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I don't know if I told this story here or not. I was 17. And had just moved into my older sisters house to attend university. She was a radical feminist, and running consciousness raising groups out of her living room. In '67. One day she thought I was out, and a bunch of women came over. They were all talking in hushed voices. Telling each other the story's of their rapes. The horror, the fear, and eventually their horrendous illegal abortions. I was shocked into silence. Frozen in place.
@corlin As someone with multiple experiences of that type, I want to extend so much thanks and love to your sister for creating the space for those vital conversations, and to you both for the material actions that ensued.
If the world were a just place, all your efforts, and hers, and everyone else's in your activist circles, would have yielded a more secure legacy. But in the absence of justice, thank you for your experiences in the struggle.
We will all press on together. 💙