In the middle of a really good piece titled “The Reproductive Injustice and the ‘War on Women’ or, An Ode to the Intersections” Eesha Pandit at the Crunk Feminist Collective writes a stunningly important paragraph:
Who, we must ask, are the “women” in the “war on women” that many feminist organizations are decrying? Are they the women forcibly sterilized at the hands of the state? Are they the trans women that face repeated acts of aggression in the form of hate crimes and at the hands of law-enforcement officials? Are they poor women of color, immigrant women, queer women, and native women navigating a foster system that makes the right to have a family a matter of demonstrating fitness to parent? Are they Bfighting to keep their families together while navigating a punitive and racist immigration system? Who are those women? Am I one?
Think about it. We’ve been tossing around the phrase with substantial force for well over a year now, and in response to what? In response to what women being embattled?
Too often it’s women like me: white, married, educated, employed, with insurance. Our collective outrage really ramped up when state and national politicking threatened my (relatively) easy access to contraception. Of all things!
To be clear, as Pandit also points out, there has been something about which we should be outraged because “there is indeed a deluge: a river of reactionary regressive political actions, one after another, in swift succession with the clear goal of making reproductive health care inaccessible.” Exhibit: Texas, Virginia, Wisconsin …
Who counts as a woman? What women does our politics and our social organizing and our theologizing really care about?
To answer this question, of course, we have to gather at the intersection of Race Boulevard and Class Street, as the Sexuality Bus drives up to Nationality Corner and the Age Sign blinks an ominous yellow.