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Ready for Revelation – 1 PoV by 1 PoC

I originally wrote this post for Ordain Women. It explains one of the reasons I support women’s ordination. This was originally posted on OrdainWomen.org on February 1, 2016. 

The story of black women within the Mormon church has often been ignored. Instead, we focus on those whose oppressions are easily categorized without intersections. The racial oppression of black men through their exclusion of the Priesthood and the pious suffering of white women as they endured the sacrifices and the sexism of polygamy take center stage. At best, black women are a distant afterthought.

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Finding Mis Abuelitas

Sixteen years ago, prompted by a line in my patriarchal blessing, I signed up to take a family history class at BYU. The first day of class, the professor asked us each to introduce ourselves and our goals for the semester. One by one my classmates shared their ambitions to learn more about pioneer ancestors who settled towns in Utah or Idaho. With a healthy sense of humor and self-acceptance, I stood and semi-joked, “I’d really just like to trace my father’s family back to legitimate births.”

There are pockets of pioneer ancestry tucked into my lineage.  There’s a street in historic Nauvoo that shares my mother’s maiden name. But the family stories that dominate my sense of identity are conspicuously lacking in quilts and covered wagons. And, my father’s side especially—the Mexican side of the family—has always been the stumpy side of the family tree. Continue reading

Missing the Mark

Photograph of Martin Luther King JR at a press conference, standing at a podium behind microphones and speaking, 1964. Text Reads "Why Can't W[ait]"

[This post was originally published at Feminist Mormon Housewives by Natasha Smith on February 9, 2015. The original text can be found here.]

Let’s be real, Feminist Mormon Community. We just had a major opportunity to embrace intersectionality, and we squandered it. What am I talking about? Martin Luther King Jr. Day. On that day, I watched as post after post dribbled through my social media co-opting Dr. King’s message. I saw many posts that talked about how Dr. King’s words apply to issues today as if racial inequality is not an issue today. I’m all for equality in every form, but given the current political and racial climate of the United States and the recent racial deconstruction of the Feminist Mormon Community, we needed to do better.

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I support Bigotry and Discrimination

Golden Angel Moroni blowing a trumpet. This is usually seen on top of a Mormon Temple
I am currently an active member of the Mormon Church. However, in light of the new policy change by our church that declares marriage between same-sex couples apostasy and bars their children from participating in saving ordinances as well as receiving a name and a blessing, I can no longer deny that I am part of and support a bigoted and discriminatory church that systematically participates in the subjugation of others. Continue reading

All I Want From General Conference Is For Our Leaders to Remember that Words Can Hurt!!

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The original version of this post was published at feministmormonhousewives.org on April 11, 2015 under the title “Words Can Hurt!”  I wrote it to express my reactions to the March/April 2015 General Conference.  With the September/October 2015 General Conference scheduled to start this week, I felt that some of the sentiments and thoughts expressed in the original version merited a second posting.

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”

When I was a little girl and someone one would say something mean or hurtful about me or one of my friends, we would join hands and repeat this statement like some sort of mantra, hoping against hope that the words that we were saying could convince our minds and our hearts that the words that we had heard really did not hurt us.

Deep down, we knew that the statement was a lie.

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‘Children are a heritage of the Lord.’

Content Warning – sexual abuse, discussion of HOW to prevent abuse esp within a Samoan/Pasifika context.

When I was twenty, I told my husband Darren, something I’d never told anybody else. I told him that when I was little, somebody over time, had done bad things to me. Then they threatened me. They said, ‘don’t tell anyone or you’ll be in big trouble.

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I Have the Curse of Cain

“Cain is your uncle!” “Did you murder someone, too?” “You’re related to a murderer!”

We were teens. There was a substitute. All the other girls were absent that day, and I was surrounded by immature teenage boys.

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