Amy King recently posted a link to a short version of "War Zone" by Maggie Hadleigh-West, and it brought back for me how long it took me to listen to my own sister's feminist discourse around our dining room table, when she was both empowered by and hemmed in by the Dominican nuns at her high school. When we think of our own streets not simply as a "homefront," but also as a kind of battlefront, we begin to reconfigure our sense about where and how the violence "over there" is also eminently "right here." In this clip, you'll see how quickly the men shift from anonymous aggressors to embarrassed and stunned objects of attention.
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