My Mom Was An Underground Railroad For Abused Women: What She Taught Me About Feminism And Fear

The writer reflects on what her mom did to help others:

“As a child, I didn’t understand most of the midnight phone calls to my mom, or the times women would come over with children in tow, sometimes even in pajamas, and I would be told to go entertain them while Mama ensconced herself in her bedroom with their mother.

“Once, my mom spotted a bruised woman with three children holding a cardboard sign in the Wal-Mart parking lot. It was pouring down rain. I was seven.

“‘Stay in the car,’ she said, locking me in. She went to talk to the woman.”

Source: XOJane
Published: Jan 3, 2013
Length: 9 minutes (2,259 words)
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