Dr. Anita Heiss
At The Wheeler Centre, 6:15PM – 7:15PM, Wednesday 18 April 2012
One of the leading Aboriginal Australians involved in the highly controversial Racial Discrimination case that dominated news agendas throughout 2011, writer and activist Anita Heiss charts her experiences as a modern woman in a country obsessed with identity politics. Anita shares her story of growing up with an Aboriginal mother and Austrian father – and explains the development of her activist consciousness – via her provocative new book, Am I Black Enough for You? In conversation with Martin Flanagan.
This is a free event; bookings are recommended. Make a booking here.
image from Slutwalk Melbourne – http://www.michaelbainbridge.com
You may have been following the conversation around the international SlutWalk phenomena and its lack of effort to ensure anti-racism was an integral part of the ‘movement’, and, as Colorlines notes, what “critics of the nascent movement have described as a crippling lack of racial and cultural diversity, historical knowledge, and sensitivity to structural differences in power and privilege”. BlackWomen’s Blueprint, a Brooklyn-based human rights organization, authored a must read open letter to the SlutWalk movement in September, and even after that there was the hurtful racist signage displayed at the recent SlutWalk NYC. Continue reading
The following article was written by Flavia Dzodan and is re-posted here in it’s entirety. It is long but well worth the read.
Now picture this: me screaming the above. Angry. VERY ANGRY as a matter of fact. Screaming this at my computer screen. Screaming it at nobody and everybody. At you. You, person I might have never heard from who might have not even commented on this blog or any of the other publications where I can be regularly found scribbling my discombobulated ideas. Even though we never met before, I AM ACTUALLY, SCREAMING AT YOU RIGHT NOW. MY FEMINISM WILL BE INTERSECTIONAL OR IT WILL BE BULLSHIT!. And I am screaming this because I want to convince you, I want to get it through you that this is not a choice or an abstract concept or an intellectual exercise. I am not screaming because well, you know, I just discovered intersectionality and OMG SO COOL GUYS. YOU NEED TO READ THIS. No. My feminism NEEDS to be intersectional because as a South American, as a Latina, as someone who knows certain parts of the Global South intimately by virtue of being a Southerner, as an immigrant living in Europe, as a woman, I am in the middle of what I like to call the “shit puff pastry”. The shit puff pastry is every layer of fuck that goes on above me, below me, by my sides, all around me. And in this metaphorical puff pastry with multiple layers of excrement, I am the dulce de leche that is supposed to make it palatable so that someone else, more specifically the kyriarchy, can eat me.
And here’s the thing: while I am screaming at you, I am also asking, nay, DEMANDING that you scream with me. And I am asking that you become as angry as I have been this past week. Because without anger and without righteous indignation and without the deep, relentless demand for change, my feminism, YOUR feminism, everyone’s feminism will fail. It will be bullshit.