The Uprising Issue

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THE SIREN THE FEMINIST MAGAZINE OF THE UNIVERSITY OF OREGON

LETTER FROM THE EDITOR

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The University of Oregon hosted the Pioneer statue on campus for over 100 years. Since 1919, students passed by a statue of a White Man with a whip in his hand and a rifle on his shoulder in representation of the first European settlers in Oregon. Research from professors and statements made by students have exposed the statues roots in racism and white supremacy. Students have expressed how uncomfortable the statues make them feel because of the violent history of colonization. In the past, student organizations demanded the removal of both statues and were unsuccessful.

The Siren highlights such events to document actions that were taken by people in the community and anti-racist groups to recognize expressions of racism on campus and to tear them down.

The Uprising Issue hopes to speak truth about everything that is flawed in America. This magazine contains artwork about dismantling systems of oppression through poetry, personal expressions and information on feminist topics that allows space for education and consciousness rising.

Resisting injustices of social and political systems is an act of uprising. Resisting such structures of oppression can look like speaking up, protesting, educating, participating in activism or radical self-care and love.

People all over the country have flooded streets, demanded fairness and accountability from a government that says it will serve them justice and liberty but lacks to execute their promise. Everyone deserves respect, justice and equal opportunities.

Protests and movements in 2020 inspired The Siren to ask contributors about how they are uprising against oppression.

Artwork by Fran Smith @fransmithart

2020 protests were a social uprise.

THE UO WOMEN’S CENTER’S INTERSECTIONAL FEMINIST DEFINITIONS

Intersectional Feminism A feminist approach which recognizes that different identities experience oppression differently based on multiple marginalizations and how they play off of each other.

LGBTQA+ The acronym for “Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer, and Asexual.” The acronym is often expanded to variations of LGBTQIA to inclusively represent identities which include Intersex and Questioning People.

Respectability Politics Policing or sanitizing one’s appearance, language, sexuality, etc. to be accepted by the dominant group as “respectable” and not inferior.

Black Lives Matter (BLM) #BlackLivesMatter was founded in 2013 in response to the acquittal of Trayvon Martin’s murderer. Black Lives Matter mission is to eradicate white supremacy and build local power to intervene in violence inflicted on Black communities by the state and vigilantes. Black Lives Matter is a decentralized political and social movement advocating for nonviolent civil disobedience in protest against incidents of police brutality and all racially motivated violence against Black People.

Latinx A non-gender specific way of referring to people of Latin American heritage or descent. The “X” replaces the “O” particularly in the word “Latino” which is the masculine term used to refer to multiple Latin American people of all genders, implying that masculine identities are the dominant group and therefore the norm.

Cultural Appropriation Wearing hairstyles or accessories of someone else’s culture as a fashion or a costume without recognizing its historical and cultural significance or the way members of that culture have been mistreated as a result of wearing or saying the same things.

Ableism A system of oppression and discrimination that degrades people with disabilities. A common example of this is using the word “crazy” instead of ridiculous, absurd or even our personal fave, bananas.

Social Justice The goal of a safe, equitable and affirming society for people of all intersecting identities and lived experiences.

Contributed by Violet Johnson Words and screenshots from Violet Johnson, High Country News: “Indigenous and Black Lives Matter activists join forces in Oregon” and KLCC: “New Wave Of Social Justice Finds Black And Indigenous Activists United”

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For most of my life, anger has been a tool I used to combat the violence I experienced.

It became a source of power and protection.

If I were to personify anger she would be my closest companion, someone I loved more than myself.

While I cherish anger, I know this body holds more.

This body holds joy This body holds hope This body is resilient This body will continue to fight My existence is resistance, and another day this world cannot destroy me.

One Bear Left by Fran Smith @fransmithart

Lost in a sea in an arctic chill Each day melting more Amid the glacial hills One bear stands and thinks to himself “is there anyone out there who can save myself?”

BP takes the blame for slick that was spread and sooner or later all the fish will be dead Searching for meaning, the bear ponders its life One bear left, alone and in strife

Pledging to never let go Words by Anette Rodriguez

I was brought up Pledging allegiance to a flag Of a country that didn’t want me or my people.

Every Monday morning I was forced to put my small palm Over my heart and recite in unison To the star-spangled banner hanging in the class “I pledge allegiance to the Flag Of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all” I never knew what it meant No one ever explained it I just knew that if I didn’t do it I would be reprimanded.

Meanwhile, my parents were at work Working on the land of the same country that didn’t want them The same land that was stolen many years ago From the Natives and from our ancestors.

The land, The U.S, El Norte, America This country that prides itself on being diverse.

This country that promises liberty and justice for all.

This country that many families come to in search of the American Dream.

But this has all been a lie.

Or is it that caging innocent kids and their families what freedom means.

Is it police brutality and the many murders of People of Color what you call equality Is it having the spread of hate, racism, and homophobia what really means to be American?

Is it that this melting pot is just full of picky eaters So they choose to remove what they don’t want from the pot altogether.

Or was it really that those words we were told to recite from a young age Were never really meant for us?

If so why get mad when we demand to get treated how we were meant to.

Why must we protest for basic rights and yet never get heard

Why are we seen as the bad people when we just want the justice we deserve.

We choose to no longer recite these lies, we choose to fight for them harder.

You forget that this land was ours first So every time we get pushed to the ground we get stronger with the help of our ancestors We root ourselves each time more and more to this land to never let go and we refuse to let go.

This pledge will be to us, To the people of the United States of America To accept others and respect each other’s rights, We promise peace, liberty, justice, equality, and to never let go.

HEALING THROUGH SISTERHOOD HEALING THROUGH SISTERHOOD HEALING THROUGH SISTERHOOD Words by Angela Noah and Monste Mendez Photos by Stevie Yumiko Noriyuki

The following is a photoshoot series featuring Angela Noah and Monste Mendez wearing traditional dresses from their respective cultures along with friendship letters written to each other.

Montse, In this life, I have been fortunate to fully grasp and have ties to a community I built for myself while transitioning to college.

Having a community that includes fierce Womxn of Color is a blessing and I am grateful. During this global pandemic, I am far from my tribal community and have to witness the detrimental impact my people face while I try to focus on pushing toward my degree to help my people. I am not afraid to admit that this pandemic has been super lonely, mentally challenging, and a struggle to attend classes via Zoom. I felt so robbed of my community and reminded myself that courage looks like meekly admitting that I do not have a handle on all that I am doing. When I called for help, a particular person was there. This is a tribute to that sister and the sisterhood we created during a pandemic. This person teaches me that

the revolution for our people must begin with healing and gentleness to ourselves. You’ve taught me it’s okay to choose myself and now this is my way of rising against the system. I choose healthy relations and vulnerability as my people often did not have the choice to do this. I have to heal and Montse you showed me that. So, this is dedication to honor us and our friendship. This is a tribute to the 2am conversations in my living room talking about our ancestors, healing from

trauma, and investing in ourselves because we want to be those fierce Womxn of Color. You share the dream too that we will be the matriarchs who broke the generational curses that run deep in our families.

And we know it has not been easy. It has been tough but the sisterhood we have is medicine. You give me strength and hope. You aspire me to be better louder braver.

You remind me that there is love and how lucky of a person I am to have you in my corner. You

have become family and taught me to be kinder to myself. Thank you for sharing a decolonized/ safe/loving friendship/ sisterhood with me during a global pandemic and time of uncertainty. You did not realize it but you started a revolution within me and what it truly means to be in radical self-love. Thank you for being in my life, Montse.

We healed generations of Womxn after us by loving ourselves. You taught me that. Ahiyé (thank you) Angela Noah (White Mountain Apache/ Choctaw)

Dear Angela, I have never had a friendship that is healing in the way ours is. After hearing about each other around town we were honored to meet in real life at a Eugene Portrait Slam event two years ago - and this photo shoot marks our second one ever - full circle!

Back then we would have never imagined being where we are now - as individuals and as friends. The world is different now too, and it has given us a chance to step back from leadership positions and our busy schedules to look within. Looking within has been an opportunity for growth, but it has also been challenging (that may be an understatement!).

While we carry the weight of intergenerational traumas, we also carry the wisdom of the seven generations of women before us. We seek to heal for the seven generations of women to

come after us. Everything we do, we do it with our people in mind and heart.

I am grateful to have you as a friend - and as a sister

- because we’ve genuinely been like family. A family we have chosen - a home away from home. We trust each other and we’ve got each other’s back. We also know how to make each other laugh really loud (like the aunties we will be one day).

I love the way we validate and make space for each other’s

experiences (the good and the bad) without equating them. We know we have some shared experiences and that we face similar struggles as Women of Color and as Queer Women - but I will never fully understand what it is like to be a Native Woman in this colonized land, and you will never fully understand what it is like to be a Mexican immigrant

but we listen to each other for hours on end (because as Aquarius Women, God knows we always have stories to tell!). We hold a safe space to speak and to listen - which is a sacred thing to have. Every time we talk, we both learn something new (whether that be about ourselves or about the world). We learn more about our identities and our cultures and the ways they intersect for us individually and as a collective. We share many life concepts, values from our roots and interests.

Above all stands our deep commitment to leave this world a better place than when we first arrived - and to always speak truth to power.

I am grateful for you and the opportunity to share our friendship with others through this shoot. I hope it conveys sisterhood, community, matriarchy, strength, vulnerability, our inner child and our higher self. May we always honor our ancestors - as well as ourselves - the future ancestors.

Montse

i am tired of giving my all and never being enough. words like these live rent free on my head. i am tired of crying myself to sleep at nights and waking up, and seeing no change. i am tired of constantly feeling that i am not good enough. i can’t forgive you, because of everything you put me through. i tried to be someone that i was not. to keep you in my life. today, i thank you. i thank you for making me believe that there are things such as soulmates and acted love. And FAKE love. thank you, for being a great actor, pretending to appreciate me and love me. during my lowest points, when i couldn’t even love myself. congrats, i congratulate you. thank you for being my inspiration to focus on myself. and helping me walk, even when my own legs refused to move, and when my eyes refused to stop watering my face. thank you for helping me realize my worth. you were ONLY meant to be a SMALL chapter in life. as much as i want to rewrite this chapter it is impossible. because i am not the writer. i finally understand the importance of self love and about being patience and taking baby steps. now its my turn to fall in love with myself. i need to take this time to focus on my goals and aspirations. it is time for me to work on the other chapters in my life.

MOVING ON Words by Janeth Alonso Alonso

The catalyst for this installation piece was the Parkland Shooting in 2018 and inspired by Ghost Requiem by Sean Scully. It shows the duality of the U.S. as a place of influential men and women who made positive and negative impacts on history. The 50 stars are replaced by 50 celebrities, criminals, authors, artists, influencers, Figures from left to right: Martin Luther King Jr. 2) Chris Brown 3) Louis Armstrong 4) unknown 5) Richard Nixon 6) Bill Gates 7) Al Capone 8) Mark Zuckerburg 9) Logan Paul 10) Michael Jackson 11) Andy Warhol 12) unknown 13) Ronald Reagan 14) Colin Kaepernick 15) Black Face 16) John F. Kennedy 17) Jim Jones 18) Maya Angelou 19) Lil Tay 20)Thomas Jefferson 21) Beyoncé 22) XXXTentacion 23) Malcolm X 24) Billy Jean

25) Kim Kardashian 26) OJ Simpson 27) Abraham Lincoln 28) Steve Jobs 29) Muhammad Ali 30) Woody Allen 31) Michael Jordan 32) Melania Trump 33) KKK 34) Babe Ruth 35) unknown 36) Barack Obama 37) Unknown 38-40) Columbine and Parkland Shooters 41) Donald Trump 42) Marilyn Monroe 43) Rosa Parks 44) Sitting Bull 45) George Bush Jr. 46) Cultural Appropriator 47) Walt Disney 48) Unknown 49) Oprah Winfrey 50) Bill Cosby

millionaires, activists, athletes, and politicians. The flag is stained and rugged, symbolizing the turbulence in the nation’s history and future. Despite how long ago this piece was made, I think the message of disillusionment with the significant figures of U.S. history is incredibly relevant and confronting.

Words and art by anonymous

Teenage Activist, Rosa Calcraft, has taken part in feminist demonstrations in London and I’ve asked what feminism means to her by Ruby Routledge

Disclaimer: the UO Women’s Center recognizes that there are more than two genders and we activly work toward dismantling the oppressive and colonial gender binary

What are your thoughts on attempts to rebrand feminism?

Are brands exploiting the term feminist?

Rosa: Certainly, the majority of companies that profit off feminist ideology are actually quite problematic (like Phillip Green, head of Topshop, being accused of bullying and sexual harassment). So it kind of leads to a lot of people wanting to wear a feminist T-shirt or have a tote bag, but not applying feminist principles in their lives or doing anything to support the cause in a meaningful way.

However, I do think the way that feminism has evolved to be more intersectional is really positive and I hope it continues developing in this way, so it moves away from being a movement just for privileged white women.

Why do you think feminism is needed?

Rosa: I think the simple answer for why I think feminism is needed, is that women still suffer massive inequality in societies across the world today. From sexual harassment and the gender pay gap to simple, everyday sexism. For me, it’s changed my life. I look at everything now through a feminist lens and I feel so impassioned to keep working towards a more equal society, for both men and women. The patriarchy is harmful for all genders. Men are afraid to display any feminine qualities, leading to suppression of emotion.

That means higher rates of suicide and violence.

Rosa: Depends on what you mean by rebrand.

I think ‘celebrity’ and ‘pop culture’ feminism (e.g.

Topshop selling T-shirts with the word feminist on it or Scarlett Curtis’s book Feminists Don’t Wear Pink) is a bit of a double-edged sword. Whilst it’s good that feminism is becoming more popular, I can’t help feeling that it being commercialised dilutes it.

I fear becoming a statistic Just another girl with a father Who ruined her expectations Just another okay with mediocrity Because his idea of love Was a bottle and not a daughter.

In the light of the day With the eyes of the world I am his favorite achievement With hands on my successes Like a love for his children Yet my hands fall to my sides.

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His apathy was my breakfast Craving meals of insecurity Falling in cycles of loveless acquaintance Craving adrenaline over resolution And shame for seeming needy Because I failed to be valued.

The day he closed that door Forever removed from my walls I let them fall like rain on cheeks Forever gone my false love Then I lifted Such as the weight on my back.

We rise when no ones watching After years of involuntary fall When they pushed us down for existence After hopeless words met no answer Raising our heads after our chins familiarized To our chests for far too long.

The System by Kathleen Rodriguez

It is 3 AM I can’t find my mom She left crying about The bugs on the floor Her abuser in the ceiling My uncle from Mexico outside the door Alone I walk outside Waiting for her to return Until I hear her talking to me: “Katí, mira.”

I find her Talking to the air “Katí, mira.”

“No Mami, aquí estoy.”

This happened the night before I entered the foster care system. My family was too poor to address my mother’s ongoing battle with her mental health. My entire life had consisted of my mother’s schizophrenia, constant drinking and domestic violence. The state had always known about this. They were in and out of my life for years yet they did nothing to address the issues occurring in my home. They waited and waited until my mom could no longer bear the thoughts of her mind to do something catastrophic to my family.

I would be forced to move from home to home for several years of my life causing me to feel worthless, replaceable and unwanted. Instead of aiding in my growth as an individual, the system continued to traumatize me.

The foster care system is based on the separation of enslaved families. It is not a system created to aid in the betterment of youth, especially Youth of Color. In Oregon, Black and Indigenous youth are disproportionately represented within the foster care system causing me to understand that the system is just another machine of white supremacy.

I aim to educate all people on the injustices Families of Color and foster Youth of Color face at the hands of the Department of Human Services. Like every other U.S. system, the foster care system must be eradicated as it has proven itself to be a system that upholds white supremacy, criminalizes the poor and those with mental health issues.

Black Lives Matter March Photos by Luna Pelaez Photos of a Black Lives Matter March in Tualatin and Tigard, Oregon on June 12, 2020.

An Uprising From Home. During quarantine, some high risk people are not able to march in streets, attend vigils, or listen to public speakers. There are still ways to be an activist from home. Donate money to local organizations and people in need, educate yourself with books and Collage and words by Paula Levy

media, use your platforms to share information, call political officials in charge of legislation, and more. While participating in uprisings at home, it’s important to practice self care as well. Rest, good food, comfort and more are essential in being a good activist.

The Call is Coming From Inside the House by Zak Kelley

Have you ever not worn the “too much” shirt because you know what’s coming?

From 2013 to 2020, I was a resident of New York City, which is where I expected my address to maintain until my last breath.

However, New York met this cool cat, “Covid 19,” from the other side of the tracks and wouldn’t you fuckin’ know it, I ended up back in the Midwest - a general area of the United States that I believed to be the end game of most people’s happiness.

Why this disdain?

Once again, let me explain.

See, the me that arrived in NYC in August of 2013 had already transformed. My style was heightened, my energy was enigmatic - I was reborn. In Ohio, where

I’m from, I was known as the boy who had dreams too big to fit into our little city. My plan was to pursue a life in theatre and to never look back. That was understood.

It was understood that I was seventeen years old and very much “out” for the world to see. My family coddled my Queerness they loved it. They loved that they loved me for it.

Don’t get me wrong - my family is not the issue here.

Quite the opposite - they are most likely the reason that I am as flourished and exclamated in my femininity and have only enhanced the boundaries for which I believed to keep things as such inside. With that being said - in 2013, as I blossomed out of my childhood and into a full

blown human in the world, the culture in which I was adopted had me labeled as “funny.” We all know a funny Gay Guy. Most likely, we all have a funny Gay Uncle. He takes it too far.

He says what everyone is thinking. He’ll tell Marcia at Thanksgiving that God doesn’t give two shits about his sexuality and that her pie tasted like dick breath.

Right? We know this guy?

So that’s the confines of what I existed within at my ripe age of 17. Well, what I believed to exist in. If we read this to the city of “INSERT SMALL CITY WITH SOMEWHAT PROGRESSIVE VALUES HERE,” they would all go, “Uh, he’s a liar. I have a Gay Gardener and my kids love him.”

As I began to exist within my own skin, I began to understand the boundaries of where I lived, even being out and proud. I could say a joke and get a laugh, but as I started to test the waters with my clothing, I quickly learned that it was not as well received as a dirty joke with a few

curse words. The privilege of only handling people’s strange looks and underbreath remarks was one I was blessed with, and do not want to go without noting, but for someone who already struggled with the body dysmorphic brain that could see a rose as a trash can, the looks were enough to catch my attention. I was quickly aware of the boundaries that existed within expanding my curiosity with femininity, my understanding of my sexual existence, and how far I had to go to think I myself had “gone too far.”

Then I arrive in NYC. Life altering. A new beginning.

Gay friends. Crop tops.

Make up. Tiny shorts.

Showing skin. Kissing boys in public. Talking about sex. Talking about sex I liked. Having sex I liked.

Gender. No gender. Fuck gender. Politics. Fighting for

politics.

Having an opinion about what I believed through the scope of what I believed I wanted to believe. Building my own beliefs. Building my own boundaries of beliefs.

In my head, I was an invincible carrier of standards that was understood to make me a perfect version of the perfect version of me I had created.

Welcome to the world, young man. Or woman. Or non-conforming individual.

You’ve made it. You’re free.

One night, I decide that I’m horny and I invite a guy over.

He comes in, we start kissing and he feels up my shirt.

He feels my stomach. He feels my skin.

“Bleep bloop blahp blahp.”

No, that is not what he actually said, but that’s what

it sounded like. That’s what it feels like now.

But at the time, his words consisted of question marks around my body. About its story. A question of its history and an explanation for why it looked the way it did.

Simply to say - I was crushed. And confused.

But I took his words and let it affect me, so I dug a hole in which I would peruse sexual encounters for validation. I wanted to make it make sense. Here I was, in this space that allowed me to be a fully realized “whateverthefuck.”

I had decided that I had the freedom to experiment with how I would look from the outside because I felt that I was free to make the decision. There was no plan of action for what would happen when someone challenged that.

But yet it happened.

It was challenged.

And no, my life shifting did not rely on one stupid fuck’s comments about my body. But it did shift my consciousness to being aware of this idea - what qualifies one’s appearance as “correct?”

from the homophobic gaze of the straight world, especially in smaller towns, while another comes from the sexual oppression within our own gates. The call is coming from inside the house, Judy.

This is a big question for the Queer Community. At what level do we allow all Queer Folks to exist as they are?

We celebrate pride. But does our argument of pride only stand against the straight community?

What happens when we are faced with the act of embracing within our own walls?

But I ask what’s the difference?

And yes - having someone critique my body does not equate to Joe down the street disliking me because my shirt is cropped. But here’s where the salt goes in the wound: I expect it from Joe. I understand that my anecdotes speak to different energies Queer Folks face - one comes

Words by Riya Mehta

I didn’t always know that I wanted to activate a better version of the world.

Change is never born, it’s made. It’s not enough to invite youth to the table, you have to give them the mic, allow them to have an opinion on their developing world. I started to think that if I wanted to impact billions, it wasn’t enough for me to envision a new

future, but I have to start activating it. We all have a different definition of change, but the one thing that binds us activators together is the ability to envision a new future for our planet.

I know what feeling like you’re about to give up feels like, but, it’s those moments where you find your inner warrior and do everything you can to push through.

Fear of not doing our best, fear of doing too much, fear of not being good enough. But what I like to remember is that fear is temporary, however

regret is permanent.

Those little moments of deciding whether you’re going to push through matter. Take a moment and think about this.

The greatest innovations were created as a result of being courageous and unconventional, wanting to be creatively different and stand out.

That’s exactly what our next generation brings to the table, a chance to look at a world where our “social stability” is threatened and the rise of a new reality is enabled, with the help of emerging technology.

All of us have different

goals but at the end of the day we reach one simple conclusion; we want to see a better version of the world we live in. And we have to harness the power of our next generation to do so.

Your opinion and power matters more than you realize, especially when it comes to motivating people to be better for themselves and do better for the world. There are billions of people on our planet, but regardless of someone’s age, race, or gender, an innovative idea is still an innovative idea.

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Thank you for surviving.

You, the good person reading this.

You know... I’m so deeply afraid of what’s been done to us Before.

And what may happen Again.

Sometimes, it feels like water is filling our lungs when we reach out Our hands To save eachother.

And I Know you feel it too— That fire of panic when you can’t breathe right.

And you feel you struggle alone, But don’t despair— I’ve taught my lungs to breathe under torrents of waves and I’m reaching to you Anyway— Despite the fear of the suffocating whirlwinds That has swept me down Before.

— Don’t worry, This poem isn’t about what Hurts our world and what keeps us withdrawn from Those who need us the most— Instead, it’s about recovery in the middle of a hurricane…

Before the storm is over— Before we move the seas and mountains, To make a better world— — Please, Give yourself time to air in the sun.

To become fresh in the new meaning of life.

To become New yous That you never could let yourself be when the Storms kept you from Taking a breath of Air. Allow all your dirty baggage to compost itself into the Ethos of your own Gardens.

Allow your clothes to dry and Eyes to close for more than A few moments.

— Thank you— For resting Thank you— For taking the time you need, before we Resume Bailing water In this ship, we call home— Together.

I’m tired of being pillaged (I know you are too) And I suspect we’re both ready to Rest on the clothesline and Be reborn.

In the meantime, Sleep will heal what we need to keep going.

Remember— You are from our world’s trauma, but not of it. You have gone through hell— But you never were it.

The Women’s Center Presents:

How COVID-19 is Illustrating Pre-Existing Inequalities in the U.S. Research and words by Stasya Jackson Design by Kei Kort

Over the last year, the Women’s Center has been observing and examining the ways in which the COVID-19 Pandemic has intersected with systems of oppression to disproportionately harm marginalized communities, particularly Black, Indigenous and People of Color. During Winter Term 2021, we will began to disseminate information illustrating how specific populations have been impacted to both address the intersections of Disability Justice and Racial Justice and also to promote respect, empathy, healing and policy change – because all oppression is connected. #DisabilityJustice #RacialJustice

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