Tuesday, October 22, 2013
My Travels were not all about politics, though sometimes I only saw the political implications after the fact. I was born a feminist, though it took several decades to know its name. In Seeing for Myself, I relate my longing to see the continent of Africa,my resentment over not being allowed to help the priest serve mass, as my brother did. But my desire to travel was probably fifty parts adventure and fifty percent the romace asociated with babtizing African babies to save them from an eternity in Limbo. When the opportunity arose to travel to Nairobi and to meet feminist activists from all over the world, it seemed my childhood dream had come alive in spades. Before the conference even began our tour guide, Dorothy announced that we could visit a Maasai village, and I was excited.