A Feminist Survivor: A Short Story

“I have a bad feeling about this!” said Gary. The squad trapsed around, scanning their surroundings with eyes like a hawks, but they neglected the fact that under the water, hungry eye’s stared. Gary stepped to the water's edge and said “Hey guy’s, there’s some pl-!”. He screamed as a beast burst from the water and crushed him in its jaws. Everyone turned but all they saw was a sail slowly slip under the water as it became cloudy, turning a bright red.

REPORTER: The reporter/niece (Terita) called to report neglect for the victim, Mattie. Mattie’s is blind, and needs assistance with her ADL’s. The reporter stated that Netasha (daughter) and Rick (boyfriend) are neglecting the victim. According to the reporter, Mattie ahs been blind for 5 or 6 years, and the home has been in horrible conditions for a while. The reporter said her brother (unknown) spoke with Natasha, a year ago, about her mother’s living conditions. The reporter said the house has cob webs, spider webs, and animals (unknown type) inside. The reporter said the ceiling is caving in near the back of the home. The tub is not being used, and the victim is not bathing. “You can see the dirt on her/victim”. The kitchen is in horrible

But time flew by very fast and soon we had our lifejackets on and ready to go tubing! “Yay! Finally!” I whispered to Evelyn. “You’re going to go tubing for the first time, so exciting!”. We walked to the end of the dock where the speedboat was and the guy driving the boat started asking questions. “So how many of you have gone tubing?” our boat driver asked. “I have” Pier said, “So have I” Georgia added. “She’s the only one of us who hasn’t gone tubing” I replied pointing to Evelyn. “Ok so everyone here is experts except for you, huh”, “Yup”, “Ok sounds good”. I smiled at Evelyn and she smiled back. “So who’s going with who?” the man asked, “We’re going together” I said grabbing her closer to me so he would know for sure that we were going together. “Ok, you two on this tube’ the boat driver said pointing to the left ‘And you two over here”. We got onto our tubes and he showed us the signals in case of an emergency. And off we went. “Hold on tight, Evey” I said, and smiled. I held on with one hand so I could reach down and touch the water. The deep blue water was sparkling in the sun. The cold water brushed my hand as I dipped my fingertips in. It almost felt like were flying on

On the rubber dingy fear coursed thought my blood. I held tightly onto Yara as we were pushed and pulled as more and more people tried to fit onto the boat. I could see Mama and Papa amongst the crowd gathered on the shore. The silent tears streaked down my eyes. This was the last time I may see them. Through the black night they were faintly illuminated by the flickering light, amid a crowd of strangers anxious to escape. The small engine roared to life and the small dingy lurched forward, escaping into the endless darkness that lay ahead.

The epitome of the strength, the fate of the household, the lamp of the enlightenment, the solace to the family, the replica of the sacrifice, the most adorable, the most innocent, the most vivacious creature on earth, and the creator who fosters life is the only word 'women' which has the whole world in it.

The feminist movement came to fruition during the early 20th century. Over all, the push for women 's suffrage and rights was strong, but further enhanced by leaders like Alice Paul and Jane Addams. The idea of equal rights for all was further scrutinized and contested after civil rights were granted to former slaves. Women began to push for similar equality as illustrated through the feminist movement.

and the wind was howling in their ears.They all started to frantically paddle in. Mark

Water looks aquamarine through blue tinted goggles. The freezing February breeze made my body miss the steaming pool. Everything I learned dashed through my nervous mind. “Left foot straight and at the back of the board. Right foot bent at the front of the board.” My hands were shaking while clinging onto the sleek white board. Waiting for those words. Waiting for that sound.

The waves crashing around us reminded me of the distant thunder you hear at the start of a storm. My hands were gripping the rope handles tightly, my knees scratching against the rubber that lay beneath us. As we soared over green, murky water, I could smell the fishy stench from the creatures that lived below. I was having emotions of excitement and fear, but soon the excitement sank as we drifted out of line from the boat leading us.

This past weekend, my best friend Jalisa drove from Ohio to Washington D.C. to participate in the Women’s March. I was very excited to see her because I had not seen her in five months. We both arrived at the march, but because of the crowds and the weak cell phone reception, I started to become worried. We texted each other back and forth, sending our locations to one another. Every time I attempted to map a route to her on my phone, it would not work. Then my phone rang, it was Jalisa. When I answered, she said, “My phone keeps on dying. I’m on 14th”. I replied, “14th street is a part of the march route, when we get there look for my sign it says ‘Support the Power of Women, Use the Power of Man’”. Our plan was set, but things did not go

That “women live dispersed among men” is the unifying condition of women and the feminist movement (de Beauvoir 8). Beyond that, differences in culture, in privilege, in circumstance all speak of the community that never was. Even so, both history and current conversation speak of women as though they were a unified group. If gender is performative and is the result of “an historical situation,” this generalization of women declares that women experience gender in one way (Butler 520). From this emerges a war that isolates woman in the effort to define what it is to be a woman.

The tip of my plastic paddle plunged into the dirty water below me in a furious down and back motion. Sprays and mists of water lashed onto my face as a form of payback for disrupting the river’s fluid movement. My eyelids blinked rapidly in an effort to remove the water from my eyes, for I could not risk letting go of the paddle. The river carried our raft in a rapid up, down, and side to side roller coaster motion. All of a sudden a mammoth wave sprung up before our eyes, tempting us to stay on the thin edges of the raft. The six of us ducked into the shallow bed of the raft and screamed in a combination of both excitement and fear. After it had passed, we quickly popped our heavily saturated selves back up and continued to obey the shouting commands of our guide. His expertise of the voyage gave me the reassurance I needed to become comfortable. A natural routine developed, and a smile played across my lips. A bit of laughter rolled off of my tongue, for I was conquering my

"People who are liberal thinkers have been enslaved by these poseurs, these racketeers, people who are pretending to be liberal but who are in fact just naïve politically. I have been congratulated by women...who are so sick of being bullied by these sanctimonious puritans who call themselves feminists." --Camille Paglia

Feminism is an ideology dealing with women 's struggles for the same rights as men.   It proposed that all women should be politically, economically, and socially equal to men.   The idea arose in the 19th century and is synonymous with the Women 's Rights Movement of the 1900s.

In the attempt to gain equality for women across gender barriers in all aspects of society, the battle that women have had to endure throughout history has been anything but peaceful. Particularly in the United States, the women’s liberation movement is an example of how women in the U.S. took a stance to protest for their civil and reproductive rights, domestic violence issues, women’s suffrage, and sexual harassment and gender-based violence that is inflicted upon women on a daily basis. This movement was full of women passionate for gender based equality in the U.S, however this feminist movement was not as easy to join if you were a black woman. A reason for this hardship was because of the racial conflict and tension that is experienced by African American people living in the United States that is dated back to the inhumane implantation of slavery. Racism in America is the result of the white social construction of identity and the perpetrated norm of the “otherness.” The marginalization of disclosing black women from the U.S. women’s liberation movement demonstrates an explicit example of how the attempt to protest for gender equality was overshadowed by a racialized closed-door way of thinking. Therefore, this essay will closely examine the feminist liberation movement in the United States and explain the hardships and racial struggles that black women had to endure in their attempt to join this movement. It will look from a different angle towards this women’s