I will not allow that I was moved by justice rather than love, for justice is also a form of love.
I did know about power, I did see how this world was ruled, but I did not accept it. I wanted to set an example. I wanted not to disappoint myself. But I was afraid as well as angry, in ways I felt too powerless to admit. So I did not speak of my fears but rather of my hopes. I was afraid my anger would offend others, and they would destroy me. For all my certitude, I feared I would never be strong enough to understand what would allow me to protect myself. Sometimes I had to forget that I was a woman to accomplish the best of which I was capable.
Or I would lie to myself about how complicated it is to be a woman. Thus do all women, including the author of this book. But I cannot forgive those who did not care about more than their own glory and well-being. They thought they were civilized. They were despicable. Damn them all.
MARUAH letter on recent changes to electoral procedures
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Maruah has submitted the following feedback to Elections Department of
Singapore (“ELD”) in view of the General Election due by next year, and
ELD’s announ...
5 months ago
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