NOTE: In early May of 2022 a draft of Supreme Court Justice Alito’s upcoming decision to overturn Roe v. Wade was leaked to the public. At the time of this post, the final decision had yet to be rendered, but it was clear at the time of the leak, that the votes were there to make it happen.
Recently I was driving West on Interstate 80, and on the overpass at University Avenue in Berkeley, was a sign that said, “SLOUCHING TOWARD GILEAD.”
It was perhaps a reference to the final lines in William Butler Yeats’ poem, The Second Coming. It is the poem that asks, “What apocalyptic revelations await us?”
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale (published way back in 1985) takes place in a fictitious country named Gilead.
So the little sign over the highway, “Slouching Toward Gilead,” has many layers of meaning. It speaks to me as a warning, and serves as inspiration for this poem…
DEAR MARGARET ATWOOD You created a dystopian future, in "The Handmaid's Tale," a patriarchal, hetero-normative, white supremacist theocracy, where women are systematically, ritually RAPED, forced into pregnancies, forced into surrendering their babies, wanted, unwanted - it didn't matter - to the guys in charge. You thought you were writing fiction! Today, in the real world, the conservative "Christian" extremists, who sit on our highest court, blend Church and State and hurtle us toward Gilead, the Handmaids' nation, an America that has turned misogyny up to its fullest volume. Are we there yet? Tragically, yes. When did my body become anyone else's business? Oh deary - it has been someone else's business since Eve offered Adam a bite of her apple. The exception to this has been the half century since Roe v. Wade. For this brief blip in history a woman has been able to plan an education, a career, a family, a life of her own. designed by her, lived by her. Roe v. Wade wasn't just about abortion; it was about the audacity to choose differently; the audacity to use birth control, the audacity to love within one's gender, the audacity to marry outside of one's race, the audacity to not marry, the audacity to schedule motherhood, the audacity to remain childless, the utter audacity to BE a woman. I have this radical notion that we, women, are sentient, thinking beings, who can make decisions for ourselves about our lives. I'm of the generation that secured the right to choose, only to watch as it is ripped from us Again. Dear Margaret Atwood, please write us into a kinder, wiser, freer future. Write us out of Gilead, back to the shores of the Black Sea beside our Amazon sisters. We survived Gilead. We renounced Gilead. We will not slouch, We will not lean, We will not slump towards Gilead. We will resist. We will never go back.