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Show (( ratkwaifd j I've been trying to get an article accepted by Ms. Magazine on the women involved in the US Film and Video Festival. I found women who were writers, producers, directors, actresses whose stories were fascinating to me. As I was working on the text of a letter to the magazine, a man said to me, "Don't write about women - no one wants to hear about women; you have to write about men." I thought he was joking, so I smiled and told him that he'd ' be hearing a lot more about women, not less. He continued telling me that I was basically wasting my time - the more 'waves' we made, the worse off we would be. Sometimes I wonder... Would it really be better to say nothing? I've just read a book called "Spring Moon", based on Chinese history in the late 1800's and early 1900's, when foreign influence created the greatest of upheavals in the traditional Chinese culture. The results of the influx of foreign ideas, tyranny and products resulted in China's losing much of her territory, much of her religion and most of her youth to other cultures' ways of doing things. There were endless rebellions and revolutions; the upshot of the book was a tone of underlying despair at a way of life gone forever. Without the revolutions, what would have become of China? Where would she be now? No one knows, for everything must change, will change, does change. I don't know if women's movements for equality are right or wrong; I do know they are inevitable. The injustice I see and feel is reflected all around me by thousands, by millions of women. Machiavelli speaks of the everlasting dedication a good man must have to be a just ruler, for evil is around him everywhere. Sometimes it seems that a little good is drowned out by the blackness of intolerance, injustice and prejudice. |
