Tomorrow, I will be married.
Tomorrow, June 22, 2018, I will marry Charles Chabetaye
Dabah. I will take him as my partner in marriage.
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| Charles and me in June 2017 when we decided to get married. |
I have struggled long and hard with the concept of marriage,
with the idea of being a wife and having a husband. While that is not the
language we choose for ourselves, those are the loaded terms that society will
now assign to us.
I have so much internalized baggage. Since I was a young
girl, I’ve always felt I had to prove myself. To be strong and to keep up with the boys. And
at the same time, to be soft and weak, a damsel in distress for some man to
swoop in and save me. For years, even though my parents celebrated my intellect
and the kind of person I was in the world, I still measured my worth based on
if boys were attracted to me.
I have many fears about being married, chief among them is
that I will suddenly become a 1950s house wife. (I have tremendous
respect for women who make it their full-time job to care for their families
and household because that is full-time, often thankless, definitely
undervalued work…, but right now that is not a path that appeals to me.) I fear
that I will become domesticated and leave the public arena. I fear not being
able to achieve what others expect of me as a married woman, even if I reject
their expectations. I fear that getting married will make me weak, dependent on
a man for financial and emotional support, a signal to the outside world that I
cannot survive on my own. I fear that marriage means I need a man and that that
makes me weak, that I am failing to be a strong woman. I fear that I’ve tricked
Charles into loving me, that someday he will wake up and be disgusted by me.
My fears are rooted in a culture of toxic masculinity, misogyny,
patriarchy and sexism. A culture that celebrates toughness and admonishes
vulnerability. A culture that values physical strength not emotional
intelligence. A culture that values rugged individualism and rejects
connections and interdependence. A culture that says love is weak.
That is not a culture that I want to contribute to. Instead,
I have come to see that loving Charles, and loving anyone for that matter, is
one of the boldest, strongest, bravest things I can do. It requires such an
extreme level of vulnerability. To love that which you could, and definitely will
someday, lose. To let yourself be loved in return and to trust that you are
worthy of love. These are incredibly fierce acts. Looking at marriage through
that lens, it becomes, for me, an act of strength, not an admission of
weakness.
I love doing what is not expected of me. And so for many
years I rebelled against the idea of getting married. It’s the assumed path for
many women, especially white, middle-class women. But recent comments suggest
that perhaps by getting married, I am actually doing what is not expected of me
– me as a feminist, an organizer in the movement. One younger female organizer
was excited for me and proclaimed a how big a deal it is when someone in the
movement gets married. Another woman asked if people were surprised I’m getting
married because she sees me as a fierce feminist who doesn’t need the
institution of marriage.
And perhaps that is what is most exciting to me. I don’t
need marriage, but I am actively choosing marriage. Choosing to create a legally
and religiously recognized partnership. I want to queer up our marriage. We get
to make it what we want it to be. While there are many rules that govern the
institution of marriage, I also know that rules are meant to be broken. And in
reality, there are no rules. I am
excited to transform the expectations of the institution of marriage from the
inside.
As I’ve wrestled with this decision, I have come to these
conclusions: I can still be fierce while loving others and letting myself be
loved. In fact, those acts make me fierce. I have come to see that love, that
unconditional love, makes me more able to go out every day and contribute to
the movement for justice and fairness. It gives me strength and makes me more
able to bring more joy into this world.

Congratulations, Hannah & Charles!
ReplyDeleteWow, Hannah. Mazel Tov, and that was so beautifully written. Thank you for being so inspiring!
ReplyDeleteGood stuff, Hannah. Happy for you two.
ReplyDeletemazel tov Hannah! well said...another sign of progress is just being able to choose from some options what feels right for you.
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