I arrived on the island of Grenada in January 1979, just in time for their first revolution. Maurice Bishop brought the Cubans and communism to Grenada.
Over the months and years that I lived there, I noticed something that he did not bring to Grenada, and that was hope. Every holiday was called something like Bloody Monday or Murderous Friday. The celebrations in Grenada were not happy celebrations and I knew in time that people would not be able to live forever in that environment.
I often think back to Grenada when I hear about the #MeToo movement and the victimhood basis of intersectionalism.
Beliefs that make being a victim a good thing are, in my opinion, very bad. When a person thinks of themselves as a victim, it does not give them strength or hope.
Yes, people are victimised all of the time, but you do not have to believe that for the rest of your life you are defined as a victim.
I was born a woman, but no matter what kinds of difficulties that presented to me in my profession, I was not going to tolerate sexual harassment in any form, even if that meant getting a lawyer when I needed to on more than one occasion.
Instead of people looking at how they can be labeled a victim, how about looking at what makes you a wonderful human being and being proud of that? Because in the end, people are not going to remember what kind of victim you were, but what good things you accomplished during your lifetime.