The need for citizens to become part of the conversation on a continuum of concerns has never been greater. Through personal action, their influence and clout can impact the larger picture. As Margaret Meade wisely said, “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.”
Amid all the jokes and titters about high priced call girls getting paid $1,000 to $5,000 per hour, sex and politicians, consenting adults, and “What’s the big deal about a guy getting laid?” –...
The gathering was billed as “The New York Art World Votes.” My e-vite outlined a forum on why New York artists, curators, critics and dealers believed that Barack Obama was the best choice for...
I don’t understand why black women can’t support Clinton without being accused of “abandoning their race.” Likewise, why are feminists being pushed out of the sisterhood tent for stating that Obama is the candidate who resonates for them?
Perhaps the most starkly emotive narrative of the set is Mukhtaran Mai’s story of survival and redemption. She was gang-raped by four men as retribution for an “honor crime” supposedly committed by her twelve year old brother (allegedly he held hands with a girl from a higher-caste tribe).
The co-opting of “minority cultures” and “outsider” groups is an entrenched element of the American pop culture machine.
There is an established art machine that isn’t going to change. But there is plenty of room for artists, operating as individuals or in groups, to strive to make a difference.
As I watched the series unfold, I realized that the show could be a window for today’s young women, illustrating the conditions that shaped previous generations of feminists, from whom they often feel estranged.
My concern about the future of the women’s movement was put to rest as I listened to the presenters on intergenerational feminism. The motivated, fervent twenty-somethings were impressive. They made it clear that the time had come for the older generation to step aside and pass the baton.
So my thoughts aren’t an examination of statistics, wins or losses, salaries, or who should have been pitching the last game. I’m contemplating the values that we teach our children, the style of leadership we admire, money vs. allegiance, and that old adage, “It’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you play the game.”
"The Jump Rope Line" by Marcia G. Yerman is included in the Seal Press anthology Dancing at the Shame Prom.
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