OnLine With Zoe

We are highly complex beings.

January 15 is Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday.  I have been wanting to write something relevant about it and find that, in this firestorm of gender vs. race, almost nothing seems balanced, insightful or even worthy.  Then, tonight, the phone rang.  A woman, I have known for years, called to discuss the campaign.  She wanted to cite several occurrences, twenty-five years old, in which two African American organizations did not endorse certain legislation which would have advanced women.  I said ~ that was twenty-five years ago.  I said ~ that maybe those organizations had changed.  Finally, out of frustration, I blurted out, “why do you want to make an issue out of this?”  “For Hillary, of course,” she said unapologetically.

Where do I even start?  How do I dissect all of that and arrive at anything I can live with.  It is so fundamentally messed up that, when we hung up, all I could do was cry.  I can’t create and sustain loyalties based on race or gender.  I just can’t make such sweeping presumptions.  I can’t vote or campaign for or against someone because it affirms or denies I am a racist.  There are lots of women running for office I would never vote for.  There are lots of African Americans whom I sure don’t want in office – but it is never because of their gender or race or the double bonanza of both Black and female, say no more, Madame Secretary of State. 

Yes, I am a democrat and I am on board with the Hillary Campaign.  I am having a ball watching her campaign “out” every misogynist in the country, particularly in the media.  But I am not jumping on some ugly black-bashing bullshit.  And I deeply resent someone’s lame idea that anyone supporting Hillary would OR that anyone who supports Barack is against women.  What are we ~ a country of simpletons? 

One really odd thing that has occurred to me is ~ why is it that being called racist is utterly wicked and being called sexist is just mildly rude, maybe even comical.  Neither of them is okay.  Neither the label or the behavior is okay.  Here is all I can honestly come to – I am a really nit-picky person who is highly judgmental and I would rather be alone than be with people I don’t like - but on my list of requirements for my friends, my neighbors, my leaders is neither gender or race.  So if you are tall and we hug, don’t presume I hate short people.  If I like green, don’t presume I hate blue.  If I like Hillary, don’t fucking presume I don’t like Barack.  I can handle it. 

Finishing up on 58

I am just putting the finishing touches on 58.  I have 38 days left and then that slippery slope known as 59 will be the rule of the day.  Maybe that is why I seem to be hearing so much, all too much, about age lately.  Although it may be floating around a bit more this year ~ as most of my day is spent with people around half my age. 

Lets start with the youtube deal.  Yes, I have been watching CNN and having a ball watching my blooper aired in the segment, "Weird Questions."  The reporter narrates that some people forgot their question midstream ~ the fact is I lurched on whether or not I should refer to John Edwards as "Senator."  That's okay.  In fact the implication that I am old may be a leg up in the youtube thing, as CNN tells us every 20 minutes that the youtube debate is the "Young Person's Debate."  Now what is that about?  You page through the entries - it is people of all ages - and a few cats and dogs. 

Last Tuesday I went to a fantastic event, the first Ladies Party, given by Object.  They were celebrating Jessica Valenti's new book, Full Frontal Feminism, with music by Michelle Featherstone and Jonneine Zapata.  In the course of the evening, while talking with a few women in their mid twenties, I told them that a dream of mine is to travel with a panel, Bridging the Waves, with women who worked in the Second Wave and women who know only the Third Wave as I believe in what Deborah Siegal states in Sisterhood Interrupted, "... instead of making tidal waves together, we splash about in separate pools."  Imagine if we truly did unite.  But then one women in the circle said, "Yes, Zoe, we need women your age to teach us history."      

A few weeks ago while on the phone, in the midst of a discussion about the work of my significantly younger CANOW board members, I was told that I am a national treasure.  Why is it that I feel as though I am being told to get in my place?  And what drives me most crazy about it is that it happens right smack dab in the middle of participating in the current American Women's Movement.  I am not talking about the past.  I am not asking for a pass based on some past accomplishment.  AND I am not put off by the language, culture, fashion of today ~ I spend a lot of time defending it.

One of the better conversations on age I had recently was with a woman who is 24.  She was asking me about leadership, diversity and the American Women's Movement.  We talked about women in their 60's and 70's who don't want to be marginalized, trivialized or discarded.  She asked me directly what she could do.  It is simple really - invite us in.  Invite us into the Third Wave.  Invite us to march with you, to protest with you, to demonstrate WITH YOU.  No dais, no podium, no rarefied air, no special treatment, just make a bit of room.  No need to talk about the past.  Share the present.

Here's the truth of the matter ~ we originally and currently march for equality ~ let us march as equals.  It is what binds us.  It is what defines us as feminists.  Oh please don't even hint that I must now take on ageism.  Oh hell, not something else now.  Get me out of this bell jar - let me breathe and be a part of today's women's movement.  There is plenty to do.  Yes, you may have to slow down or even push my chair one day - but my heart is on fire for equality - age will not extinguish that.  And most of all, don't make age another obstacle to equality.  Equality will then be the National Treasure.

Disturbing the Peace

Feminism must be on the cutting edge of real social change if it is to survive as a movement in any particular country.         Audre Lorde, A Burst of Light

Most often when I speak publicly, I am billed as an activist.  On those occasions, I open telling every one that I am on a mission to find the activist in the room.  "One of you is a dormant activist and you have been waiting for me to set you on fire, encourage you to begin this exciting life, to embrace this most wonderful vocation."  All they need to step off the curb of social safety is another activist.  In the 37 years I have been meeting with people under twenty, there is always a percolating activist in the room.  Many of them I am still in touch with. 

I AM JUST A LITTLE DISTURBANCE is on a button I sometimes wear.  That is all it takes to activate ~ just a little disturbance.  Picture a wet Golden Retriever running into the Thanksgiving dinner party and shaking off the excess water ~ now that's an activist!  Guests jump from their seats, they dash out of the room and their conversation is forever changed. 

A political activist, a feminist activist, a social activist has a very serious duty before disturbing the peace.  There is a deep responsibility to understand the current circumstances, estimate the effect of disturbing those circumstances and commit to supporting the chaos that will naturally unfurl.  Certainly the chaos will reorganize into a new model but that must be the honored outcome and not abandoned.  A responsible activist works to create a deep understanding, a highly developed conscience and a strong center. 

Funny that many true activists have no idea that they are performing a genuine function in society rather than just being a pain in the ass, as their mom or teachers often called them.  No matter what, they are always out there, always moving society along ~ nudging just a bit, asking for a little more leeway, refusing to move, standing strong.

My Little Book of Activist Ethics

To step in, not step around. 

To empower, not control.

To advance, not break.