For years I found it vaguely frustrating that I could find feminists everywhere but in the feminist movement. Feminists were chaining themselves to conveyor belts in protest against the logging of old growth forests, struggling to keep beached whales and dolphins alive and shepherd them back to deep water, throwing themselves under the wheels of lorries taking weanling calves to slaughter in mainland Europe and blockading ships transporting Australian sheep to be butchered in the Middle East. The women who turned up at the US army base at Greenham Common on 5 September 1981 called themselves ‘Women ...
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