I was very moved by the Dalit women writing today. I am a white, christian American male and while we have come a long way here in giving women their rights as human beings, we have made progress but native american women and black women still fall through the cracks in the system. The world needs to become a new people whose spiritual selves are obvious where there are no judgements or prejudices and sexual identities are not cause for power plays and we become fully who we are, whether male, female, or any combination. We need this resurrection...it is who mankind is, it would be easy to be decieved, sepecially when you look around the world and see the hatred against the female, and notice too...that all wars are basically race wars, white people against dark-skinned ones. The Dilat woman who wrote that very moving post is a survivor. She carry as unique perception as she caste difference personal difference...but for mankind there is a common thread between all of us, mostly unspoken. I dont believe there are any accidents in why people are born where they are or who they are...with no accidents...being born a Dilat woman at this time and place has a purpose...we in this generationa nd the next generation are dealing with a larger world than people who came before us...and we know what has gone down in history...crimes against women. All of us (especially men) need to deal with world consciousness and begin to see unity...I was impressed that Swathy M. was identifying with Black Americans...its time that tribal people in the rest of the world, Central and South America, Africa, Australian and India...and so find unity...IN THIS AGE we are not isolate. NO one is. What happens here, happens there...on sometimes subtle distrubing levels....groups are more powerful than people working alone...That is why Green youth need to be united ...The following poem is something I thought of after reading the Dalit posts its by Maya Angelou - I know why the caged bird sings.
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
