what a feminist looks like.