Radical white lesbians in fuckin Jackson, MS

Last night in Jackson I saw only one ‘rump bumper sticker, it was black and white, black lettering on white background which makes me think it’s homemade as it wasn’t the red, white and blue of the official ‘rump campaign bumper stickers.

Lawns were not strewn with any kind of signs except for local election signs but I did see several Hillary bumper stickers but my friends said I just wasn’t in the right part of Mississippi, that Jackson was a progressive city, that the city was a little more than half people of color, mostly Black, and democrat.

Everyone knows that I love womyn. That I love womyn so deeply and my love for womyn has grown over the years, in direct correlation with my love for myself has grown.

Ut oh, fucking ‘rump pence sign, someone has put on the freeway, a lawn sign sneakily put as it’s right on the edge of a guard rail so it might be hard to detect by a clean-up crew.

I fall into the same trap as anybody when coming across people who traditionally or experience tells you they shouldn’t be as wise as they are or shouldn’t be as informed as they are, but they should be like the other people like them. When u come across white people that are aware of racism or committed to being aware of racism, or men who are aware of sexism or committed to being aware of sexism.

You find those people and because it’s so rare to find them progressive, they make a bigger impression than the people who have spent their whole lives struggling with these issues and who have a very personal vested interest in making sure that racism and misogyny are addressed.

So when meeting two womyn, white southern couple, a lesbian couple, in the heart of the south in Mississippi, where both of them talk about being raised with overtly racist parents or at least grandparents and seeing, watching horrific actions on the part of white sheriffs and white police and white men and boys, watching them enact, commit these, perpetrate horrific crimes of violence against Black people, laying in wait for Black people that are getting off the bus, Black people that are walking down the wrong side of the street, Black people that are picking their children up from school; Black children that are walking home from school, = and they’ve witnessed these horrific acts of violence and somehow they haven’t joined the mob of white youth that have internalized that hatred and have accepted that violence as the fault of Black people themselves, but have questioned this, maybe from the time they were little and have held on to their childhood innocence that surely even the most blatant of racists have known that innocence, that horror at witnessing white people’s cruelty to people who have a different color skin.

But most white people have stamped out that innocence by embracing the belief in white privilege, the belief in white superiority, the knowledge that white people are destined by god, chosen by god especially to have more, to be more, to get more, for their lives to be worth more than people of a different skin color.

So when I met these two womyn and they are fierce amazon womyn who have traveled much faster thru that maze of misogyny and self-hatred and racism and superiority and privilege – and have come to understand and come to arm themselves fiercely so they can fight racism, and fight sexism and fight misogyny and they can fight the destruction of the environment, and those antis who want to snatch away womyn’s rights.

And how dangerous it is for them to act so courageously in a place that doesn’t have – fuck legal help or courts or any kind of justice-seeking majority movement, where they are almost alone on the island of their fellow white people.

They are alone on that island but still are amazingly brave.