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What’s In a Name?

Throughout my life, my understand and my self-identification of feminism has constantly shifted. There was a time when I thought identifying as just a feminist was a bold move and I didn’t even think about adding words to that identity. The first time that I began to feel like the label “feminist” couldn’t capture my identity was when I started exploring all of my different identities and I started learned how they interacted with each other. I would hear and learn about other feminists and realize that I not only couldn’t relate to them, but I also didn’t even want to associate with them. These feminists only shared one thing with me, my identity as a woman.

However, my identity as a woman is not the only important identity I hold. My Blackness, my identity as an Ethiopian immigrant, and my experiences as a Black American are all important to me. For most of my life, I felt like I had to pick one identity, which was difficult to deal with. However, learning more about the possibility of feminism as an all-encompassing identity made me realize that I could hold all of my identities.

If I could label myself, and get away with having an inextricably long label, I would identify as a Black, Ethiopian, Immigrant, Oromo Feminist. The order of the words prior to “feminism” is not significant, but I couldn’t represent myself without these words. I want to keep the word Black because my identity as a Black person in America has played a critical role in my understanding of race and influenced the way I experience my gender. I included Ethiopian because my cultural background and customs have also shaped my understanding of gender. I included immigrant because my gender has determined the way that I, along with other women in my family, experience being an immigrant. For example, my mom came to America two years after my dad because he was getting a Ph.D. and establishing a life for our family. In fact, most immigrant families I know are structured in a way that the father moves to the west to get an education while the wife follows years after with the kids. Lastly, I included the word Oromo, which is the name of the ethnic group I belong to. This group has suffered abuse, torture, and marginalization by the Ethiopian government and Oromo women have been subjected to gendered violence.

All of these components of my life are important to me and I don’t believe anyone is more important than the others. They have all helped me to understand what it means to be a feminist by giving me a racial and global context. I chose to use these words because they are very specific to my identity and I feel more comfortable using words that are specific to my identity to describe myself. For example, I don’t identify as an African feminist, because I only feel comfortable identifying with the Ethiopian and Oromo experience, not the African experience which is too vast.

As for the what terms I am planning on using to classify the radical women for my archival project, I am planning on using the term third world feminist. I believe the writings of Shange indicate that she identifies with the views of third world feminists, as I wrote about in my blog post A Daughter’s Geography and Third World Feminism. As for the other radical women, I will look to see how they themselves identify.

This is a photo of an Oromo woman grieving at an Oromo Protest. The protest was against the Ethiopian government which oppressed Oromos and inflicted violence on those who protested the government’s actions.

Thoughts on Unseen: Unpublished Black History

On Friday the 29th, I had the opportunity to attend Unseen: Unpublished Black History from the NYT Archives. The room was packed and the event organizers had to keep bringing in more chairs for the attendees of the event. It was exciting to see that so many members of the Barnard community were interested in learning more about Black history.

One thing that I found surprising was that photography was not always an important component of the New York Times. In fact, it wasn’t until recently that photography was seen as deserving of space in the paper. The images that were commonly placed in the NYT were ads. This is frustrating because photojournalism is a moving and inspiring way to tell stories and it’s sad that the opportunity to utilize photos as a form of storytelling was often ignored by the NYT.

One of the writers of Unseen: Unpublished Black History said the book was about “who wasn’t there” when stories were being told. She said that the book explored what the New York Times chose to cover or not cover and why.

I wonder why the NYT didn’t believe that these photos were worth publishing when they were taken. If they didn’t think that these photos were worth publishing, why were they taken in the first place?

One of my favorite stories discussed at the event was the story of Lena Horne. Lena Horne was a Black singer, actress, and dancer. Horne had trouble finding an apartment in the city because she was Black. Her good friend Harry Belafonte, who was a Black musician, was also having a difficult time getting an apartment in the city. As a result, Belafonte decided to send his white publicist to rent an apartment for him. When the owners found out Belafonte was Black, they refused to give him the apartment. Furious, Belafonte decided to secretly buy the entire building and give Lena Horne a penthouse in the building. This story is so beautiful and inspiring because I don’t always hear stories about Black people winning.

This story is one of the many that was hidden in the NYT archives and is now being brought back to life by this book. It’s sad that these inspiring stories were hidden for so long. More importantly, it’s frustrating to think about how Americans consuming the news were missing important elements of the stories they were reading about, simply because these images were never printed.

A photo of Lena Horne in her apartment.

What’s in a name?

by Aissata Ba 1 Comment

Before even understanding the term, I already described myself as a feminist and I easily got upset when people misuse the term. A student from a class I took during my freshmen year stated ” I am not a feminist because feminism only creates a farther gender imbalance. I identify more as an equalist.” Not to invalidate her being an equalist, but I think she had a deep misunderstanding of what feminism is and aims for. For me, feminism was never about women overpowering men or stating “off with their heads,” but it was more about fixing the gap and creating an equal understanding that all humans deserve. Coming from a Senegalese family where patriarchy is still dominant, I had to learn about feminism independently. I have a very strong yet traditional mother who still holds the believes ingrained in gender roles. I have come to consider myself as a learning feminist because I am learning that different women want different things. There are women who want to remain in a patriarchal home and there are those who seek modern reinventions of gender differences and gender roles. Learning that as a form of feminism is where I am in my journey as a so called feminist.

I think there is a great misunderstanding of feminism and a great misuse of the term. For some reason, there are women activists who refused to identify with feminism though their ideas are similar in thought. The radical women who organized around feminist issues are still, to me at least, feminists as they sought to liberate women in whatever form that takes. The works of the women we have discussed mainly pays attention to feminism for women of color.  There is an obvious difference between white feminism and WOC feminism. I like to explain this difference by saying “white feminism concern equal pay but WOC feminism concern more with getting the job first before the equal pay.”