| Irena showing Sarita some pictures. |
After all, who gets to define empowerment?
My inner struggles began as I tried to answer this question for myself as it applied to the slum women I have been working with. I felt discouraged in the beginning as I realized it was nonsensical to try to impose my definition of empowerment on these women. Their lifestyles, goals, and ideas about progress and development remained separate and distinct from my own reality in so many ways.
| Raj Kumari and Lata taking notes in class. |
I was stumped.
I realized that language has such an imprisoning effect on humanity. We are so bound by words, concepts, and ideas that must constantly be redefined, or else risk losing applicability and substance altogether.
And so I began to explore the idea of empowerment and what it meant to me...which led me to the question of what empowerment would mean for these women. It was unrealistic, after all, to expect that in spite of the undisputed language barrier between me and the women, I would be able to convey fully what my purpose here was to them...I was still exploring this myself. I emerged myself in the lives of the women. We joked, gossiped, and shared in each others insecurities and triumphs. I learned of their homes, their families, the areas in which they felt accomplished and unsuccessful. We expressed ourselves without words...as we weren't able to even if we wanted because of the English-Hindi barrier...but with signs and tones and styles and passion and emotion.
| A few of the girls (left to right): Pooja, Neetu, Krishna, Arti, Manju, and Soniya |
I saw this idea in practice in Munirka. Empowerment for Pooja, a 14 year old girl I worked closely with who is neither literate in Hindi or English, meant being able to write her own name, and her best friend's name. In Pooja's life, empowerment meant having confidence in herself, and learning that she mattered to someone outside the context of her family. To Pooja, being able to differentiate between B and D and C and G was enough to bring a smile to open her up to the possibilities before her. Before we began working together, she rarely ever communicated with anyone outside of her best friend, Shabnam. Now she has become more vocal and expressive. My point is, empowerment is different for everyone...and so creating a one size fits all formula for empowerment, development, activism, feminism, or any other concept is a distorted impression of reality.
| Mamta unscrambling the letters of the alphabet and putting them in order. |
Other women had more ambitious goals..and this is to be expected. But to me, being empowered as a woman means I have the freedom to do things that are relevant to my life without being looked down upon or dismissed. It means I can better myself and my circumstances in the ways that I desire (whether I am a CEO, a mother, a political activist, a housewife, a doctor, a daughter...in the city or as a village woman). No matter what path a woman chooses in life...empowerment means that they get to choose what matters most to them. No one else should try to define what empowerment should mean to somebody else.
My individual goals. My dreams. My beliefs. My career (or lack thereof). My life...
This is my power.
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