#shepersisted
I try to not use the forum of this blog for political comment. Recent events have made that increasingly difficult.
I am an old white woman living in Canada. That gives me certain…privileges…that others do not share. I also happen to be liberal leaning in my politics.
Recently a female politician in the United States was shut down from entering into the record a letter written by Coretta King. She was prevented from reading the letter, and in fact barred from further discussion on the topic at hand. The explanation given was that she was warned, given an explanation, but that she persisted.
All of which wouldn’t mean overly much except that several men then went on to read the same letter without censure.
Since then the hashtag #shepersisted has gained traction, partly as an expression of the inequality seen in the actions of a women vs several men. Partly as a rallying call.
But #shepersisted applies to so many layers of human endeavour. Dreaming a dream, then persisting in making it happen. Accepting that failure is not the end but persisting through the failure(s) to success. Being beaten down by the events of life, but getting back up and persisting in putting one foot in front of the other.
#shepersisted is, to me, not just a political rallying point, but a maxim for living. Over and over again events will conspire against what we want to accomplish. If ever once we give up, then we have truly ‘lost’. Persisting in the face of discouragement (sometimes from those nearest and dearest to us), persisting in the face of physical challenges (recovering from surgery, chemo, etc., etc.,) persisting in the face of societies quashing of our dreams.
Women – and men – have persisted in the face of discouragement, blocking, derision, bullying. By persistently working towards their goals, they have given great gifts to humanity – in some cases – to themselves – in others.
Living a fulfilling life, a meaningful life, sometimes means going against the grain of societal boundaries. But without that persistence, we would all be poorer for it.
On a personal note, my greatest conceit (if you will) was thinking that I could be successful as a weaver in the 20th and now, into the 21st century. It was not an easy decision, nor has it been an ‘easy’ life. But it has been enormously satisfying, when I look back over the 40+ years since I made that decision. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would travel to as many places as I have been, meet so many delightful people, all as interested in textiles as I am, write a book (or two!), grace the cover of Handwoven not once, but twice (thrice, if you count the collection of articles on colour I saw recently advertised.)
And all because I persisted.