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Things I Wish I Could Tell My Mom

I am returning to Of Woman Born: Reflections on Motherhood as Experience and Institution by Adrienne Rich because I think it was one of the most impactful for me this semester. I am currently doing a project that explores the relationship between black women and their mothers. A lot of the complex emotions and pains Rich details mirrors a lot of the conversations I’ve been having with black women about the relationships they have with their mothers.

 

The line “I too shall marry, have children, but not like her” and resenting our mothers for teaching us “compromise and self hatred” resonated with me so much.  It reminded me of “Things I Wish I Could Tell My Mother” by Daysha Edewi, a video where Edewi sets up a hypothetical scenario where she is able to confront her mother about the conflicting messages she sent to her as a little black girl. Her mother told her all the time that she loved her and adored her, while simultaneously constantly shaming and criticizing her body. She speaks a lot about feeling hypersexualized in her mothers eyes, although her and her mother shared the same body type. Within patriarchy, mothers try to teach their daughters to defend themselves against men– wear longer skirts, less make-up, gain less weight. However, by trying to protect their daughters from the pain and fear they experience, they end up traumatizing them and perpetuating the system.

 

I hated my mother for not fighting this system, for passing down insecurities and these performances of what love and care should be, and how that love and care does not exist for myself, but with men. Because of how our mother’s violence feels, we naively assume our awareness of this violence means we can break the cycle. I remember spending moments where I would assure I would never be so cruel to my child, call her names, and police her body in the ways my mother has done to me. And to some extent, I believe this is true. But I have so much more sympathy for my mother as an adult. No one taught her any different.

 

Rich also discusses how the patriarchy inherently feels threatened by the relationship between a mother and daughter, a relationship that exists outside of giving energy and care towards a man but directs that energy into another woman. There is this idea that the love and care women inhabit should be reserved and received by men alone, it’s function is to raise and parent men, even into the man’s adulthood. She mentions how her mother gave up being a pianist in order to further her husband’s dreams, similar to the ways mothers give up their dreams in order to give space to the dreams of their children.

 

Mothers and daughters rarely speak to each other, and have no standard for how to build a relationship in the home despite both experiencing this immense pain. How do we begin to heal if we don’t even know how to speak to one another?

 

What’s in a Name: Feminist Identifications

Until very recently, I had been invested in naming and defining every aspect of my identity I had access to. I’d say I was a Black, first gen, cis- women loving woman. Now, besides declaring proudly the content of my natal chart, I could care less about listing off a bunch of markers that say little about my humanity. Likewise, I’m less inclined to wear any political identities on my sleeves. However, I will say my political and social beliefs are anti-racist, anti-misogyny, anti-xenophobia, abolitionist, queer, and womanist. I care about the lives of the most marginalized, the most forgotten, and the most at risk for being oppressed. As a black woman, my feminism will always center black women, it will always be diasporic first. It is also transnational. The things I want for myself (safety, access to life-saving resources, mobility, choice) I want for others everywhere. I am critical of white supremacy. I am critical of heteronormativity. I am critical of ideologies whose origins are inherently anti-me and whose effects shape my sense of self. My feminism is invested in dismantling every system or institution that robs humanity of all its love and joy.

I would describe the activities of the women from the 1970s-80s as radical in theory and on the page. I don’t know if the women whose works we have read have participated in any grassroots organization. I feel their activism lies in their thought provoking, cultural shifting critical analysis and prose. Their work are also undoubtedly feminist in nature. Despite Wallace denouncing any association of Black Macho and the Myth of the Superwoman with feminism, her writing is black feminist at its rawest. Lastly, at the core of these women’s beliefs and politics is the goal of liberation, for women, for folks of color, for everyone.