A Just Anger
Anger shines through me.
Anger shines through me.
I am a burning bush.
My rage is a cloud of flame.
My rage is a cloud of flame
in which I walk
like a precipice.
How the streets
of the iron city
and the dirty air
between me and things,
A good anger acted upon
is beautiful as lightning
and swift with power.
A good anger swallowed,
a good anger swallowed
clots the blood
There is a long-present seethe that is spilling into the consciousness of our nation.
The roil has to do with this: For too long, women have lived in fear.
For too long, women have had to weigh everyday choices about how it is they can be fully alive and safe.
What can I wear?
Where can I walk during the day or night?
How can I express myself?
Where and how can I lead?
Who has power over the choices I make about my body and my sexuality?
How will I respond to the subtle and not-so-subtle messages about my being as a woman?
Can I go to a bar or a park or a church or a school or a party or a meeting without being constantly vigilant about my physical and soul safety?
Women across this nation and across the world are giving voice to the seethe of frustration and fury.
Women and advocates for women are no longer content to be under-represented in our civic, and religious lives. Disproportionate numbers of women and children are poor.
A recent article named the prevalence of how is women physicians and academics are often introduced by their first name rather than by the title of the role they have earned through decades of work. Women leaders endure comments on what they wear and how they look while the brilliance of their thoughts and minds and perspectives seem to be also-rans.
This objectifying and minimizing can go on no longer. It cannot.
I am the mother of two daughters.
I know they ask the above questions every day of their lives.
I know they live the “Me Too” of this broken way of being woman in this world.
I am seething.
Best of all, I am not alone nor am I powerless. My anger does not have to be swallowed or “clot my blood to slime”.
A good anger has the power to change systems of oppression.
A good anger transfigures the world.
Our sisters, brothers, daughters and sons are needful of a time when the full potential, particularity and power of all of God’s createds is alive and transformative in this world.
We cannot afford this desecration of women.
We will not afford this desecration of women.
Seething is energizing action.
It is past time.