Rebecca Walker and the Fruits of Feminism
May 23, 2008 3 Comments
Alice Walker, author of The Color Purple, is a legendary icon of the feminist movement.
Her daughter, Rebecca Walker, tells a sad tale on the effects of her mother’s religion ideology,
The other day I was vacuuming when my son came bounding into the room. ‘Mummy, Mummy, let me help,’ he cried. His little hands were grabbing me around the knees and his huge brown eyes were looking up at me. I was overwhelmed by a huge surge of happiness.
I love the way his head nestles in the crook of my neck. I love the way his face falls into a mask of eager concentration when I help him learn the alphabet. But most of all, I simply love hearing his little voice calling: ‘Mummy, Mummy.’
It reminds me of just how blessed I am. The truth is that I very nearly missed out on becoming a mother – thanks to being brought up by a rabid feminist who thought motherhood was about the worst thing that could happen to a woman.
You see, my mum taught me that children enslave women. I grew up believing that children are millstones around your neck, and the idea that motherhood can make you blissfully happy is a complete fairytale.
The rest of the piece gets more heart-breaking. Is this the end result of feminism or only the rabid sort?