Here's some interesting food for thought at I AM NOT AFRAID OF WINTER.
Synchronistically, I found this post after I wrote my "Jack Kerouac: Feminist" diatribe.
I guess this just provides an example of what I was talking about.
I'll give it a voice because it's good writing.
But of course I don't get a voice because I'm white, male, and "privileged."
We seem to forget that we are the way we are because others are the way they are. And others are the way they are because we are the way we are.
Violence will not end violence. Raging against something gives it power and keeps it going.
Compassion is the only way.
And I'm not feeling it.
But I totally expect to get flamed.
Bring it . . . .