Dear Readers, Welcome to our Thank a Feminist Issue! We are happy to introduce a new editorial year of Re/Visionist! The editors wanted to begin the 2013-2014 academic year on a note of gratitude, so we decided to devote our entire Sept./Oct. issue to thanking the feminist inspirations in our lives. The inspirational people/ideas/icons included in this issue are from both the past and present; … Continue reading Welcome to the THANK A FEMINIST Issue!
Dear James, I often think of us as quite different. When I was losing sleep about passing high-school AP exams and getting a top score on the SAT, you were writing songs on your guitar and riding your BMX bike at the skate park. I keep a collection of books — bell hooks, Alice Walker, Cornel West, Adrienne Rich–, while you keep a collection of … Continue reading When Construction and Feminism Meet Somewhere In Between
Dear Grandma, I have often wondered about the days when you were young. The days before your children. The days before you divorced your first husband. Before you fell in love with your second. The days before you sported a perfectly combed Afro. The days when you drove a tractor, plowing your grandfather’s farm. The days when you played the dozens. When I imagine you … Continue reading Finding Feminism in my Grandmother’s Georgia
Dear Millicent Fredericks, You are not forgotten. I repeat. You are not forgotten. You may not be found in my history books like America: A Narrative History, American Story, or other ‘American’ history texts. These books are written by white, upper class men armed with a privileged lens that systematically undermines ethnic minorities in order to sustain a patriarchal society. American is a term I use … Continue reading Martyrs are Made or Forgotten
Dear Kamau Nkosi, You are a silent feminist. Not a loud, verbose, self-righteous, attention-seeking, ‘all-hail-feminism’ type of feminist. You have never been the one to post soliloquies on Facebook to parade your liberalism or acceptance of gender equality. Because, for you, your actions are more important than words posted on a digital platform where sentences and ideas live only for half a second. You are … Continue reading To My Partner- Marching in Feminism
I was a whimsical six-year-old, preferring to inhabit the elaborate realms constructed in my imagination instead of the real world. During playtime I’d become whoever I wanted to be that day. Sometimes that was fairly simple: I’d play ‘teenager,’ which solely involved pretending my chocolate milk was coffee. More often, however, I’d fashion myself into a much more elaborate character, usually inspired by a favorite … Continue reading At First I Believed in Fairytales and then Came Bruce Lansky