Happy International Women’s Day!
It should be, and is, for many.
But it’s not, for far too many others.
We read Malala’s Magic Pencil this morning. About how she wove magic, achieved the unimaginable. With her words.
How words have power.
There is an audible gasp in the classroom when I tap the statistic that 130,000,000 young girls are unable to attend school.
This is unthinkable, for these kids. Unconscionable, for me.
But sad simple reality, for so many more.
A colleague adds that since COVID, these numbers are on the grow.
In the face of these official ‘days’, ‘months’, and various campaigns that so often act as bandaid, performative and toothless, I’m reminded of Cornel West’s clarity:
Now I have nothing against philanthropy. I just don’t confuse charity with justice.
And, so, again this year, with justice in mind and an eye on a world where we don’t need reminders
I raise a glass to the moms, grannies, aunties, sisters, partners, friends, teachers, and girls
Who weave magic, every day.