Exploring, globe-trotting, adventuring…all experiences that many people find enjoying and educational. But what do you do when white? How do you interact? Do you listen or do you override cultural differences to the most important element to the story…instead of the sideline?
Every year March 8 represents International Women’s Day. This year’s theme is Be Bold For Change. So how can a woman be bold against the rising populist movement? That’s a hard question to answer because there’s no definitive measure really. After all, a woman can’t be bold on a single level; instead she must attack every stage from the local to the international. Gaining rights for women in your city is valuable, but it doesn’t help women across the nation. And protesters, organizers, and movers face becoming social villains, depending on the selling narrative of the time. So I can’t answer this from any other perspective but my own. That’s exactly what I’ll do.
Here’s how I’m willing to change the world around me: fighting back for future generations’ freedom. It’s not just those us alive now that will face present day repercussions. Nominations like the Supreme Court are generational. My generation–the X-Y grey area–continues to have children and our children will face decisions made by those in charge, no matter if I personally voted for the winning party or not. Politics are more than a single issue. It’s everything. So my job is to promote change, to be bold, to remind the world why women are valuable.
Wisdom comes a deep price.
For Millennials, that price has been paid twice in less than a generation. Ideology will take a backseat to having to eke a living in a turbulent world while looking for shelter…again. Many of us older members of the generation remember the hard fought battles against George W. Bush’s mandates. And how hard it’s been to overturn a lot of his suppression policies. His legacy is tainted in corruption and blood.
Compared to future president Donald Trump, Bush is…well, Busch league. All his terrible policies, like Gitmo, will pale in comparison to the man who stoked open bigotry, hatred, and misogyny for those votes. The veneer isn’t just stripped away with some powerful lye soap; its cracks are openly inviting more hatred as minority children return to school and wonder if they’ll be able to stay safe on the ride home. What does it say about our nation that children were right in predicting such bone-deep terror?
As a partner to a bisexual, genderqueer man, I make it a point to try and understand what Pride means to the community around me. I’m an ally, but I’m not in the group. However, being ally doesn’t mean I can’t learn a lot about love and acceptance along the way.