Nicole Wang
Today, we not only mourn a life, we mourn a fighter; competitor in the war for human rights. This war; this battle. What is it, really? Minutes after her announced death, everyone rushes to call her a fighter. But why? Even in death the human sees life in terms of battle. Fighting, fighting, fighting. Sweet, powerful, ruthless, Ginsburg will be remembered as a person who fought endlessly, tirelessly; to the day she died; to the day when she was stronger than most, if not all, at her weakest point. A role model for all, fighting, fighting in such a manmade war: Women Vs. Men; Gay Vs. Straight; Coloured Vs. Bleached; Body Vs. Mind; Life Vs, Liberty. It is not about politics anymore; it is about hope and strength. As soon as I open my phone, I see a post saying, “And now we fight. For Ruth Bader Ginsburg. We fight. Just like she did.” This generation was born to be soldiers. From birth we fight to win wars we never wanted; to win prizes we should have already had; to win just to settle. From birth we have been drowning, fighting against the tide of white supremacy, hate, and love. Scrupulously, we dance; play in this game programmed for us to lose. We don’t do it just for Ginsburg, but for ourselves.
Isn’t is so gut-wrenchingly insane how this war was started by the same men in looks as the ones who will decide the fate following her death? Once again, the fate of women is in the hands of men. Once again, the future of the brown, black, and all muted tones in the mosaic of white-washed history, will be decided by white men. This world we live in is so convoluted and twisted, that is, if Franz Kafka himself could possibly begin to know what oppression is for, define for, a woman, for a human, as a white, straight man. Look at our upcoming presidential election, the one dear Ginsburg will not be replaced by until fairer eyes look upon the future of America; we have two white, straight men who were born in a generation so unlike ours, that they were able to grow into livelihood without facing torment of what is considered politics. As straight, cis, Christian, white men they were not born to fight like we were. They were not born to fight like Ginsburg was. They had time to develop arrogance and pride, we had time to learn our place. They were not born to be remembered as fighters because our world does not require straight, cis, Christian, white men to fight. We were born to struggle because our world requires us to lose a part of who we are to gain freedom for us all.
Ginsburg was a legend; a true feminist icon. However, we cannot make the same mistakes as the ones before us. While a heroine of our generation and lifelong protector of human rights, Ginsburg maintained a strong colonist ideal which is shown in her attitude towards the indigenous people (Sherill Vs. Oneida). I say this to not insult the dead, but to show the young girls and boys who look up to her that they can be like her and more. Everyone’s character can survive improvement and it is important as historians, as scientists, that we do not shape history to support our own ideals. It is our responsibility, as a unit, to not simply revere our icons as obsequious, mindless followers, but to question the ethics of those who symbolize a morally just future.
Ginsburg was extraordinary in the fight for women’s rights She went places no one else did; she set a precedent for what could be done. Ruth Bader Ginsburg gave her life to help women break down the walls fenced by snivelling men. She is a legacy; a feminist symbol for young, innocent girls born to change what is wrong; what is unjust. She was powerful, liberal, radical; terms meant for people who live their life for the dream of justice. I’d not falter to call her Herculean if such greek myths did not depict powerful women as evil and loving ones as weak. She is her own story, rounding out the epic poem told by the Iliad of other awe-inspiring women.
Ginsburg has saved my life, the life of my family, and the life of so many women born into traditional misogyny. Specifically for me, her representation of Goldfarb in Califano Vs. Goldfarb allowed widowers, like my father, to receive social security benefits for their families after their wives have passed. She inadvertently put my sister through college without financial struggle, allowed my scared friends to get abortions, supported the dream of marriage for my gay friends, and taught billions what is it like to fight for change. She was not perfect, not close. But she was a hero to so many and we must acknowledge her as such.
How will historians remember this day? How will historians remember this year? Will they forget her like they did so many powerful women before her? No, they will not, they cannot, because we, the generation of soldiers, of fighters, will not let them. We will share her story. Her mistakes, her triumphs, her hopes, and regrets. We will push her radical goal of equality until there are 9 women justices; until 9 women justices is no longer a radical idea. We will fight until the thirst for war is over, Until we, as strong, powerful, radical, liberal, women, can die not as a martyr for a cause, but as a peaceful soul; until strong, powerful, radical women are awarded so commonly, it is the norm. Rest in peace, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, we will soldier on in your name.