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thepeoplesrecord:

10 intriguing female revolutionaries that you didn’t learn about in history class
August 24, 2014

We all know male revolutionaries like Che Guevara, but history often tends to gloss over the contributions of female revolutionaries that have sacrificed their time, efforts, and lives to work towards burgeoning systems and ideologies. Despite misconceptions, there are tons of women that have participated in revolutions throughout history, with many of them playing crucial roles. They may come from different points on the political spectrum, with some armed with weapons and some armed with nothing but a pen, but all fought hard for something that they believed in.

Let’s take a look at 10 of these female revolutionaries from all over the world that you probably won’t ever see plastered across a college student’s T-shirt.

Nadezhda Krupskaya
Many people know Nadezhda Krupskaya simply as Vladimir Lenin’s wife, but Nadezhda was a Bolshevik revolutionary and politician in her own right. She was heavily involved in a variety of political activities, including serving as the Soviet Union’s Deputy Minister of Education from 1929 until her death in 1939, and a number of educational pursuits. Prior to the revolution, she served as secretary of the Iskra group, managing continent-wide correspondence, much of which had to be decoded. After the revolution, she dedicated her life to improving education opportunities for workers and peasants, for example by striving to make libraries available to everyone.

Constance Markievicz
Constance Markievicz (née Gore-Booth) was an Anglo-Irish Countess, Sinn Féin and Fianna Fáil politician, revolutionary nationalist, suffragette and socialist. She participated in many Irish independence efforts, including the Easter Rising of 1916, in which she had a leadership role. During the Rising, she wounded a British sniper before being forced to retreat and surrender. After, she was the only woman out of 70 to be put into solitary confinement. She was sentenced to death, but was pardoned based on her gender. Interestingly, the prosecuting counsel claimed that she begged “I am only a woman, you cannot shoot a woman”, while court records show she said “I do wish your lot had the decency to shoot me”. Constance was one of the first women in the world to hold a cabinet position (Minister for Labour of the Irish Republic, 1919–1922), and she was also the first woman elected to the British House of Commons (December 1918)—a position which she rejected due to the Sinn Féin abstentionist policy.

Petra Herrera
During the Mexican Revolution, female soldiers known as soldaderas went into combat along with the men although they often faced abuse. One of the most well-known of the soldaderas was Petra Herrera, who disguised her gender and went by the name “Pedro Herrera”. As Pedro, she established her reputation by demonstrating exemplary leadership (and blowing up bridges) and was able to reveal her gender in time. She participated in the second battle of Torreón on May 30, 1914 along with about 400 other women, even being named by some as being deserving of full credit for the battle. Unfortunately, Pancho Villa was likely unwilling to give credit to a woman and did not promote her to General. In response, Petra left Villa’s forces and formed her own all-woman brigade.

Nwanyeruwa
Nwanyeruwa, an Igbo woman in Nigeria, sparked a short war that is often called the first major challenge to British authority in West Africa during the colonial period. On November 18, 1929, an argument between Nwanyeruwa and a census man named Mark Emereuwa broke out after he told her to “count her goats, sheep and people.” Understanding this to mean she would be taxed (traditionally, women were not charged taxes), she discussed the situation with the other women and protests, deemed the Women’s War, began to occur over the course of two months. About 25,000 women all over the region were involved, protesting both the looming tax changes and the unrestricted power of the Warrant Chiefs. In the end, women’s position were greatly improved, with the British dropping their tax plans, as well as the forced resignation of many Warrant Chiefs.

Lakshmi Sehgal
Lakshmi Sahgal, colloquially known as “Captain Lakshmi”, was a revolutionary of the Indian independence movement, an officer of the Indian National Army, and later, the Minister of Women’s Affairs in the Azad Hind government. In the 40s, she commanded the Rani of Jhansi Regiment, an all-women regiment that aimed to overthrow British Raj in colonial India. The regiment was one of the very few all-female combat regiments of WWII on any side, and was named after another renowned female revolutionary in Indian history, Rani Lakshmibai, who was one of the leading figures of the Indian Rebellion of 1857.

Sophie Scholl
German revolutionary Sophie Scholl was a founding member of the non-violent Nazi resistance group The White Rose, which advocated for active resistance to Hitler’s regime through an anonymous leaflet and graffiti campaign. In February of 1943, she and other members were arrested for handing out leaflets at the University of Munich and sentenced to death by guillotine. Copies of the leaflet, retitled The Manifesto of the Students of Munich, were smuggled out of the country and millions were air-dropped over Germany by Allied forces later that year.

Blanca Canales
Blanca Canales was a Puerto Rican Nationalist who helped organize the Daughters of Freedom, the women’s branch of the Puerto Rican Nationalist Party. She was one of the few women in history to have led a revolt against the United States, known as the Jayuya Uprising. In 1948, a severely restricting bill known as the Gag Bill, or Law 53, was introduced that made it a crime to print, publish, sell, or exhibit any material intended to paralyze or destroy the insular government. In response, the Nationalists starting planning armed revolution. On October 30, 1950, Blanca and others took up arms which she had stored in her home and marched into the town of Jayuya, taking over the police station, burning down the post office, cutting the telephone wires, and raising the Puerto Rican flag in defiance of the Gag Law. As a result, the US President declared martial law and ordered Army and Air Force attacks on the town. The Nationalists held on for awhile, but were arrested and sentenced to life in prison after 3 days. Much of Jayuya was destroyed, and the incident was not fairly covered by US media, with the US President even saying it was “an incident between Puerto Ricans.”

Celia Sanchez
Most people know Fidel Castro and Che Guevara, but fewer people have heard of Celia Sanchez, the woman at the heart of the Cuban Revolution who has even been rumored to be the main decision-maker. After the March 10, 1952 coup, Celia joined the struggle against the Batista government. She was a founder of the 26th of July Movement, leader of combat squads throughout the revolution, controlled group resources, and even made the arrangements for the Granma landing, which transported 82 fighters from Mexico to Cuba in order to overthrow Batista. After the revolution, Celia remained with Castro until her death.

Kathleen Neal Cleaver
Kathleen Neal Cleaver was a member of the Black Panther Party and the first female member of the Party’s decision-making body. She served as spokesperson and press secretary and organized the national campaign to free the Party’s minister of defense, Huey Newton, who had been jailed. She and other women, such as Angela Davis, made up around 2/3 of the Party at one point, despite the notion that the BPP was overwhelmingly masculine.

Asmaa Mahfouz
Asmaa Mahfouz is a modern-day revolutionary who is credited with sparking the January 2011 uprising in Egypt through a video blog post encouraging others to join her in protest in Tahrir Square. She is considered one of the leaders of the Egyptian Revolution and is a prominent member of Egypt’s Coalition of the Youth of the Revolution.

These 10 women are but the tip of the iceberg when it comes to female revolutionaries. Let us know who you’d like to see in a list of female revolutionaries.

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chubby-bunnies:

hello!! i am a US size 16-18 and i have only recently started to slowly love my body and try and spread body positive vibes around!

chubby-bunnies:

hello!! i am a US size 16-18 and i have only recently started to slowly love my body and try and spread body positive vibes around!

blackfashion:

Design Label: RIS/RYN created by Taryn Andre & Charity Harris
Shot by: Exquisite Eye
Artist Statement
Punk is not dead. It’s Organic. The Spring/Summer 2015 collection was birthed by two unique thought processes, working together under the influence of one prominent inspiration; Nature.  Modern and minimal silhouettes were combined with design elements that were a bit rough and rugged through the use of natural fabrics, patchwork, shredding, unusual patternmaking , and natural dye techniques. 
The purpose of this collection is to re-inject art, quality and longevity back into clothing; important characteristics that seem to be devalued and diluted by the dominating force of fast fashion. 
Organic punk is about women returning to the root of who they really are. It is about the woman reassessing and reconstructing her sense of self while taking the initiative to live by her own rules, and doing what empowers her as an individual. It is this kind of progressive and forward thinking that we wanted to display within each piece of the collection. 
 - RIS/RYN

blackfashion:

Design Label: RIS/RYN created by Taryn Andre & Charity Harris

Shot by: Exquisite Eye

Artist Statement

Punk is not dead. It’s Organic. The Spring/Summer 2015 collection was birthed by two unique thought processes, working together under the influence of one prominent inspiration; Nature.  Modern and minimal silhouettes were combined with design elements that were a bit rough and rugged through the use of natural fabrics, patchwork, shredding, unusual patternmaking , and natural dye techniques. 

The purpose of this collection is to re-inject art, quality and longevity back into clothing; important characteristics that seem to be devalued and diluted by the dominating force of fast fashion. 

Organic punk is about women returning to the root of who they really are. It is about the woman reassessing and reconstructing her sense of self while taking the initiative to live by her own rules, and doing what empowers her as an individual. It is this kind of progressive and forward thinking that we wanted to display within each piece of the collection. 

 - RIS/RYN

fuckyeahlavernecox:

Just received my copy of I Am Jazz! Found a quote by Laverne in it… :) 

I Am Jazz is the story of a transgender child based on the real-life experience of Jazz Jennings, who has become a spokesperson for trans kids everywhere.

Trigger Warning: eating disorders
So ive wanted to do this for a long time, but I was scared. Scared of what people would think, say, feel. But I have a story to tell and I think its time I told it.
So my names Savannah, when I was 17 years old I developed Anorexia with Bulimic Tendencies, Through extensive counseling and a 58 day stay at a treatment center called Remuda Ranch I was able to curb my urges and get back to a healthy lifestyle. The bio in my blog is currently 10 months Eating Disorder free. But thats not true. Because while you mat not be partaking in behaviors, once this disease controlls you your never tuly free of it. BUT THATS NOT THE POINT!! The point is pushing past the voices, feelings, hurt, and negative thoughts. I will never be 100% free of Anorexia because through the hard times Ive been able to become someone new. Someone free! I also suffer from SH but its getting better and I dont partake in it anymore! My scars dont define me, they show me what I dont want to become again! Thanks for reading:)
- Savannah xx
follow me if youd like support in your journey back to a healthy life
http://daylight-shiningthrough.tumblr.com
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!!

Trigger Warning: eating disorders

So ive wanted to do this for a long time, but I was scared. Scared of what people would think, say, feel. But I have a story to tell and I think its time I told it.

So my names Savannah, when I was 17 years old I developed Anorexia with Bulimic Tendencies, Through extensive counseling and a 58 day stay at a treatment center called Remuda Ranch I was able to curb my urges and get back to a healthy lifestyle. The bio in my blog is currently 10 months Eating Disorder free. But thats not true. Because while you mat not be partaking in behaviors, once this disease controlls you your never tuly free of it. BUT THATS NOT THE POINT!! The point is pushing past the voices, feelings, hurt, and negative thoughts. I will never be 100% free of Anorexia because through the hard times Ive been able to become someone new. Someone free! I also suffer from SH but its getting better and I dont partake in it anymore! My scars dont define me, they show me what I dont want to become again! Thanks for reading:)

- Savannah xx

follow me if youd like support in your journey back to a healthy life

http://daylight-shiningthrough.tumblr.com

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!!

last saturday I woke up and did my makeup and sat on my bed looking at me. really l o o k i n g at me.
and I cried. and not for the reasons society would have me cry. I cried for my body & the way I have treated her, shamed her, beat her down.
No More. Time to own this body of mine. Wont you try too?
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

last saturday I woke up and did my makeup and sat on my bed looking at me. really l o o k i n g at me.

and I cried. and not for the reasons society would have me cry. I cried for my body & the way I have treated her, shamed her, beat her down.

No More. Time to own this body of mine. Wont you try too?

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

(Trigger Warning: eating disorders, self hate, harassment, warped body image)
Hello! This is my first time posting on SHYB, but I have been following for awhile now and feel ready to share. Hopefully this might help someone as so many of the posts on here have helped me pursue self-love.
 There is never a time in my life that I can remember feeling absolutely comfortable and accepting of my body. I started gaining weight when I was a young kid, a result of comfort eating after our mom passed away, combined with a preference for art, reading, and video games over sports, and just generally having a stout/sturdy body type. I was also quite clumsy. I was teased and humiliated constantly, by some of my family members as well as the other kids at school, for being fat, clumsy, and nerdy. I had a few close friends that stuck by me.Then I hit puberty early, and by the time I was 12 years old was still pudgy, but it had turned into an hourglass figure, and some of the teasing took on a sexual tone. MASSIVELY confusing! My poor brain! I voluntarily switched schools for high school to one that offered accelerated courses and a fantastic art program. It was exciting, but I dealt with the feelings of change and loneliness through restricting my eating and purging when I did eat. I lost a lot of weight, weakened my immune system, and was ill for the better part of a year. My older sister and her friends stepped in and made me get help, and I think they probably saved my life. As I got healthier through high school I met friends that I still am close to today, that were also outsiders, smart, creative, feminist, queer, political, and motivated to live on their terms. It was the first time I felt good about who I was, inside and out.
 Fast forward to where I am now, and last weekend when I took this picture. My body, at 30 years old. So much has happened and it has fluctuated with these changes. I started working physical labour jobs at 19, discovered a love of dancing at parties and concerts, bought a bicycle at 23, began hiking and camping, swimming in the ocean at our city’s clothing optional beach, backpacked through south east Asia for two and a half months, got tattooed, shaved my head and grew my hair long again. The last year has been tough though. I became less active for a stretch, and my muscles softened and developed curves, which for me is uncomfortable.This has triggered what might best be described as body dysmorphia, When I look in the mirror, I feel like none of my parts fit together, and it can trigger anxiety and depression.Fortunately I have a circle of amazing and supportive friends and family, and a partner who is great at relieving my anxieties with love, humor, and affection. I just finished my first level of carpentry certification, and can feel and see the muscles coming back. Most importantly, I know what I am capable of, that I can build, create, and nurture. The same hands that are beat up and calloused from a day of work make the most delicious meals for myself and others. My big arm muscles that I used to hate because I thought that they looked odd when I want to dress femme can do all the heavy lifting, and also wrap warmly around my loved ones.
 Now I look back on all of this, at my life, at my experience of existing in this body, and you know what? I find a blessing in it, as painful as the teasing was, I had opportunities to develop my brain and creativity when I escaped into books and art. I now realize that my worth is not based on my looks, and that I have found immense satisfaction in pushing myself to learn, explore, and try new things, physically and mentally. And my body? Yes, I can see some beauty there, now. It might be different from society’s standards, but that is what makes it special and unique, and the trick is to embrace the aesthetics that make ME feel good and sexy, strong and awesome, and most importantly, comfortable in my own skin.
 Because I am awesome. And so are you, and so is everyone. There is no shortage, we don’t have to compete. We do have to stop beating ourselves up and comparing ourselves to narrow, superficial ideals. Thank you, sorry for the long rant! :-P But this site has done so much to help me through tough times, I wish something like SHYB had existed when I was a teenager. Stay strong, stay true, and be excellent to each other! Feel free to say hi, I love to meet new people and share stories, art, recipes, and good/bad jokes!
Much Love.
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

(Trigger Warning: eating disorders, self hate, harassment, warped body image)

Hello! This is my first time posting on SHYB, but I have been following for awhile now and feel ready to share. Hopefully this might help someone as so many of the posts on here have helped me pursue self-love.

 There is never a time in my life that I can remember feeling absolutely comfortable and accepting of my body. I started gaining weight when I was a young kid, a result of comfort eating after our mom passed away, combined with a preference for art, reading, and video games over sports, and just generally having a stout/sturdy body type. I was also quite clumsy. I was teased and humiliated constantly, by some of my family members as well as the other kids at school, for being fat, clumsy, and nerdy. I had a few close friends that stuck by me.Then I hit puberty early, and by the time I was 12 years old was still pudgy, but it had turned into an hourglass figure, and some of the teasing took on a sexual tone. MASSIVELY confusing! My poor brain! I voluntarily switched schools for high school to one that offered accelerated courses and a fantastic art program. It was exciting, but I dealt with the feelings of change and loneliness through restricting my eating and purging when I did eat. I lost a lot of weight, weakened my immune system, and was ill for the better part of a year. My older sister and her friends stepped in and made me get help, and I think they probably saved my life. As I got healthier through high school I met friends that I still am close to today, that were also outsiders, smart, creative, feminist, queer, political, and motivated to live on their terms. It was the first time I felt good about who I was, inside and out.

 Fast forward to where I am now, and last weekend when I took this picture. My body, at 30 years old. So much has happened and it has fluctuated with these changes. I started working physical labour jobs at 19, discovered a love of dancing at parties and concerts, bought a bicycle at 23, began hiking and camping, swimming in the ocean at our city’s clothing optional beach, backpacked through south east Asia for two and a half months, got tattooed, shaved my head and grew my hair long again. The last year has been tough though. I became less active for a stretch, and my muscles softened and developed curves, which for me is uncomfortable.This has triggered what might best be described as body dysmorphia, When I look in the mirror, I feel like none of my parts fit together, and it can trigger anxiety and depression.Fortunately I have a circle of amazing and supportive friends and family, and a partner who is great at relieving my anxieties with love, humor, and affection. I just finished my first level of carpentry certification, and can feel and see the muscles coming back. Most importantly, I know what I am capable of, that I can build, create, and nurture. The same hands that are beat up and calloused from a day of work make the most delicious meals for myself and others. My big arm muscles that I used to hate because I thought that they looked odd when I want to dress femme can do all the heavy lifting, and also wrap warmly around my loved ones.

 Now I look back on all of this, at my life, at my experience of existing in this body, and you know what? I find a blessing in it, as painful as the teasing was, I had opportunities to develop my brain and creativity when I escaped into books and art. I now realize that my worth is not based on my looks, and that I have found immense satisfaction in pushing myself to learn, explore, and try new things, physically and mentally. And my body? Yes, I can see some beauty there, now. It might be different from society’s standards, but that is what makes it special and unique, and the trick is to embrace the aesthetics that make ME feel good and sexy, strong and awesome, and most importantly, comfortable in my own skin.

 Because I am awesome. And so are you, and so is everyone. There is no shortage, we don’t have to compete. We do have to stop beating ourselves up and comparing ourselves to narrow, superficial ideals. Thank you, sorry for the long rant! :-P But this site has done so much to help me through tough times, I wish something like SHYB had existed when I was a teenager. Stay strong, stay true, and be excellent to each other! Feel free to say hi, I love to meet new people and share stories, art, recipes, and good/bad jokes!

Much Love.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!