TC
17th November 2006, 20:40
Jennifer Baumgardner writes in her intro to All the Power:
I was eighteen years old and happily enscounced in a small, progressive, mid-western college by the time I could be proudly radical. That is, through my feminist group and my guerrilla theater troupe, i fainally had a band of like-minded friends who supported my values and enabled me to feel like I "belonged" rather than being a weird crazy, bitter, outsider.
I also belonged in ways other than being radical. I remember learning sophomore year about intersecting oppressions of class, race, education, gender, sexuality, appearance, religion, etc., and feeling very greatful to be a woman. I hadn't ever had any overt sense of being ripped off by Mother Nature or the world at large, but suddenly, at college in 1988, i realized that by dint of being a woman, I was oppressed.
That was actually a relief because, as I said, I was learning about hierarchy and the cruel and unjust use of authority and feelin ga bit awkward to be at the top of the food chain, as it were: you know, white, middle class, Protestant, straight (at the time), educated, thin-ish...
Still, why be relieved? Why identify as oppressed? Well, at the time, I was learning about power in a new way and the overarching message i had abosrbed was that power ("the ability to do, act, or affect strongly") was negative...
...Being oppressed made me feel, paradoxically, powerful as a radical. I wasn't one of those nasty oppressors. I was automatically, as of birth part of the innocent club. My oppression gave me permission to speak in left-wing settings. Those white guys, I thought at the time, they've had their time to talk-they don't have permission here. No oppression, no dice. Of course, this kindof philosophy inevitably hoisted me by my own petard, since in a diverse group of women I might be the equivolent of the white middle-class guy, too privileged to have any credence in a radical setting. (But wait, I'd think, I'm also bisexual! Does that count for anything?)...
...Power is a ticky thing; one that is integral to the life of a social-justice activist. This is something I know but at times have forgotten or misunderstood in my journey. My feelins of relief to being called powerless (by virtue of being female) in college reflected a fear of being seen as inferior in radical terms because of my other privileges. Was i really interested in transforming the world? Or did i simply want to feel superior?..
..For my part I no longer secretly say to myself, "I'm so relieved i'm oppressed as a woman." I have realized that the missing sentiment embroidered in my relief was, "I'm not responsible."
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I wanted to share this passage because i thought it was relevant to some of the debates that come up here.
I was eighteen years old and happily enscounced in a small, progressive, mid-western college by the time I could be proudly radical. That is, through my feminist group and my guerrilla theater troupe, i fainally had a band of like-minded friends who supported my values and enabled me to feel like I "belonged" rather than being a weird crazy, bitter, outsider.
I also belonged in ways other than being radical. I remember learning sophomore year about intersecting oppressions of class, race, education, gender, sexuality, appearance, religion, etc., and feeling very greatful to be a woman. I hadn't ever had any overt sense of being ripped off by Mother Nature or the world at large, but suddenly, at college in 1988, i realized that by dint of being a woman, I was oppressed.
That was actually a relief because, as I said, I was learning about hierarchy and the cruel and unjust use of authority and feelin ga bit awkward to be at the top of the food chain, as it were: you know, white, middle class, Protestant, straight (at the time), educated, thin-ish...
Still, why be relieved? Why identify as oppressed? Well, at the time, I was learning about power in a new way and the overarching message i had abosrbed was that power ("the ability to do, act, or affect strongly") was negative...
...Being oppressed made me feel, paradoxically, powerful as a radical. I wasn't one of those nasty oppressors. I was automatically, as of birth part of the innocent club. My oppression gave me permission to speak in left-wing settings. Those white guys, I thought at the time, they've had their time to talk-they don't have permission here. No oppression, no dice. Of course, this kindof philosophy inevitably hoisted me by my own petard, since in a diverse group of women I might be the equivolent of the white middle-class guy, too privileged to have any credence in a radical setting. (But wait, I'd think, I'm also bisexual! Does that count for anything?)...
...Power is a ticky thing; one that is integral to the life of a social-justice activist. This is something I know but at times have forgotten or misunderstood in my journey. My feelins of relief to being called powerless (by virtue of being female) in college reflected a fear of being seen as inferior in radical terms because of my other privileges. Was i really interested in transforming the world? Or did i simply want to feel superior?..
..For my part I no longer secretly say to myself, "I'm so relieved i'm oppressed as a woman." I have realized that the missing sentiment embroidered in my relief was, "I'm not responsible."
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I wanted to share this passage because i thought it was relevant to some of the debates that come up here.