Never Underestimate the Power of a Woman
A Fury with snakes in her hair
Continuing the memories of teachers and honoring their work,
I find one voice echoing in my head these days. I hear my mother, “Never
underestimate the power of a woman.” As
I witness the protests and the ongoing work of Black Lives Matter, I am in awe
of the young women who are leading the way in these crucial times. I want to
listen to them as they speak, watch the ways in which they lead, and learn from
their courage, their skill, their persistence. And to learn from their anger.
Also echoing in my head is the cry, “Mama!.”. I think about
what happens in, say, the supermarket when a child cries for his mama. Every
woman in hearing distance, and especially every mother and grandmother and
auntie – so, indeed, every woman — goes on alert. As the child cries out
again and again, we search for the little one. We offer soothing words,
comforting arms, we offer to help find mama. Nurses on battlefields through
centuries have soothed the dying men who called out for their mothers.
The Words that Finally Came to Me
The ocean is female, we say, and
volcanoes.
We used to name hurricanes after
women
to hint at the danger,
the danger of a furious woman.
The epitome of such a woman -- the
Furies,
that wild and ancient host of
woman-rage.
Mr. Floyd called out to his mama,
And if every woman who turns,
whose heart catches,
whose belly lurches at the sound
were to speak out now,
a visit from the Furies would look
like a tea party.
Women’s rage could change the
world.
What stops us?
What silences us?
Who, exactly, is afraid of the
Furies?
And why?
The Furies fly out of ancient Greece and into our time. They
wait and they watch. They emerged from Nyx, Goddess of the night, of the dark.
They are hags, the old ones, the crones.
They are robed completely in black, so we cannot see them coming. Their
gigantic wings are silent, like those of the owl, silent flyer in the night. We
cannot hear them. But we know they are there, the three of them who can come
from all directions at once. Their long black hair, full of snakes, streams in the wind. They
are wrapped in venomous snakes around waists and arms. Blood pours from their
eyes.
The Greeks were so afraid of them and their wrath, they
would not call them by name: Alecto, Megaera, and Tisiphone.
They gave them a placating collective name,
The Eumenides, the calmed ones. I like
to call them the Furious Sisters. Alecto, Megaera, and Tisiphone are not evil,
terrifying though they may be. They lie in wait; we know they are there. They are
especially watchful for four specific crimes: murder, lying, failure to honor parents
and ancestors, and crimes against the gods. Their wrath brings utter and
complete loss to the one who murders, who lies, who commits crimes against his
ancestors, and to the hypocrite who professes to worship and behaves outside
the tenets of his faith. The Furies bring dearth, the destruction of all that
is in the way of justice, of honesty, of life itself.
The Furies are watching even now, and so are the old women,
the crones in our midst who have Had Enough. I don’t know what will bring the
Furies down upon us in divine vengeance, or when they will come. I hear the
faint rustle in the night, feel the cold on the back of my neck. In the light of
day, I feel the crones around me rising up, taking action publicly and
privately, demanding justice and watching for what to do next. Turning when we
hear the cry, “Mama!” and rushing to make things right.
I want to be a Fury, calm in intention, furious for justice,
pointing my crooked crone fingers at the murderers, the hypocrites, the liars. I stand with the young women organizing Black
Lives Matter, the nurses and street medics, the grieving mothers and
grandmothers and aunties. I want to spread my giant wings around them in
protection and I want to fly into the face of the horror, to set about making
things right. I am a Furious Sister and I am not alone.
I recognize your power. xoxox
ReplyDeleteThank you. The Furies ... I learned some things from you, today!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I am a Fury too.
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