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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! For now, I’ve returned from my Joiyssey to participate in the "revolution":I’ve been at many Occupy sites across the country:1st in D.C. Freedom Plaza I faced & challenged racism/white supremacy, sexism/patriarchy, classism, heterosexism & eventually was kicked off the island; then I offered workshops as I drove to CA:“Anti-Racism Geared for White Occupiers”; “NO DRONES” "Successes and Pitfalls of OWS"

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Husbands - to be continued

I have never heard so much about husbands as I've heard both getting ready for this trip, and now on the road.

My husband this, my husband that, oh let me ask my husband, my husband is so kind to allow me to do this work, oh my husband says...

One womon told me her husband didn't want her to make an appointment with her Congressperson for us; another told me her husband didn't want her face on the news; yet another womon told me, after inviting me to come to her home, that her husband wouldn't want anything political parked in front of their home.

Several women said their husbands wouldn't allow them to go to D.C., especially without them (and probably their kids in tow!) - although they would work on them & see!

Then there are the husbands who feel the need to tell their wives to tell me something: like the womon whose husband told her to tell me not to drive when and where I had decided to go; another womon told me her husband said it wasn't a good idea for me to speak to congressmen, that they'll come around on their own!

But meeting a womon in Louisianna - a wealthy, white, middle-aged beautiful womon who had a sweet humility to her quiet demeanor - really gave me pause. Actually her acquiescence to a man that wasn't even present was really disconcerting - to both myself and the other womon there.

I tend to take people seriously, at their word, so you can tell me anything & I'll believe it. I still cannot tell if she was presenting herself as a stereotype, or if maybe she is a battered womon.

One CodePINKer thinks I have little tolerance for such internalized sexism on the part of wimmin: what I have no tolerance for is sexism disguised as patronizing support or 'protection'.

I have been as much at the mercy of sexism as many wimmin - and I have only grown into a fierce womonist/feminist, and I push myself and all wimmin to be more, to be better, stronger, wiser - to be all we can be.

We are all at different stages on the same continuum - from being born into a culture and society of oppression to freeing ourselves, confronting sexism (and all the isms) both internalized and external, and self-actualizing who we are as individuals and as wimmin.

Shreveport bound - and late!!! to be continued

The news has called me - where are you? Of course, I've been delayed, both by not wanting to leave the excitement and work in Dallas, and by the horrible road conditions - the threat of ice if not ice itself!

Peace-In Dallas - to be continued

We met with two women, for the first time - up until Dallas, they've all been white or Hispanic men (or at least those that have done the talking) - but here in Jeb's office sit two women, both white I believe, both seem a little nervous.

Peace-In Arlington - to be continued

Harriet is waiting in her pick-up truck when I pull into the parking lot of the Congressman’s Office. It is frigid cold, ice and snow in too much evidence for me but probably hardly noticeable for these Texans.

We stand on the roadside, holding the “women say no to war” banner as we shiver, stamp our feet, watch our breath unfurl and wave at mostly positive folks passing by. Actually Harriet is amazed by the number of positives that pass us.

Just before 9:00, another CodePINKer joins us as we stand for peace just below the freeway on the frontage road. By 9:00, we are more than ready to enter the warm, toasty building and find the Congressman’s Office.

His chief of staff has agreed to meet with us. We are agreed to focus on the Mandate for Peace and the defunding of the war.

We are cordially greeted by Ron White and invited into his office to sit around the large conference table.

Several beautiful, strong, amazing women strolled into the office minutes after the three of us sat down and had begun to talk.