Combatting sexism and patriarchy in the African-American community, that's every sister's concern. My name is Christine Soleil and I'm a young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Hartford, Connecticut. My parents Jean-Pierre and Lucinda Soleil moved to Connecticut from their hometown of Cap-Haitien in North Haiti when I was real young. As far as I know, Hartford has always been my home. I'm now a student at the University of Hartford, and also a practitioner of BDSM. That most ardent of all forms of sensual expression. I recently introduced my new husband Mohammed Dahir to the wonderful world of BDSM and he's slowly adjusting to it. You see, Mohammed is a recent convert to Christianity. He grew up under the patriarchal system of Islam in the City of Mogadishu, Somalia. He's been living in the United States of America for ten years now and has recently found the truth in Jesus Christ and adopted Catholicism as his new faith. Mohammed Dahir, my husband renounces Islam, embraces Catholicism and women's equality. As the junior vice president of the Christian Women's Foundation of Hartford, a proud Catholic and a known feminist, I am happy with the profound changes my husband has undergone.
From the moment I met Mohammed Dahir in my sociology class at the University of Hartford, I wanted him. How could I not? He stood six feet two inches tall, slim, with light brown skin, curly Black hair and pale gray eyes. Born in the nation of Somalia to Abu Dahir, a Somali father and Atifah Abdullah, a Saudi Arabian mother. This biracial stud from Somalia was one sexy bastard. Mohammed Dahir moved to the State of Minnesota from the Capital region of Somalia with his family about a decade before we first met. He transferred to Hartford University in the state of Connecticut from the University of Minnesota at Saint Paul. The moment this tall Black stud arrived on campus, both Black chicks and white women began circling around him like vultures. Tall, good-looking young Black men have that effect on university women. And I was not exactly immune. I was determined to make him mine.
However attractive he was, there were some things about Mohammed Dahir which I found unacceptable. For starters, at the time we met he still believed in the deeply patriarchal doctrines of Islam. That is not cool. I am a proud Christian woman and there is no way in hell that I would ever consider switching religions. Now, I got nothing against Islam, even though I think it is radically against the ideals of gender equality. Feminism and Islam simply don't mix. I like having the right to vote. I like to be protected by law against honor killings, religiously sanctioned domestic violence and other evils. Oh, and I think women and men should be allowed to share the same space inside a mosque. And if Islam were really progressive they would accept female Imams leading both men and women in prayer rather than to simply hand over all power to the man. That's patriarchy at its worst. Anyhow, where was I? I set out to seduce Mohammed Dahir. And change him into something acceptable to me.
