"I think," a young woman named Maya started, her voice trembling, "that I am more than a supporting character in someone else’s life." That was the spark.
The world looked at them and saw "troublemakers." But inside their meetings, they saw architects. They were thinking about a world where a daughter’s birth was celebrated as loudly as a son’s. They were thinking about a future where "equality" wasn't a slogan, but a lived reality. Feminists: What Were They Thinking?
In that room, the thoughts became plans. They organized childcare cooperatives so mothers could finish school. They drafted letters to legislatures demanding equal pay. They opened shelters in the middle of the night for women with nowhere else to go. "I think," a young woman named Maya started,