In 1919 Rosa Luxemburg, the revolutionary, was murdered in Berlin. Her killers bludgeoned her with rifle blows and tossed her into the waters of a canal.
Along the way, she lost a shoe. Some hand picked it up, that shoe dropped in the mud. Rosa longed for a world where justice would not be sacrificed in the name of freedom, nor freedom sacrificed in the name of justice. Every day, some hand picks up that banner. Dropped in the mud, like the shoe. Uruguayan writer Eduardo Galeano. I don't want to write in praise of women. There should be no need. The particular trials (and terrors and losses and triumphs) of women in a world that generally prefers to ignore whatever they did or dreamed of doing mean little to me, much as I love sacrilegious women. I am now sick of the equality movement in as far as it is based on gender. We need more equality, but the gender debate is now more often about special pleading, from new men trying to get inside knickers to posh white tarts breaking the glass ceiling and turning out to be just as corrupt as the posh white crooks already up there. What i'd like to see us work out is how we can put together a society that doesn't disable people. "Success" disables other people. Does it matter if your crap boss is male or female, or that the CEO of Apple is gay? Not if you've just seen your kid killed in an Apple supply chain mud slide, it don't. I want to see more sacrilegious women kicking over the traces of newsroom bimbos (the female on is the one looking dreamily at the male one, as I understand the ethography), not the sisterhood of posh. -- --- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
