pix of Betty Crocker A Black Woman Speaks. . . Of White Womanhood Of White Supremacy Of Peace (the inimitable - Beah Richard) It is right that I a woman black, should speak of white womanhood. My fathers my brothers my husbands my sons die for it; because of it. And their blood chilled in electric chairs, stopped by hangman's noose, cooked by lynch mobs' fire, spilled by white supremacist mad desire to kill for profit, gives me that right. I would that I could speak of white womanhood as it will and should be when it stands tall in full equality. But then, womanhood will be womanhood void of color and of class, and all necessity for my speaking thus will be past. Gladly past. But now, since 'tis deemed a thing apart supreme, I must in searching honesty report how it seems to me. White womanhood stands in bloodied skirt and willing slavery reaching out adulterous hand killing mine and crushing me. What then is this superior thing that in order to be sustained must needs fee...
