Marissa Alexander, The One Who Lived
Lives that matter are worthy of protection. They are due that most basic of natural laws, the reflex of self-preservation. Yet, a sad and haunting truth in America is that while all Black life is now and has always been devalued, Black women have faced a distinct reality. Ours is a history grounded in a context of habitual sexual and physical violence (at least one outgrowth of which is the colorism that remains a stain on our psyche to this day). Yet, our collective suffering, in days past as well as in the contemporary context, have been all but erased, hidden from acknowledgement, and sequestered from view.
For centuries, white women have received the benefit of brutal, often undeserved protection. Even a mere gaze was at times, deemed worthy of lethal retribution. Yet as Black women, our femininity has never served the function of shielding us from harm.