Almost every day, there's a news event that features a cis white woman who is either a reactionary politician, the head of a government agency for a fascist regime, or the latest figurehead who steps forward to be the public face of political action against various marginalized groups.
It's a non-stop reminder that white women do racist patriarchy as well as any man and are just as eager to participate.
My mind boggles at the number of anti-trans bigots that I read during my undergraduate feminist studies classes in the 1990s without knowing that I was reading the words of hateful assholes.
I was perusing the origin of the 1960s/70s feminist political slogan "sisterhood is powerful" and I discovered, quite ironically, that it was coined by a TERF, Kathie Sarachild and promoted by a feminist anthology tilted "Sisterhood is Powerful" edited by another TERF, Robin Morgan.
The missing word in that first sentence is "white." The white working class is who is described by the post. White people are normalized/centered as the *entire* demographic and the only part worth talking about. Which is actually, quite racist.
It's no mystery that vast swaths of white people of all demographics identify with white oligarchs and defend them because whiteness, by its very nature, aligns itself with hierarchy and power. Whiteness IS a system of hierarchy and power.
I'm sure that many people have heard of "Schrödinger's Rapist" where women often have to assume unknown men (and even sometimes known men) are potential sexual abusers until proven otherwise. It's a safety thing. You can't tell a man is potentially violent sexually just by superficial everyday cues. It can be men you least expect. Men that you know, even. So, you assume a degree of danger until proven otherwise.
I'm a woman. I know it and feel it right down to my bones and my soul.
That sense of who I am and the solidity of that self knowledge didn't come right away. I spent years and years building up that kind of internal solidity. It was a process.
But at some point, I did cross a kind of threshold were my attitude became, "Look cis people. I don't care who you think I am. I *KNOW* who I am. You can take your opinions, shove them up your ass, and keep on walking."
Although, I should probably qualify what "gut" reaction meant for me in this context.
They are a body of emotional and intuitive reactions shaped and driven by years of trauma from both being a victim of violence but also growing up in a culture that valorized violence and expected one to internalize violence as a part of one's very identity--being exposed to and internalizing toxic masculinity, during adolescence.
I guess one of the contemporary lures of wealth is that with enough money, you can say completely unhinged, ass for brains, festering brain detritus in public, and have the media and pundits all nod their heads, speak of what forethought and commanding intelligence you have, and then they splatter-cast your warped mumblings across the globe as the gospel truth.
I'm whatever and whomever I need to be in order to alienate and aggravate your prejudice bound, vanilla ass until you decide to finally leave the room to find some other means to plague this planet's existence with your malformed sense of self worth and arrogant fuckery.
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