If you haven’t seen it yet, the New York Times has published a follow-up article on the Texas gang-rape story. We posted shortly after the story broke and will be writing our own follow-up soon, after we’ve talked through our reactions—emotional, logical, practical. Until then, we’d like to share one of our writer’s initial thoughts….
if i can rant a little here? this story exemplifies so much of what i think feminism can sometimes miss, because feminism is alive in people who are conscious of it. but in a town like that one, in towns all over america, and in countries all over the word, no one knows what feminism is. women aren’t empowered. women are powerless, against almost everything — sex, how they spend their time, where they can go, who they can see, what they can have. they are someone’s property. and that is such a hard concept to break free of, even if someone is there to point out your power.
having been removed from my own hometown, where i think this lack of power runs rampant, i find it too easy to forget that this is why i am a feminist. i mean, i feel so empowered with all my lady friends and my AAUW talking points and my inches-high soap box. so its hard to remember that more than anything, im not fighting for my own 23 cents on the dollar (aka the wage gap). im fighting for the six-grade girl in bumblefuck America who does not yet know that she has power, and im fighting to find a way to show her that power, and to tell those around her to get the fuck off of her so she can stand up.
OK. done ranting. lets keep fighting, ladies. these biddies need our support.