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The Problem with the Women’s March on Washington and White Feminism

The Problem with the Women’s March on Washington and White Feminism

The first red flag was: Million Women March. I was 13 years old when the ORIGINAL MWM took place and couldn’t get enough of it. The 2nd red flat was: Women’s March on Washing…cause you know, Dr. King.

As a Black, Disabled, Woman I cannot and will not support this March. I am not being “divisive”. I am being realistic. Feminism by default is white. The Suffragettes marched for the votes and when they won the right, black women still didn’t have the right. I want equal pay but as a Black woman, I am still less likely to be paid the same as white women, or even be hired.

As a WOC, this march doesn’t speak to me. Even the organizers said this isn’t an “anti-Trump” march (the original idea) because white women voted for him. But, POC need this to be anti-Trump because POC suffer the most at the hands of people like him.

When you’re done marching for inclusiveness (wow, so specific) will you then march for the needs and rights of the tan, brown and black community?

Nerdy But Flirty


I debated whether or not to share this story, and then I thought it could be used as an educational experience for others, so here we are. Right after the election, I underwent a flood of emotions, like many of you. I experienced everything from depression and anxiety to outright anger and aggression. I was lit. I was ready to take on the world, and I wanted to DO something about it. I soon learned that many of you felt the same. Then, I saw that an event, a women’s march in Washington, D.C., was spreading quickly around Facebook. I thought: YES! This is exactly the type of thing I’m looking for! To march with thousands of women and show our power! I logged onto the national page and realized there was no page yet for Louisiana, so I worked with my co-admin, Britney, and we created one. We were…

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Celebrating the Nguzo Saba 365

Kinara with the principles in place of candlesticks

The Seven Principles of Kwanzaa

Last December 2015 was the first time my household celebrated Kwanzaa.  It was a week where my boyfriend (yes, still boyfriend status) and I spent some time each day to discuss the Nguzo Saba (7 principles), have we upheld them, and what we will do to uphold them. Read the rest of this entry

Long Beach: You Can’t Play With Us


Being a person with a disability means that I was once a child with a disability.  I remember not being able to do what other children could because of my disability.  One of the joys of childhood is running free on the playground or in the park.  It wasn’t something I could do.  I couldn’t slide down the slide or even safely sit on the swings.  I couldn’t run around the grass or at times even SIT in the grass.  What I was able to do depended on what design of my prosthetic legs.

I understand that disability access is not something a person think about unless they have to.  But that’s not an excuse. Read the rest of this entry

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