Writing Women began as a love letter to women from the Global South who wrote, recited, sang, inked, and stitched the stories of their lives into record. These stories are so often erased, or buried under a whole lot of history about straight white men, (and a few white women). But when we sought out these stories, we found incredible legacies of radical resistance, loving sisterhood, and solidarities across landscape and language. The more we learnt, the more hopeful and imaginative we became in building radical, loving futures.  

The uncaring mechanics of patriarchy, colonialism and capitalism come undone with imagination. We are conditioned to think it is silly, naive and at best, unfeasible to imagine a more caring, loving world. But you simply have to read of Savitribai Phule and Fatima Sheik changing the course of education in India, or of Wangari Mathai’s green belt movement, or of Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera’s Trans rights work, or of Leila Khaled’s armed resistance in Palestine, or of female trade unions and Anarchist Cholas in Bolivia, or of Parveena Ahangar and the foundational work of the APDP in Kashmir, or of LaDonna Brave Bull Allard and the water protectors at Standing Rock. If you peel through the insidious invisibilizing work of colonial histories, you will find that this list is unending.  Because collective organizing has always happened, has always changed things we believed were unchangeable, and always will.