I cannot imagine a human being who was born with the world stacked against her like she was. Yet there was that stirring of the spirit that asserted her basic right to respect as a human being. She challenged life itself, with the cry, ain't I a human being?
She was born a slave, a woman, a negro, in
Each fact is like a nail into a coffin, trying to tie her down to a life of despair and servitude.
She had 13 children, most sold into slavery. She was poor as dirt.
She was freed, and took to asserting the rights of freed men, and women at that time. I am a gay man. African. Born in the 20th century. The world is rosy for me in relation to Sojourner Truth. I have to assert my basic right to humanity, just like Sojourner Truth did against a society which degraded her as a slave, black, a woman, and poor.
Check out her biography on Wikipedia. And the speech that I am speaking about, a stirring, emotional, bald and forceful assertion of humanity and equality against overwhelming odds. And they were overwhelming odds. Read it in poetry form.
Nothing is more stirring to me, nothing more inspiring, than the story of this woman born to slavery.
I was born a free man. I was born with innumerable advantages compared to her. Yet I do have to assert my humanity in the face flak because I am homosexual.
I am a gay human being.
I have to note, and assert, and cry, ‘Ain’t I human?’ ‘Ain’t I a gay human?’ ‘Ain’t I a human being?’
We should adopt and adapt
‘Aint I a woman?’ to
‘Aint I human?’
Same thought, same fire;
‘Aint I a gay human?’
PS. Cindy, that poem is a must read for you. And for every woman in Africa.
A must read for every human being that is thought to be less than so all over the world. "Aren't I human?"
Check out the poem here.