Crowded in living rooms across America sit women of great talent, ambition, maturity and independence. They are real adults with careers and depth of experience, yet we are determined to infantilize all of them as well as the soon-to-be mother. Instead of reflecting on the gravity of this new stage of life, we put candy in diapers, wear balloons under our shirts, and make collages featuring celebrity babies.
More than one person in the streets of Ferguson has compared what is happening here to the chaotic days of the Birmingham desegregation campaign in 1963. And, like that struggle, the local authorities, long immune to public sentiment, were incapable of understanding how their actions reverberated outside the hermetic world where they held sway—how they looked to the world. That incomprehension was the biggest asset the protesters in Birmingham had. Michael Brown was left lying in the street for hours while a traumatized community stood behind police tape in frustration, grief, and shock: an immobile metaphor for everything that was wrong in Ferguson, Missouri.
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