Well I liked this one quite a bit, I could definately feel this woman's emotions seeping out meaningfully into her essay. I liked her ability to fuse quotes from (opressed) female authors from different times with different circumstances to her own time and circumstance, or not really her personal one only, but that of the women she is defending.
I also liked her beginning which talked about Jean Toomer and his travels through the South and his descriptive encounters with the black woman. There was something musical and sad about the whole thing that I found very captivating.
I'm finding out more and more that the stories I'm usually gravitated towards are the ones about tragedy and the loss of something irreplacable. There is a message of hope in there but it's almost drowned in sorrow, which I definately loved (although now whoever is reading this thinks I'm either depressed or feed off it, which is probably somewhat true). Even though her particular story dealing with a specific struggle, it's a familiar story and one I keep going through my head in one way or another, as I think many others also do though they may not be fully conscience of it.
I get so caught up thinking and seeing through a man's eyes, it's refreshing to see the same dramas played out from the other perspective.
"Guided by my heritage of a love of beauty and a respect for strength - in search of my mother's garden, I found my own."
Good stuff.
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