Florynce Rae "Flo" Kennedy (February 11, 1916 – December 21, 2000) was an American lawyer, feminist, civil rights advocate, lecturer and activist.
What you must understand is oppression does not end with the niggers. It does not end with the poor people, it doesn't end with the women, or the pregnant women. It goes on up the line to the executive who has his bag searched in the airport.
Being a mother is a noble status, right? Right. So why does it change when you put 'unwed' or 'welfare' in front of it?
I'm just a loud-mouthed middle-aged colored lady with a fused spine and three feet of intestines missing and a lot of people think I'm crazy. Maybe you do too, but I never stop to wonder why I'm not like other people. The mystery to me is why more people aren't like me.
At my age. . . I'm going to do what I want and I haven't got time for anything else.
If men could get pregnant, abortion would be a sacrament.
Here I am a woman attorney being told I can't practice law in slacks by a judge dressed in drag.
Women are dirt searchers; their greatest worth is irradicating rings on collars and tables. Never mind real-estate boards' corruption and racism, here's your soapsuds. Everything she is doing is peripheral, expendable, crucial, and non-negotiable. Cleanliness is next to godliness.
You can't dump one cup of sugar into the ocean and expect to get syrup. If everybody sweetened her own cup of water, then things would begin to change.
There's no way that I know of to avoid pain absolutely, but suffering is the interpretation we choose to place on the pain we encounter.
Trying to help an oppressed person is like trying to put your arm around somebody with a sunburn.
. . . tobacco kills 52,000 people a year from lung cancer, and there's no telling how many lives have been ruined through drinking. But to my knowledge, no one has ever died of a blow job.
I think unity is a mistake. . . . If I were the Establishment and had the big loaded guns of the various oppressive institutions. . . . I would much prefer to see one lion come through the door than 500 mice.
It's interesting to speculate how it developed that in two of the most anti-feminist institutions, the church and the law court, the men are wearing the dresses.
Nail polish or false eyelashes isn't politics. If you have good politics, what you wear is irrelevant. I don't take dictation from the pig-o-cratic style setters who say I should dress like a middle-aged lady. My politics don't depend on whether my tits are in or out of a bra.
When a system of oppression has become institutionaliz ed it is unnecessary for individuals to be oppressive
Now, see there. Just because I'm wearing my Super-Dike sweatshirt, you think I'm a lesbian. I guess if I were wearing a string of pearls, you'd think I was an oyster.
Horizontal hostility may be expressed in sibling rivalry or in competitive dueling which wrecks not only office tranquility or suburban domesticity but also some radical political groups and, it must be sadly said, some women's liberation groups. . . . [it is] misdirected anger that rightly should be focused on the external causes of oppression.
I approve of anyone wearing what the establishment says you must not wear.
Prostitutes don't sell their bodies, they rent their bodies. Housewives sell their bodies when they get married.
Oppressed people are frequently very oppressive when first liberated. They know but two positions: somebody's foot on their neck or their foot on somebody's neck.