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POWER
I was yet to feel my own power If power arrived in my letter box
I'd think it was another catalogue
But then power found me I was bathing my child I was healing my
spirit I was working to stop rape technically I was still in
disgrace male-identified, dependant, depressed.
Power moved so close to me I could smell cotton and sweat I
wanted to dance I wanted to exonerate myself I wanted to respond
for all I was worth
Undo all my closed bits, shake my hair, move about feel her
energy and my own strength.
LYNDA M.RUSHTON 20.3.91 (As previously published in Heartland).
GIRLS CAN'T DO ANYTHING -by Shannon Adams
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GIRLS CAN DO ANYTHING proclaims a bumper sticker which is a
popular feature on the rear end of West End cars and bicycles.
Important though this assertion may be it always prompts me to
consider how real is the range of choices facing women and men
in everyday life. Are we truly able to walk through life like a
supermarket and pop our chosen activities in our shopping
trolley? Is what stands between us and freedom just a choice of
which lifestyle to consume?
I suspect not.
As a member of a West End group of women interested in anarcho-
feminism it appears to me that an understanding of power is
essential in extending the ways in which we can experience
empowerment and real choice. This power is not a simple door to
a wide world, a door which women (and men) can open and then take
their chosen direction. The power oppressing women is not a
simple glass ceiling preventing career advancement, a ceiling
which could be shattered to liberate women to become managing
directors and presidents in turn. Neither is it only that
violence which might wound us in our home, or that violence which
could force itself into our bodies. For I perceive us to be
entwined with delicacies of power which are far more insidious
than what society does or does not permit women or men to do. The
power is inside our bodies already. Painting our pictures,
influencing our words and absence of words, judging ourselves and
our bodies, and present in our most deeply considered choices.
And so I do not think girls can do anything, any more than men
can. Choices are far more complicated.
Girls could do anything but so many anythings are outside our
current imaginings, or are rendered impossible in the current
culture. Even words are unable to frame many thoughts and so
thoughts are charged with vague sensations. I have a quickening
of my pulse when I sense the possibility of what I could do. But
I do not do it because IT does not exist as a choice. IT does
not have a place. IT does not have money attached to it. IT
does not have a name. Yet how many of us have similar desires
and imaginings of relationships and lives less warped by the
abuses of hierarchical power, less constrained by the demands of
an economy in which money equals self esteem and success is
measured by rising through the pyramid of control.
And so I consider that we must continue to give thought to the
making of new ways and new choices ,and also to create
relationships with those who might imagine a world as different
to this one as we do. Because none of us are pure. None is
unshaped by the experience of Power Over us, through us and in
us. Men who chose to become anarchists can no more purify
themselves of sexism by wearing the ANARCHIST label than they can
in swallowing a bottle of detergent. Their words grow louder in
the face of domestic activity. Neither are women suddenly free
from the constraints of the standard stories of what it is to be
a woman when they encounter feminism. Our old desires do not
fall from us like a cocoon. Instead we might hide our impurity
more closely, or deny our sexism with more sleight of hand.
Politics and personal change begin in our everyday lives. The
grand plans which we lay take their first step before we leave
our beds, in our sexual politics. The shape of our lives is not
an individual responsibility but a continual feat of choosing
among limited possibilities and admissible dreams which are
shaped within the power structures of contemporary Australian
societies.
We cannot make ourselves suddenly new. I do not believe in
mystical rebirths (or I should be dunking myself in the Brisbane
River) but we might become different parts of ourselves in the
community of others with similar desires. All of us might do
anything, among those committed to freedom and change in our
everyday lives.
Without support and commitment, it is more likely that we
struggle individually to make a confined but, possibly,
comfortable nest, in the corner allowed us. In such corners one
can certainly not do anything!