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“My grandmother and my two aunts were an exhibition in resilience and resourcefulness and black womanhood. They rarely talked about the unfairness of the world with the words that I use now with my social justice friends, words like "intersectionality" and "equality", "oppression", and "discrimination". They didn't discuss those things because they were too busy living it, navigating it, surviving it.”

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Janet Mock
Janet Mock

Janet Mock is a writer, actress, and activist known for her profound insights into gender, race, and identity. She gained widespread attention for her memoir, 'Red Hair Girl,' which details her journey from a transgender woman to a public figure. more

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