Woman is my slave name;
feminism will give me freedom to seek some other identity altogether.
–Ann Snitow, “A Gender Diary,” Conflicts in Feminism
Crouching behind a wooden barrier, 27-year-old Sergeant Sara Delawar fires her M-4 rifle at a target showing the silhouette of a man, part of a training exercise for Afghan special forces.
Anxious to defuse tensions stoked by foreign male soldiers raiding Afghans’ homes at night in what is a conservative Muslim country, Afghanistan has begun training elite female troops to join Afghan male soldiers on operations.
“Before we joined this unit, our operations were done by foreign troops and they did not know our culture. People were critical so we joined to help out,” Delawar, a former policewoman in Jowzjan province, said.
The program began two months ago and drew women from the Tajik, Uzbek, Turkmen and Hazara ethnic groups, but not from the Pashtun where the Taliban recruit most of their fighters.
Feminism is a foreign concept to me. Not because I treat women well, which I do, but because of the anger I see in it. I like quoting feminist thinkers. Perhaps we live in new times, but I find their sayings hysterical.
Take Ann Snitow above. She thinks she is going to get away from being a woman?
No, the one seeking a new identity altogether is the (female) special forces soldier. That takes real guts and not just accusatory histrionics.