The first step is to measure whatever can be easily measured. This is OK as far as it goes. The second step is to disregard that which can't be easily measured or to give it an arbitrary quantitative value. This is artificial and misleading. The third step is to presume that what can't be measured easily really isn't important. This is blindness. The fourth step is to say that what can't be easily measured really doesn't exist. This is suicide.
I do get a sense sometimes now among certain young people, and this is accelerated by social media, there is this sense sometimes of: "The way of me making change is to be as judgmental as possible about other people - and that’s enough." Like, if I tweet or hashtag about how you didn’t do something right or used the wrong verb, then I can sit back and feel pretty good about myself, cause, "Man, you see how woke I was, I called you out!' [...] That’s not activism. That’s not bringing about change. You know, if all you’re doing is casting stones, you’re probably not going to get that far. That’s easy to do.
If it had not been for these things, I might have lived out my life talking at street corners to scorning men. I might have died, unmarked, unknown, a failure. Now we are not a failure. This is our career and our triumph. Never in our full life could we hope to do such work for tolerance, for justice, for man's understanding of man as now we do by accident. Our words — our lives — our pains — nothing! The taking of our lives — lives of a good shoemaker and a poor fish-peddler — all! That last moment belongs to us — that agony is our triumph.
Nice people made the best Nazis. My mom grew up next to them. They got along, refused to make waves, looked the other way when things got ugly and focused on happier things than ‘politics.' They were lovely people who turned their heads as their neighbors were dragged away. You know who weren’t nice people? Resisters.
Ich fühle, dass Gott meinen Körper perfekt gemacht hat, so wie ich geboren wurde. Dann haben Männer mich beraubt, meine Kraft genommen und mich als Krüppel zurückgelassen. Meine Weiblichkeit wurde gestohlen. Wenn Gott gewollt hätte, dass diese Teile meines Körpers fehlen, warum hat er sie dann geschaffen? Ich bete, dass eines Tages keine Frau mehr diese Schmerzen erleiden muss. Es wird eine abgetane Sache sein. Leute werden sagen: "Hast du gehört dass weibliche Genitalverstümmelung in Solamia verboten wurde?" Dann das nächste Land, und das nächste, und so weiter, bis die Welt für alle Frauen sicher ist. Was für ein glücklicher Tag das sein wird, und er ist das, worauf ich hinarbeite. In'shallah, wenn Gott will, wird es geschehen.
“I feel that God made my body perfect the way I was born. Then man robbed me, took away my power, and left me a cripple. My womanhood was stolen. If God had wanted those body parts missing, why did he create them? I just pray that one day no woman will have to experience this pain. It will become a thing of the past. People will say "Did you hear, female genital mutilation has been outlawed in Somalia?" Then the next country, and the next, and so on, until the world is safe for all women. What a happy day that will be, and that's what I'm working toward. In'shallah, if God is willing, it will happen.
Anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that 'my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.'