The following came across my facebook feed. My response is below:
I've been a White Feminist as long as I can remember … I am beginning to learn, though, that I've always been pretty self-centered in my suffering. And guess what, white blond girls from Hunterdon aren't the only ones who have been oppressed.
This year I've been faced with the fact that we white feminists have a LONG. WAY. TO. GO. on educating ourselves- on understanding, on listening- on believing-- the ways others have felt oppression…
White Feminism can be a “gateway drug” to learning about oppression, but we must use that horrible feeling as a key that opens our minds to learn about ALL types of oppression. We must feel and act with equal outrage when others' rights are infringed upon. We have much to learn from all the groups who have this fight for along [sic] time, who have been scared all along. We must be humble in our joining, and follow when others lead.
Well then, is it possible that the many who voted for Trump feel their own sort of oppression,perhaps the imposition of foreign values on their ways of life? It seems to me relatively easy to join hands and wish to identify with other self-identified victims. Perhaps you should also look to understand the people who feel like their livelihoods are taken away because they can't mine coal anymore, and that's all they ever knew, or their jobs are being farmed overseas, and they feel NAFTA and the TPP might have had something to do with it (whether it's true or not), or their definition of marriage has been upended by a bunch of people in robes (the Supreme Court) not at all like themselves, or their farm has been gobbled up by corporate agriculture, or a ton of money has been poured into education but earmarked by the feds, and they are not any smarter, or they feel like their dignity has been attacked in other ways.
And then there's a whole America we don't even know, the America that's never seen a white person, right or left in its neighborhood, a level of hopelessness and an experience of the indifference of the other toward its plight. Tuvia Tenenbom gives us a flavor of this in his book The Lies They Tell. Maybe we've never done anything, you or I, to identify with this population and make a difference.
Maybe, just maybe, we ended up with what we have because we speak into echo chambers instead of to the people who actually see the world differently than we do.