It’s hard to say exactly when and where I started putting the term “Black feminist/feminism” to my multiplicative identity (Black x Woman x Working-Class x Heterosexual x Country). Yet, I do remember the point where I had to have it in my life for my mere survival as a young quirky Black girl.
At 20, I had no inkling that I wanted to be a Black Feminist or even any form of affiliation with Feminism. As a wide-eyed sophomore at Virginia Commonwealth University, I was a revolutionary—one with nap…
Continue
Posted on September 14, 2008 at 5:48pm — 1 Comment