The Scoop: If your feminism isn't intersectional, is it feminism at all?
As Laura Mvula plays in the background I will type this with the utmost clarity, honesty, and honestly wanting knowledge.
Being a black gay male in my own right is tough enough. I deal with my own stigmas. HIV, the “DL” crisis, and the entire portrayal of the black woman needing a Christian God to save her from the pains of the world. I get it. I totally get it. The entire marginalized movement has been afflicted upon me time and time again. Don’t get me started on the single mother complex. I was raised by women and a few good strong men. I am a feminist. I believe that anything I do can be done by a woman. I believe that all women deserve the same pay, rights, and overall acceptance that culture grants to men no matter what size, color, hair type, “bitchiness”, and religion (hijab or not). I have a questions though. The mainstream feminist movement has been rather…”lacking” in color, transgender women and different religions. I don’t mean: Catholics, Protestants, and Jewish women. I mean Arab Women. Black Women. Afro Taino Women, Latina Women, Asian Women, Trans Women, and so many more. Yes, I meant to capitalize all of them.
Black Lives Matter?
The Black Lives Matter movement started upon the unjustified death of Trayvon Martin and then ballooned into a worldwide cry for change. The killing of people of color in America and across the globe by the first line of the law, the police, had to be addressed. I recall many a night crying in a panic for my relatives. I was hoping that a tail light was fixed or that a cousin selling cigarettes would just cooperate. I also recall wondering, where are the feminists crying out in outrage for the mothers of color? Where were the feminists crying in pain for the wives of these men? Where were the marches for the daughters and children? I’ll tell you. Nowhere.
Attacks on Arab People. Targeting Arab Women and Mosques?
Islamophobia has been on the rise since the devastating attack on the World Trade Tower in New York City on the infamous “9/11” attacks. The world watched in awe as a nation crumbled and then united in solidarity to bring down any act of terrorism, foreign or domestic. We crowded churches, temples, and mosques in the hope that God would save us. In the recent elections, Islamophobia has skyrocketed. From media outlets to the very churches and temples, it spread like wildfire. The same wildfire consumed the nearby mosque in your neighborhood in an embroiled hatred not seen in America since…Civil Rights?
Where were the feminist movements in this time? Where were the circles and swoons of support over this rash of anti-Islamic attacks? Where were the multitudes of women standing with Muslim women as they were getting there hijabs snatched off? Where were they in classrooms where Muslim men and women sit with their children to learn? I’ll tell you where. Nowhere.
The panic of a proposed “wall” being built by Congress mentioned my newly elected president Donald Trump was rapid. The fear of mass deportation of Latinx and Afro Taino people was real. It still is. Could you imagine losing your child because you were deported? Of course not. A pain inflicted upon the people of Mexican decent shouldn’t have to be felt by any human. Whether true or not (most are not illegals by the way. Fuck Fox News.), it was a real fear. I have to wonder, where were the feminists? The mainstream? Fighting against an egregious statement, for those women? A human wall around the Trump Tower? I think not. Where were they? I’ll tell you where. Nowhere.
The marches were so beautiful to me I cried. All over the world all races, colors, creeds, orientations, and religions marched for a common goal. It was more than a Women’s March. It was a march for the marginalized. I have a question. Will the mainstream feminist movement march with me when I march for: Women’s rights, Famine, AIDS, LGBT+ rights, Muslims, Christians, Equal Pay, Housing, Freedom of Religion, Black Lives Matter, and so much more?
The feminist movement is more than just white women is what I’m getting at. At the end of the day the marginalized are marginalized. The sting of being like the other people that you’ve forgotten about is quite real right? Let’s do it together.
This article was originally posted on Medium. Thanks for allowing us to repost it, Zay! 😘
Come with me on this fucked up journey called life. Maybe we can laugh and cry together over boxed wine and the Golden Girl’s theme song.