We the Future

We the Future

 
 
 
 

As a woman of color, resistance was instilled within me long before I knew its definition: resistance as survival, resistance as speaking up, resistance as self-defense, resistance as intelligence, resistance as existence. So, while it was an incredible experience to be a part of a movement occurring around the world for women’s rights, my women’s march started with the women who came before me – strong immigrant women – who fought everyday for their right to the best lives for themselves and those who came after them. It was a privilege to march in Chicago on January 21st, this I do not deny. But it is not a privilege enjoyed by many of the marginalized groups within this city. It is not a privilege for marginalized bodies to march every other day of the year. So when I saw infants and children in the crowd of people, many of whom were on the shoulders and in the arms of women of color, I couldn’t help but think of the march ahead of them. The march already begun by the women before them, and the women holding them, and the women they would grow to become. And still these children joined in the cries for equality, choice, resistance, and visibility – cries that have been ignored and suppressed for centuries – and their voices extended the messages far into the future. Just like many of them had no choice in attending the march, they have no choice in the journey ahead. Without a doubt, the march has a lot of progress to make; the march has a lot of ground to cover and an innumerable amount of people to include. There is a lot of work to be done, but I was taught to never stop striving for better. My existence alone – their existence, our existence – is resistance, and the march is far from over.

Vocals: Léandre and the Craft of Dance

Vocals: Léandre and the Craft of Dance

Dear Future Sex Partners

Dear Future Sex Partners