Quotation of the Day August 14, 2014Posted by Summerspeaker in Anarchism, Feminism.
And then, in my dreams, I see the figure of a giantess, a lonely figure out in the desolate prairie with nothing over her but the gray sky, and no light upon her face but the chill pallor of the morning. And I see her looking upward and whispering: ‘How broad it is! It is cold and dark and frowning: but is broad – and high!’ Such will be your figure, O Woman, such your words in the day of your emancipation. In the way when you break from your, this warmed, round cell, whose horizon-wall is your children’s life, whose light is husband’s eyes, whose zenith is your husband’s smile. Better the pitiless gray of the clouds than the white ceiling of a prison; better the loneliness of the prairie than the caress of a slave-born child; better the cold biting of the wind than a Master’s kiss. ‘Better the war of freedom than the peace of slavery.’
Voltairine de Cleyre, “The Gates of Freedom,” 1891