It’s Carnival time here in New Orleans! That means parades, parties, and…protests?
Yep. When someone told Emma Goldman “it did not behoove an agitator to dance,” she responded:
“I want freedom, the right to self-expression, everybody’s right to beautiful, radiant things.”
|That’s me with the red wig as we prepared to march.|
The Mystic Krewe of Femme Fatale hosted our group of about 30 beautiful, diverse women, men, and kids singing, dancing, and high-fiving the crowds in solidarity against the exploitation of women.
My spouse and kids participated to show that men and boys also need to support an end to violence and exploitation–and the creation of a positive new paradigm in which all people stand together in love, support, and awesomeness.
|Diva tendencies? Hm, let me think…|
Then, as now, I was heartened and uplifted by the overwhelmingly positive support of parade goers, from women pumping their fists and shouting “You go, girls!” to men applauding “the work y’all do” to boys and girls cheering and waving.
This is how those of us committed to the continuation of diversity, positivity, and mutual support will #keepmarching and encourage others to march, too. It’s not about being against something (other than the incredibly obvious abuse and exploitation of women)–but being FOR a vision of the world we are creating, one revolutionary dance at a time.
I literally danced my boots off–the soles fell off about halfway through the parade route–#NeverthelessShePersisted!