After my first abortion 25yrs ago, I couldn't talk to anyone about it. Instead, I would endlessly search for stories on abortion, to nurture my need for support and community. If that is you today on #InternationalSafeAbortionDay, I hope my essay helps you. Love and solidarity.
Here I am finally sharing for my younger self who had no one to talk to about her abortions; for anyone who recognizes that their abortion is considered especially shameful or outrageous because it does not follow the few acceptable abortion narratives. feministgiant.com/p/abortion-is-…
The personal is political, of course. Where I come from, the personal is more dangerous than the political.
I am from a country w/ the greatest number of women & girls in the world whose genitals have been cut in the name of controlling female sexuality refworld.org/pdfid/5a17eee4…
And so, fucking is personal and political and the consequences of fucking especially so.
And it is incumbent on those of us who can, to talk. Not everyone can talk and survive.
Those of us from countries that criminalize abortion, which are intent on punishing us for daring to take ownership of our bodies & our sexual desire outside of norms, and that police our bodies & punish us for sex outside of marriage btwn a man & a woman need these conversations
The personal can be more dangerous than the political.
Perhaps more oppressive than the tyranny of a military-backed regime in Egypt or the religious zealots in Texas is the greater day-to-day tyranny of “What will people say?”
"What will people say?": a collaboration of social silencing so complete it leaves the most effective state security services envious of its ability to control.
"What will people say?": a factory that produces endless supplies of shame and taboo.
Every time I write something I think is brave, I think "That's the bravest I'll ever be." And every time I start a new essay, I ask myself "Am I not brave?" Yes, I am. But courage wilts & withers when it is not challenged, like muscles that need heavier weights. So I dare myself
The above is about abortion. This is about shaving all my hair off. Always, always, whatever scares me the most, in just the thinking about doing it, is what I need to do the most.
The more marginalized you are, the sharper the blows of patriarchy and its attendant oppressions. In the US, gendered racism means that the victims who accused the singer R. Kelly of sexual assault were mostly ignored because they were Black women and girls.
Unlike the famous and privileged white women who accused Harvey Weinstein of sexual assault, who were interviewed and invited to write opinion pieces, the victims of R. Kelly, many of whom were teenage girls, were rarely sought out by the media. feministgiant.com/p/how-much-is-…
According to a study published in 2017 by Georgetown Law’s Center on Poverty and Inequality, as early as age five, young Black girls in the United States of America are viewed less as children and more like adults when it comes to discipline in schools.
I was lucky because when I found out I was pregnant, my boyfriend’s cousin recommended an OB/GYN doctor in Cairo who performed abortions in his clinic. I was lucky because I could afford the procedure. feministgiant.com/p/abortion-is-…#InternationalSafeAbortionDay
In 2000, I had a "legal" abortion in Seattle in the US. Again, I was lucky. I did not have to drive for miles to access abortion care. I did not have to take time off that I could not afford from work or find overnight accommodations because there was no clinic in my town.
Criminalizing abortion does not eradicate it nor does it make it rare. It makes it dangerous and often deadly for the poorest and most vulnerable people who can get pregnant. #SafeAbortionDay#AbortionIsNormal