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The Circle of Sisterhood

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“I saw them walking as sisters walk, hugging each other, and whispering and sure of each other and I felt how it was not who they were but what they both know and what they were both preparing to do about what they know that was going to make them both free at last.”

 

Reflection on "Report from the Bahamas" by June Jordan

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“’You are so lucky!’ she exclaimed. […] ‘You have a cause. You have a purpose to your life.’”

“First of all, speaking of race and class and gender in one breath, what she said meant that those lucky preoccupations of mine, from police violence to nuclear wipe-out, were not shared. They were mine and not hers.” –“Report from the Bahamas” by June Jordan

Ultimate Connection

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“I am saying that the ultimate connection cannot be the enemy. The ultimate connection must be the need that we find between us. It is not only who you are, in other words, but what we can do for each other that will determine the connection.” –Report from the Bahamas, June Jordan

 

“I am saying that the ultimate connection cannot be the enemy.” (Jordan)

 

Societal Assumptions

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Societal Assumptions

“I am reaching for the words to describe the difference between a common identity that has been imposed and the individual identity any one of us will choose, once she gains that chance” (Jordan 47).

            This quote from June Jordan’s Report from the Bahamas articulates the fact that not everyone fits into a common stereotype or follows an assumed identity. Each individual has their own identity, which may or may not fit into the ‘common mold’. Everyone has their own hopes or dreams for the future, has things they are good or bad at, and has things they love or hate. This is what makes each person unique. This is what makes us human.

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“Please rate me: Excellent. Good. Average. Poor. Thank you” (Jordan 46). Olive’s feelings about her own evaluation are unknown, but June Jordan’s Report from the Bahamas hints at the inherent desire to be rated as it relates to individual and assumed identity. Jordan responds by flipping the class distinction, “How would ‘Olive’ rate me?” (46). This thought rejects the goals of colonization, forcing and manipulating the oppressed to aspire to the lives of their colonizers. Jordan explores this idea in the beginning of this chapter, describing the agenda driven photo of a black man happily serving guests in the Sheraton British Colonial, and the name’s imperialistic undertone couldn’t be more obvious (39).

A Problem

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“And if unity on the basis of sexual oppression is something natural, then why do we women, the majority people on the planet, still have a problem?”

June Jordan paper

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“We are not women anymore; we are parties to a transaction designed to set us against each other”

 Until my O Levels, I had been enrolled in a school following a blend of the notorious, some what 'extremist' approach to Islam and the centuries old regressive notion of gender inequality. Being a Muslim myself, my interpretation of my religion was vastly different, so when the school's female administration blatantly discriminated against students of their own gender, I could not comprehend how these women could bring themselves to debase their own identity like this. 

Debbie

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“We are not particularly women anymore; we are parties to a transaction designed to set us against each other.”

 

       I met Debbie on the first day of my summer internship. I had applied to this internship over a year ago, had purchased a new blazer to wear to the office, and had built overwhelming excitement for what this summer could hold.

              Debbie received me at the front desk – if eye-rolling and exasperated sighs can be called receiving. When I told her I was the new intern for the office, her expression grew darker. Sarcastically, she mumbled, “Another intern, great.” I was taken aback, but pretended to not have heard the comment.