Are you a person?
It might be assumed that this battle has long since been fought. I would venture to say that assumption is false.
True the women of today may have the vote, but do they have the power? Certainly those of a “certain class” do as they always have, but do the vast majority of women? Do the women who have achieved some success within parties have any power? If they do, why do all the current leadership races (liberal, Albertan conservative) consist of middle age white men?
Why is it that when discussions of a abortion arise it is the fetus whose rights are given greater credence, as though a woman is merely an after thought in the process. Her rights, her dreams, her ambitions, her responsibilities uncounted, uncared for, unnoticed.
Why is it that a woman is thought to receive her joy through others? Is it assumed that she holds no passions within herself? That the greatest pinnacle she can reach to is to completely submerge herself in the needs of others till she all but ceases to exist.
Throughout the world womens work goes unseen, unsung, uncared for, just as the women themselves.
Seen to be trophies for men with money, slaves to make money, decoration for ads, breeders for war, property to bartered, property to be destroyed through rape and torture or as spoils of war.
The grand glorious romance of the patriarchal cultural is but a thin ragged bandage on the reality of life for most women. The reality is that hatred and fear is but thin veneer away. Reality that trust must be giving slowly and even then often at high cost. Reality that even those who claim to share your cause may only be using it to further their own. Reality that you make great window dressing, wonderful display and are of great sentimental value, but when push comes to shove it is you that is getting trampled.
The fear of feminism is the same fear of women there has always been. It’s just been given a name and makes it easier to pretend it doesn’t also target the good girls.
Peel away the bandage from the lives of those good girls and the same contempt for the feminine comes shining through.
Collusion with those who would wish your sisters ill does not protect you, just isolates you further. Still it is hard to notice isolation when you have all but disappeared.
As long as we accept that our rights, our needs our lives are secondary, peripheral just not quite as important, we will continue to see societies which treat women as secondary.
As long as mothers and fathers do not fight for their daughters lives, those daughters will die.
It will not always be a death brought about by violence, it may be a slow death of spirit till nothing remains but a shell of a person. But it is a death nevertheless.
As long as we countenance people dying around us so as to preserve a status quo that preserves no one but those who created it, we will not have a world in which one is free to be a woman, but one in which one is a woman, but never free.