It seems to me that the greatest triumph of any human rights movement, be it fighting for racial, religious, sexual or gender equality – is to achieve that moment where eyes are opened so wide that a sort of blindness sets in. I don’t care if someone is black, white, gay or straight. I don’t care if a woman has children or no – I just want to know who they are.
At the end of the day, gender differences seem to me to be just a tiny, tiny drop in the great expanse of things that make people unique. Unique, not ‘different’, not ‘other’ merely another piece of that great teaming mass that makes up the wonderfully rich, thrillingly varied definition of ‘humanity’.

Nor should history be forgot. Let us remember the Holocaust, let us study the slave trade, the subjugation of women and the assaults on the homosexual communities of the world. Let the sacrifices of our ancestors be remembered so that we can learn from their wisdom and see the humanity in Nelson Mandela’s cause, and the humanity in Sylvia Plankhurst and the humanity in the past stories of repressed peoples fighting to be heard. These are not struggles for a minority voice, but rather for humanity as a whole.

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I like this quote, even though the term "blindness" makes me nervous--especially when spoken by a non-minority member, it seems to me that it tips all too readily into erasure, a "blindness" to an important facet of a person's identity.  But given the context, I don't think she's using it that way.