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By: Chi Ilochi February 11, 2019February 11, 2019

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“In the folds and creases, I saw her history. Her skin was the diary of her soul. All the springs she had watched the flowers bloom. The summers she had stood before the moon and kissed its face. The autumns she had grown wiser. The winters that had frozen the initials of her name. Each wrinkle was a record of this and of every hour, minute, and second she had lived. All her secrets were written in her skin. In such age before me, I saw only beauty.” -Tiffany McDaniel
“We all have stories. Sometimes the pain lies so heavily inside us that it can only be whispered. Sometimes it can’t be spoken out loud at all. So you think you’re different? There are many silences. You’ve got one kind but each of us has her own. Listen and you will hear them all around you. You’re not alone in your pain, never have been. We’re all part of each other’s pain and can be a part of each other’s healing too.”
“I survived because I remained soft, because I listened, because I wrote. Because I huddled close to my truth, protected it like a tiny flame in a terrible storm. Hold up your head when the tears come, when you are mocked, insulted, questioned, threatened, when they tell you you are nothing, when your body is reduced to openings. The journey will be longer than you imagined, trauma will find you again and again.
“Asians deserve to be represented.
“As an Asian American woman, all too often, I see Asian women being sidelined in conversations surrounding issues that affect women of color. While there are segments of Asian communities that enjoy privileges that other communities of color are not afforded, the current structures of power and privilege negatively and dangerously impact the experiences of Asian women in unique ways.
Last evening, a mass shooter targeted 3 Asian-owned spas in the Atlanta area. Of the eight victims killed, six were women of Asian descent.
“Feminism is, of course, part of human rights in general — but to choose to use the vague expression human rights is to deny the specific and particular problem of gender. It would be a way of pretending that it was not women who have, for centuries, been excluded. It would be a way of denying that the problem of gender targets women. That the problem was not about being human, but specifically about being a female human. For centuries, the world divided human beings into two groups and then proceeded to exclude and oppress one group. It is only fair that the solution to the problem acknowledge that.
“I call them: my sisters, goddesses and the moon.
“For Black people, being publicly joyful is an act of resistance. So, let’s have more of it.

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