“Who run the world? Girls!”
-Beyoncé Knowles Carter
I saw this hashtag on Twitter Friday morning as I was letting my less-than-140 characters be known. This boycott was in the indomitable and beautiful Kerry Washington’s timeline, along with the ever vigilant Alyssa Milano’s.
This boycott came about because Twitter suspended the account of actress Rose McGowan because she said something the gods of Twitter didn’t like in regards to men and sexual assault.
Yet, there are women verbally assaulted on Twitter all the time. And we have a president that grabs pussy.
Okay, Twitter. Okay.
I’m a writer; words are what I do. I am a woman. Society, compiled with regular life, tries to take my words (and the thoughts which power them) from me on a daily basis. I did not participate in this boycott because as a woman of color, especially one that uses her words as weapons and her vocabulary as a prolific arsenal, I don’t have an option to shut up.
“If you remain silent about your pain, they will kill you and say you enjoyed it.”
-Zora Neale Hurston
I support any woman that is sentient and salient about the reality round about her. I support any woman whom saw it as duty to boycott Twitter or to yell from keyboards. That is not the debate.
I didn’t participate because I have too much to say, and by God, black women are silenced enough. I’m not going to go and shut up willingly.
The world is too askew to take a day off. The world is too obsessed with avarice to not be vigilant. The world is too rife with the demolition of self on all fronts to not sound the alarm.
Nah, I’m not going to shut up. Imma show up. I will not shrink or go away. The world will deal with me.