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176 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1991
What is hell? I know it because I am here. I know it because all these women tell me they are here. Yes, the words are different—some are angry words and others are sad and sorry words. I have even heard words of praise. But, deep down, all the words tell the same story. We are slaves in the white women's kitchens.Booooy! Talk about pulling a punch, Magona really wasn't fucking around. Jumping between delicious gossip shared between two maids and heart-felt conversations, she tells us the stories of abortions, sterilizations, and having to endure sexual abuse in order to keep your work place. She tells of terrible working conditions, low wages, being constantly met with ungratitude from all sides.
They think watching their children is easy; they think it is peanut butter or jam; it is not work. That’s what they think. Shows you how much they know their children.We see a clear generational conflict, we see the younger maids wanting to better their lives by organizing support groups and boycotts, by wanting to study and leave this godforsaken town for good. Joyce's chapter was probably my favorite. Joyce was one of the younger maids who wanted to become a doctor. She was also hella feminist and full of truth!
Mornings, see all the women in their uniforms taking white children to school. What a sight; until you ask yourself who takes the black children to school.
Feminism in this country has been retarded, in part, by this paternalistic attitude of white women towards black women. How can I be a sister to my father, the white woman?I AM SHOOKETH TO MY CORE. Magona wrote this in 1991 btw, how have I not heard of her before??? Ahhh, gotta love me an intersectional feminist who isn't afraid to spit some truth. Wig? Snatchedddd.
The time the white woman is given by the black woman who works for her, that time is more than money; it is freedom to the white woman: freedom to become whatever she would become. And she fails to see her indebtedness to the black maid who asks for so little in return: freedom from want, fair wage for sweat.