My friend owns a burqa, a keepsake from one of her many foreign travels.
The garment is a memento that has intrigued her friends for several years now. A few of us have long mused about organizing an all-female get-together with the burqa as the centerpiece.
Envisioned is a conversational show-and-tell where everyone would try it on and come away with some deep message of what it means to be a woman in societies we consider less enlightened than our own.
We’ve never done it, and I hope we never do. We’d likely misinterpret the covering, understanding little about the women who wear them.
Sanchez doesn't recognize real oppression when it stares her in the face. Or when it covers somebody else's face. (Hat tip: Tony's Kansas City)
Photo credit: Sarwar Mushtag