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White Feminist Anger, Feminist Woman of Color Anger


Although I have been preoccupied with the crises in Iraq and Lebanon, I have nevertheless been keeping half an eye on the ongoing discussion here, here, here, here, here and in other places about whether the Carnival of Feminists should actually be called the white Carnival of Feminists, about woman-of-color-only space and whether or not it “excludes” white feminists, about the relative racism, or not, of white feminist bloggers, and about white feminist anger towards feminist women of color, black feminists, in particular, and vice versa.  

I have a few thoughts, they are not comprehensive by any means, and they are kind of random, but I haven’t seen anyone else talking about these things, so I will.

I think that women of color have arrived on the blogosphere.  Have they ever.  I’ve been around the internet, posting to feminist bulletin boards and other kinds of bulletin boards since 1994.  I remember when there was precisely one feminist blog that the online feminists I knew, anyway, knew about, going back to 2001 or so, called A Feminist Blog (which no longer exists, so far as I can tell.)  There were feminist websites and bulletin boards, but not really blogs back then.  Then came the blogs, overwhelmingly white, at first, overwhelmingly male.  Then came the white feminist women’s blogs.   Then came the feminist women of color blogs, lots of them.  I think they’ve done a really good job of shaking things up, and I think it’s a beautiful thing to behold.  There are so many fine, fine woman of color bloggers– ohmygosh, I have the hardest time keeping up with reading them all and linking to them as I come across them.  There are also, of course, many, many fine white feminist woman bloggers.  It’s a new time, it’s a new day, it’s a new demographic for the neighborhood.  I think difficulties and conficts are to be expected as everybody reads everybody and gets to know everybody.  So I think this figures in to what seems to be a kind of acrimony that has settled in.   Those who have had the power and the voice in the feminist blogosphere — white feminists — are having to move out of the way, are having to learn to take turns, to share, and especially, are having to think about things they may never have had to think about before, and so there are growing pains.  Those of us who have been around the feminist internet for a while remember that we went through the same process from time to time  in our own encounters with feminists of color.  We said dumb things, we behaved poorly, we didn’t get it, we made everything about us.  Sometimes we alienated good women (and men) who could have been our allies, and sometimes that never got fixed and maybe never will.  But we learned from it, which is a good thing.  I am betting the same will be true for those involved in the current conflicts. 

I am personally infatuated with some of the woman of color bloggers.  I really can’t get enough of what they write.  They are an ongoing source of fresh, challenging insights, ideas and observations.  I’m not going to say who because I’ll leave somebody out and I don’t want to.  I do want to say that I hope none of them gets so discouraged that she stops blogging (which would be understandable, I’m just sayin’.)  I also love the way the very visible presence of women of color on the feminist blogosphere has put a long-overdue halt to ongoing racist foolishness and ugliness on the part of a few vocal white feminists.  Not so long ago, whenever there was a discussion of racism on the larger white blogs and other feminist venues, there were always a few white feminists, not going to mention names, they know who they are, who would show up to defend, for example, the flying of the Confederate Flag, or Howard Dean’s stupid truck remark, or who would write these lengthy posts about how slavery wasn’t really all that bad, or who would argue that Sally Hemmings really loved Thomas Jefferson, or who would argue that the n-word really wasn’t necessarily a bad word to use, or who would insist there was no difference between institutionalized slavery in the South and institutionalized racism in the North, or who would, with a straight face, for example, refer to non-Southern people going to New Orleans to aid the relief efforts after Katrina as “carpetbaggers.”  I cannot even tell you how many hours I wasted arguing and dick-ering with these people, and what a waste it was, because the truth was, cowards as many of them are, what they had found was a venue in which they could get away with this egregious shit and get a real kick out of it.  I don’t see that going down anymore, and I think that’s because they know they can’t get away with it anymore, and why?  Because of the very visible and impressive presence of feminist bloggers of color.  I think this is an amazingly, amazingly wonderful thing.   But again, it’s a shake-up.  What used to go down, isn’t going to go down anymore.   If somebody tries that now, for sure, somebody is going to pop up with a hearty and resounding, “Say what?”  That pisses people off, as challenges to racism always will, and do.  But the truth is, feminist women of color have successfully raised the bar in these matters as to the internet.  And that is all to the good, for all of us, for internet feminism, generally. 

One thing that really bugs me about this is, these people do know who they are, they know what they’ve posted in the past, and they are sitting silently by, letting Nio and others who have stepped right into it up to their knees and hineys in some cases — but still not as bad as the people I’m talking about have been known to — just take the (understandable and appropriate) heat, without speaking up, without saying anything, without copping to their own racism, talking about their own foolishness and the dumb things they’ve said and argued for.  I think that’s shitty and cowardly.  But it also tells me, maybe they still hold the racist views they’ve always held, they’re just being quiet and sneaky about it now, which is a really bad and destructive thing.  But again, bad as that is, it’s  better than having to read racist crap defended by self-identified white feminists on feminist blogs!

Which is all to say I’m so glad the feminist women of color bloggers have arrived.  Damn, they’re good.  And I’m sorry they have had to go through all of this shit.  They didn’t deserve it, it’s a huge energy drain, it is demoralizing and discouraging, and I wish things had been different. 

I also wanted to say something about woman of color only space.  From my perspective, it is preposterous for white feminists to even offer any opinion on that issue.  That has nothing to do with white people, including white feminists.  Of course women of color need their own spaces!  All affinity groups need our own spaces from time to time.  We shouldn’t have to ask anybody for them, shouldn’t have to defend them, don’t owe anybody any explanations or apologies.  Dear goddess on high, it is absurd to suggest that women of color meeting together are “excluding” white feminists!  When in fact the whole world, including white feminists, excludes feminists of color 24/7, in a million visible and invisible ways. 

I will soon be packing up my camping gear, rounding up my daughters and an extra womon or two 😉 for our pilgrimage to the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival, which is woman-only space.  Within that space, there is a Woman of Color tent.  My daughters will be welcome to go to that tent and participate in all the many activities scheduled there, and if they choose to go, I will encourage them with my whole heart, even though I can’t go with them because I am white.  I know that this is something women of color must have, for so many reasons, including my daughters.  I can’t give them what they can get there, and I don’t belong there– even though I am their mother.  The existence of this space does not “exclude” me.  It gives them something they could not have, were I present.   

I wanted to finish by with two quotes, one I read quite some time ago, written by Trula Mama, who rocks in so many, many ways, as far as I am concerned.  I love Trula Mama.  In her typical, powerful Trula Mama style, so eloquent, she says:

… almost every time I or anyone else post about a race issue it turns into a big fight…I get so tired of people getting offended by any discussion of stuff that affects black people and/or black women. I don’t understand why this is so hard for so many non-black feminists to get, particularly those who claim to not be racist. On this board [Note:  She is talking about a completely different venue, not the blogosphere] there has been a persistent denial or refusal to see how our issues are ignored, marginalized, and flat-out dismissed.

I feel as if I don’t say anything when someone fronts over this, if I try to let it slide, then I have allowed myself to be silenced. I have also allowed myself to be shamed at my shock, anger, and dismay over stuff like this. Because when I do say something it is usually interpreted as me starting a fight, or stirring the pot, or causing a ruckus. and my shock, anger, and dismay is interpreted as being unjustified. I am interpreted as being too sensitive. I guess people think I’m not supposed to be angry or hurt or shocked or dismayed anymore at the many ways racism affects my life as a black woman. I guess even white feminists and other non-black women think black people should be ‘over’ it even though ‘it’ is still going on.

I am a member an awesome online community of black women and I have black women friends IRL I can talk to about stuff like this. For some time I told myself I just wouldn’t post stuff like this here … since it seemed to cause so much ire and discomfort among some people there, and constantly having to defend myself over race issues, on a supposedly feminist and progressive board, is so tiring and draining.

Lately though I have been feeling that this is deeply wrong on many levels. If this is a community I care about and that supposedly cares about me and all the other black people here (while I may be the most visible/vocal I am definitely not the only one), if this a community of women that is supposedly inclusive of everybody, that is supposedly anti-racist, then why shouldn’t I talk about issues that affect black women. ’cause gosh darn it, Aren’t I a woman too? Sojourner Truth said that in 1851…here it is 2006 and black women still have to fight to be heard among our non-black feminist ‘sisters’.

This is why we withdraw. I already have to fight racist white men and women. I shouldn’t have to fight white feminists too…

I totally understand that racism deeply affects white people too, to the point where often their whole worldview is distorted. I wish more of them would try to change that within themselves; to understand that it isn’t always about them. Ya’ll don’t always have to ‘relate’ or look at things based on your own experiences to understand it, to even discuss it. However good came out of all of this. It made me examine how I define myself. I have been saying feminist/womanist for many years, now I know I am most definitely a womanist. I no longer identify with a term or group of people that consistently exclude me.

More here.

Does this sound familiar to anybody?  Is this not precisely what Nubian and others have been saying, over and over again, with the patience of Job?  Trula Mama isn’t talking about anything that’s gone down in the blogosphere here– she’s talking about what’s gone down in a different venue.  I’ve seen the same thing time and time again in all sorts of feminist and nonfeminist venues.  At some point, as white feminists, we are going to have to cut the crap and listen to what is being said to us, even if the hair is standing up on the back of our necks we feel so misunderstood, angry, defensive, humiliated and ashamed.   We’re in good company.  We’ve all been there.  In time, the hair will lay back down.  🙂

Following is some amazing wisdom and insight from a radical feminist theorist and lesbian elder (in my opinion).  This might, for some reading, speed the process whereby the hair begins to lie down on the back of our white necks.   At the very least, it is honest, gut-level, and direct and reflects the work the author, Marilyn Frye, has invested in divesting herself of her privilege as a white person.  It is well worth reading.

It is from Frye’s book, The Politics of Reality:  Essays in Feminist Theory, from the chapter, On Being White:  Thinking Toward a Feminist Understanding of Race and Race Supremacy:

…the topic of racism has arrived per force in the feminist newspapers and journals…because women of color have demanded it.

…many white feminists have to a fair extent responded to the demand; by which I mean, white feminists have to a fair extent chosen to hear what it was usually in their power not to hear.  The hearing is, as anyone who has been on the scene knows, sometimes very defensive, sometimes dulled by fear, sometimes alarmingly partial or distorted.  But it has interested me that I and other white feminists have heard the objections and demands, for I think it is an aspect of race privilege to have a choice– a choice between the options of hearing and not hearing.  That is part of what being white gets you.

This matter of the powers white feminists have because of being white came up for me very concretely in a real-life situation a while back.  Conscientiously, and with the encouragement of various women of color — both friends and women speaking in the feminist press — a group of white women formed a white women’s consciousness-raising group to identify and explore the racism in our lives with a view to dismantling the barriers that blocked our understanding and action in this matter.  As is obvious from this description, we certainly thought of ourselves as doing the right thing.  Some women of color talked with us about their view that it was racist to make it a group for white women only; we discussed our reasons and invited women of color who wanted to participate to come to the meeting for further discussion. 

In a later community meeting, one Black woman criticized us very angrily for ever thinking we could achieve our goals by working only with white women.  We said we never meant this few weeks of this particular kind of work to be all we ever did and told her we decided at the beginning to organize a group open to all women shortly after our series of white women’s meetings came to a close.  Well, as some of you will know without my telling, we could hardly have said anything less satisfying to our critic.  She exploded with rage:  “You decided!”  Yes.  We consulted the opinions of some women of color, but still, we decided.  “Isn’t that what we are supposed to do?”  we said to ourselves, “Take responsibility, decide what to do, do something?”  She seemed to be enraged by our making decisions, by our acting, by our doing anything.  It seemed like doing nothing would be racist and whatever we did would be racist just because we did it.  We began to lose hope.  We felt bewildered and trapped.  It seemed that what our critic was saying must be right; but what she was saying didn’t seem to make any sense.

She seemed crazy to me.

That stopped me.

I paused and touched and weighed that seeming.  It was familiar.  I knew it as deceptive, defensive.  I know it from both sides; I have been thought crazy by others too righteous, too timid, and too defended to grasp the enormity of our difference and the significance of their offenses.  I backed off. 

…What is it our Black critic knows?  Am I racist when I (a white woman) decide what I shall do to try to grow and heal the wounds and scars of racism among lesbians and feminists?  Am I racist if I decide to do nothing?  If I decide to refuse to work with other white women on our racism?  My deciding, deciding anything, is poison to herIs this what she knows?

Every choice or decision I make is made in a matrix of options.  Racism distorts and limits that matrix in various ways.  My being on the white side of racism leaves me a different variety of options than are available to a woman of color.  As a white woman I have certain freedoms and liberties.  When I use them, according to my white woman’s judgment, to act on matters of racism, my enterprise reflects strangely on the matrix of options within which it is undertaken.  In the case at hand, I was deciding when to relate to white women and when to relate to women of color according to what I thought would reduce my racism, enhance my growth and improve my politics.  It becomes clearer why no decision I make here can fail to be an exercise of race privilege.  (And yet this cannot be an excuse for not making a decision, although perhaps it suggests that a decision should be made at a different level.)

…In a certain way it is true that being white-skinned means that everything I do will be wrong– at the least an exercise of unwarranted privilege– and I will encounter the reasonable anger of women of color at every turn.  But “white” also designates a political category, a sort of political fraternity.  Membership is not in the same sense “fated” or “natural.”  It can be resisted. 

…Feminists make use of a distinction between being male and being “a man,” or masculine.  I have enjoined males of my acquaintance to set themselves against masculinity.  I have asked them to think about how they can stop being men…I do not know how they can stop being men, but I think it is thinkable, and it is a counsel of hope.  Likewise, I can set myself against Whiteness:  I can give myself the injunction to stop being white.





25 thoughts on “White Feminist Anger, Feminist Woman of Color Anger

  1. It’s interesting, and something that I’ve not seen discussed, that some of the very women who see nothing wrong with Michigan being woman-only space–in fact who fight to keep it that way–cannot understand the need for women of color only space. I wonder how they feel about the women of color only space at the festival?

    Posted by kactus | July 17, 2006, 6:23 am
  2. kactus, generally, Fest women support the WOC sanctuary. Definitely the staff and workers do, and most of the festies, too. Occasionally someone who is not a WOC will try to insert herself into the WOC space; she is escorted out. It’s interesting the reasoning these women use– they have always lived among WOC, all their friends are WOC, etc. If so, you’d think they’d understand the need for WOC space? Then, too, there’s no excuse– there’s a “porch” at the WOC tent for all races of women to gather to talk, particularly about issues around racism and it’s open all of the time.


    Posted by womensspace | July 17, 2006, 6:30 am
  3. Thanks for this, Heart. I’ve received such an education the last few months from so many blogs like this one. It is heartening :)) that some white women can hear at that deeper level; it makes you think that there might be a reason for hope.

    Posted by Maxjulian | July 17, 2006, 9:12 am
  4. Thanks for this post Heart. And I hope you and your daughters have a great time at the Festival!

    Posted by deviousdiva | July 17, 2006, 4:01 pm
  5. Hey, thanks, Maxjulian and deviousdiva– and deviousdiva, you say that like a Festie, huh?



    Posted by womensspace | July 17, 2006, 4:14 pm
  6. Hey Heart,

    Great post. Long time no talk, but wanted to pop in and say how much I respected this piece of writing.

    HC (yes, *that* HC)

    Posted by HC | July 17, 2006, 4:54 pm
  7. Hey, thanks HC! Are you going to Fest? 🙂


    Posted by womensspace | July 17, 2006, 5:02 pm
  8. Yes, I am going to fest. Can’t wait; sorely in need of some recharging.

    Posted by HC | July 17, 2006, 5:48 pm
  9. Small note:

    refer to . . . people going to New Orleans to aid the relief efforts after Katrina as “carpetbaggers.”

    I’ve done this, and many of us have done it/are doing it, in person, down here. We mean:

    a) out of state contractors [many of whom ARE Southern] who say they are ‘helping’ but are actually massively corrupt and are just exploiting the situation;

    b) our well meaning (usually white) friends who would have just loved to come down to help, but who would need to stay with us (when our houses were already full of people with noplace else to go), who would need transportation, and who would be using other scarce resources.

    I had to keep pointing out that one middle-class do-gooder would use more
    resources and space, and require more attention, than entire 9th ward family. And ask that they consider contributing the money it would have cost to come down, to the relief/reconstruction effort.

    Some people turned out to be more interested in coming down to see, and in feeling virtuous for doing so, than in actually helping. And it did (does) seem to me like an instance of liberal white privilege. And things are tough down here, and getting tougher, and we use a lot of gallows humor.

    Just a few days ago, a FEMA contractor asked whether we would recommend a certain restaurant. We said yes, but warned him that it was pricey. He said, and I quote textually, “It doesn’t matter, I have already made so much money in your city that I can afford it.” And yes, I admit, we raised our eyebrows. Once he was gone, we mouthed the words, “f****** carpetbagger.” I’m sorry if that hurts peoples’ feelings. Does it matter that what the FEMA contractor said, hurt ours?

    Posted by Professor Zero | July 17, 2006, 6:46 pm
  10. I don’t want to be conspicious by my absence, but racism here takes a different face. It’s aboriginal. So I do think I would be responding out of ignorance if I tried to say anyrthing except yes, it is very difficult to walk in someone else’s shoes. Because I look white, and was raised white, I hear *all* about how (fill in the blank) aboriginal people are. Sometimes I say. Sometimes I don’t. I’m not without prejudice. Is anyone?

    Posted by Pony | July 17, 2006, 7:20 pm
  11. they are sitting silently by, letting Nio and others who have stepped right into it up to their knees and hineys in some cases – but still not as bad as the people I’m talking about have been known to — just take the (understandable and appropriate) heat, without speaking up, without saying anything, without copping to their own racism

    good point here, & pony, not everyone can speak up all the time (sometimes it’s just not going to ‘land’).

    one thing about ‘stopping being’ men/white/whatever: others will still accord privilege according to what you look like! i’m a big fan of stopping worrying about what one is (although one should, of course, remain aware of one’s position), and focusing that energy instead on acting responsibly.

    Posted by Professor Zero | July 17, 2006, 7:51 pm
  12. I hear you, Professor Zero. What you describe IS carpetbagger behavior. I reacted the way I did to the carpetbagger remarks others have made because they were the same people who consistently made statements which were racist, but everything you say there– I sure wouldn’t disagree!

    And pony, yeah– my post was totally U.S.-centric. Canada and Europe and everywhere else in the world, really, is a whole different thing.

    Professor Zero, I don’t think Marilyn Frye was talking about stopping being white in the current postmodern sense– ugh. She wrote her book in the early 80s, 1984, I think, before all the postmodern stuff. She’s suggesting that just as a man can reject masculinity (but he can never stop being a man), people can reject whiteness as a “fraternity” or a sorority. When I talk about this, I say people can be traitors to whiteness. But that doesn’t change the fact, ever, that race privilege is bestowed on people on the basis of their skin color. That’s something that doesn’t change even if you are a traitor to whiteness.

    Frye wrote, again, though, before whiteness studies, etc.– some of these words have different meanings now.


    Posted by womensspace | July 17, 2006, 9:18 pm
  13. I will have to really read Frye! Postmodernity–yes, ugh. (Sliced my finger on a cane knife, so I am typing slowly, otherwise I’d say more, but you get my drift.)

    Posted by Professor Zero | July 18, 2006, 4:17 am
  14. Heart – Beautiful post. Very well said, as usual.

    Professor Zero – I’m really glad to have read your POV on “carpetbaggers.” I have often had to restrain myself from jumping up to help the 1st Nations groups in my province. I’m so saddened by the state of reserves. I sometimes think, if I didn’t have kids, I could go volunteer in the schools or help with basic housing problems or form a daycare service to allow the women time to think and reconstruct their own lives. Perhaps money is a better source of help. But I don’t have much of that to give. I’m a big letter-writer – always love to complain to someone – so I’ll just keep on doing that and stop kicking myself for not doing more. I think I would feel better, though, if I was in the thick of it helping out. So I can also understand the POV of the carpetbaggers.

    Posted by Sage | July 18, 2006, 4:59 pm
  15. Sage

    I think you make good points; we must procede carefully with our good intentions. Writing letters to politicians is good; sending copies to native groups which lobby for the rights mentioined in your letters is too. I was concerned when feminists moved to help Fire Thunder. With the best of intentions, some generous actions can hurt more than help. If we give the impression the native person is acting on white initiative, or for white interests, they are sunk.

    I think it doesn’t hurt to contact various groups by letter, like Esquao (pronounced ‘squaw’) and ask if they accept volunteers for fund-raising events or how someone like you can get involved.

    Are you aware of the native newspapers in your province? They are a good source of information, both about events (most Pow Wows welcome none native spectators), native news, and aboriginal thinking about the news that affects us all. Hydro?

    I have official Metis status, if I wanted to use it, but I too have to tread carefully.

    Posted by Pony | July 18, 2006, 5:24 pm
  16. Hey, thanks, sage, and good info, pony. Professor Zero, I’m pretty sure you’d really enjoy Marilyn Frye. The Politics of Reality is a really good book.

    You know I was thinking about something. Frye says that in a certain sense, as white people, we really can’t get things right from the perspective of race, or how did she say it:

    …In a certain way it is true that being white-skinned means that everything I do will be wrong– at the least an exercise of unwarranted privilege–

    For us as women, there is something interesting to consider about this. We know that as women under male heterosupremacy, we are constantly placed in double-bind-type situations, damned if we do, damned if we don’t. That’s the way subordination works, we are damned no matter what we do.

    Feeling as though no matter what we do, we’re wrong when it comes to race *feels* similar. It *feels* a lot like the way we are made to feel because we are women. It isn’t the same thing at all, because when it comes to racial issues, as white women, we are not subordinated to people of color, but the feelings it brings up knowing “everything we do will be wrong,” in a certain way are *like* the feelings of being wrong because, as women, we’re made to be wrong. I wonder if that has something to do with the intensity of the reactions on the part of white feminists when we are called out on our racism. It feels familiar, like we are being put in our place again, even though that isn’t usually what’s happening.


    Posted by womensspace | July 18, 2006, 7:48 pm
  17. Great topic, Heart, thanks. Following from your last thought, I think another problem with being wrong no matter what you do is that it is impossible not to do *something* as long as you are alive. Even doing nothing is doing something as it is a choice that comes from privilege. The only way white women could “not do anything wrong” under the definition of being “wrong no matter what you do” is by being either dead or in a coma.

    Posted by Branjor | July 19, 2006, 9:13 pm
  18. Also, by that definition, white women don’t *do* wrongs, we *are* wrongs.

    Posted by Branjor | July 19, 2006, 9:22 pm
  19. Pony, thanks for the links!

    Posted by Sage | July 20, 2006, 3:36 am
  20. Perhaps this is part of the problem, for me, of having grown up where I have. I live in a diverse enough home that I think I make a lot less assumptions based on race than most others. That is to say, unless a blogger TELLS me what their race is, I have no idea what it is.

    There are a lot of bloggers out there now who have very much made their race identity part of their blogging. I think that’s excellent, too. But I don’t know if it’s fair to say that there are more women of color who are BLOGGING now, or if there’s more women of color now blogging about being women of color.

    I am not so naive — I know that if you use a “neutral” pseudonym and don’t say otherwise, you are male and white on the internet. But because of that, I really don’t feel safe in making any assumption about numbers or “explosions” of this identity or that because of that tendency.

    In fact, I think it’s worth noting that most of the women of color blogs that have been identified as such have to basically do three things:
    1) Identify themselves as women;
    2) Identify themselves as of color;
    3) Reinforce this identity with both their blog name and their personal name.

    The blog I write at includes me and my best friend Vicky Vengeance. Vicky is a woman of color. We have not written about race as of yet, but when we do, I’m mildly concerned about how our blog be “placed” in this current dichotomy of “women of color” and “white women” feminists. It would make sense if posts by Vicky were categorized as “women of color” posts and posts by me as “white” posts, but as for the blog itself, will Vicky be seen as less-than for some reason, because she is not being separatist? Or she can’t be a “woman of color” blogger if she doesn’t post about race enough (or if her politics aren’t radical enough)?

    It does make me wonder how many other bloggers have this same problem, the problem of actual identity versus categorization for blog rolls or whatever.

    Posted by Edith | July 21, 2006, 3:54 am
  21. I can’t find the links to these blogs you speak of. I might’ve just read really badly–I was in a hurry. Where’d you post them?

    Posted by Katie | July 23, 2006, 1:42 am
  22. Hey, Katie, there are links to five different blog discussions in the third line of my original post.


    Posted by womensspace | July 23, 2006, 3:59 am
  23. And here’s the latest edition to the controversy:

    It is an interview with nubian of Black(a)demic, where she clears up some of her views on what she’s been facing.

    And unfortunately, the comments section of that particular thread proves her points all too well.

    Another page with analysis:


    Posted by Anthony Kennerson | July 23, 2006, 10:06 pm
  24. Heart,

    I am not sure if you remember me from the Ms. boards. I was known as ‘zanychris”, the pro-feminist Latino gay man (well, I still that!). I cam acros your blog and wanted to tell you how wonderful it is to see your name. Thank you for this wonderful piece. Your energy and commitment to women’s liberation inspires me.

    Posted by Chris | July 23, 2006, 10:27 pm
  25. Thanks for the post Heart and especially for the quotes and links to other posts. I want to throw another source into the mix here, have you ever read the essay entitled, “Separate to Integrate” by Barbara Leon? It was published in the book, Feminist Revolution edited by Redstockings of the Women’s Liberation Movement (Random House, 1975). It talks about when separation is backward and when it is essential to moving us forward. And it mentions some great 60s black liberation and women’s liberation history.

    Posted by ks | July 29, 2006, 12:10 pm

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