“Baker was a woman torn between multiple identities and multiple loves. She lived for her loves and in a certain sense, died as a result of them. It seems to me that as a key to understanding her destiny, nothing is more important than the song ‘I Have Two Loves,’ which became her theme song and was associated with her throughout her life. In my opinion, everything is contained in the song’s assertion, ‘I have two loves, my country and Paris,’ which goes far beyond its apparent simplicity. In these few words, Baker transcends herself and reaches out to the destiny of an entire generation. It is in this far-reaching influence that we can see the startling modernity of this woman, who resembled and even surpassed Colette and George Sand. She wished to be free all her life, and she was always guided by that passion and commitment.”
Simon Njami in Bennetta Jules-Rosette’s Josephine Baker in Art and Life: The Icon and the Image
“But then, when all hope had died, and the hour of doom seemed at hand… a young boy clothed in green appeared as if from nowhere. Wielding the blade of evil’s bane, he sealed the dark one away and gave the land light.”
When I was younger I always thought that strong people never showed any emotions at all. I thought they never cried. At least not in front of other people. I thought they carried no weight of this world because they could easily brush off whatever happened to them and just move on. As I grew older I realized I was wrong just by looking at my mother. I have rarely ever seen her cry. And that’s one of the many reasons I thought she was the strongest person I know and will ever get the chance to know. But then something happened and my eyes suddenly opened to reveal the truth. No. Strong people carry emotions bigger than themselves. Emotions they sometimes barely control, but the difference is that they show them so easily and without any holding back. They give their most strongest and intimate feelings so easily without the fear of getting hurt. They generously pour out their hearts and souls without asking for anything in return and if that’s not brave, then I don’t know what is. And yeah, also, strong people cry. I have seen tears brimming in the corners of my mother’s eyes whenever she talked about something that can’t be brought back. But she lived through it. It hurt her but she lived. She stood her ground through everything and I love her for that. I love the fact that she can fight through everything and still help me heal my little scars that are so irrelevant in oppose to her battle scars. I always thought strong people carried death glares and resting bitch faces. But no. The real warriors carry smiles even though they just lost a part of their heart.
“Leaving the theater, my girls felt as empowered as their brother
usually does after seeing one of the many blockbusters built for him.
They never commented on how pretty Rey is. They never had to flinch
because Rey was a sexual object to some man in power. They just felt
strong. Equal. I can only imagine how the film will feel to girls in
parts of the world where women are not allowed control over their own
bodies or hearts or minds. Imagine a generation of both sexes, growing
up believing that girls are powerful. Imagine the force of a billion
girls realizing that, one day, they can rule the galaxy.” - Nicole Sperling on Daisy Ridley’s Rey from Star Wars: The Force Awakens