When I was just a little bitty budding activist just starting to get involved in organizing and protesting more heavily than I had in high school, I remember this conversation I had with my mom. I excitedly told her that I had found “my people” — people who cared about the same sort of idealistic things I did — like ending the Iraq War, redistributing the wealth, ending sweatshops, freeing Mumia, feminism, fighting racism, supporting unions. It felt like a big deal at the time, because up until then I’d been sort of marching all alone.
Always a bit of a downer, I remember her warning me that activist men fighting the good fight could be just as bad, sexism-wise — if not worse — than non-activist men. Because they think being counter-cultural and progressive gives them “a pass” that other men don’t have. “Don’t forget — Angela Davis.” she said. Keep reading »