The massively unmet needs of poor women, particularly black women, have fueled my thinking since I began working in Africa two decades ago. In my hometown, Oakland CA, I see as little progress stanching the pain.
Over the last eighteen months, I’ve grown more intimate with the realities of the sisters’ piled-on issues. Obesity, high blood pressure, diabetes, breast cancer, addiction, abuse (historic and current), custody battles, low-wage quicksand jobs – because finishing high school never happened.
Healing the accumulated trauma requires a lot of courage. And support.
Every woman’s gotta pitch in to bring up every other woman.
Then we actually can reshape a vibrant future around what women are uniquely capable of doing. We are so much more than we’ve learned to be.