Feminism and donkeys

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#Artificial womb breakthrough new progress, where is the way for feminism? #

#Whether the era of human beings having mothers but no fathers has arrived#

#Higher education teacher was imprisoned for participating in the artificial womb project#

The beginning of the article is very radical, directly provoking the most sensitive topic, which is extremely provocative and exaggerated, and affects every bit of emotion of netizens.

Weibo with different tags was popularly searched, and big Vs from all walks of life forwarded it one after another, and kept a high degree of attention to Qingxuan's case.

There is such a phenomenon in communication studies that when tradition and authority express consistent views, people with different attitudes tend to be afraid of being different from others, so they keep silent.

If the opinions and opinions held by oneself would create isolation, then most people would be silent.

Groups that remain silent continue to grow, accumulating more and more, forming a spiral.

The silence of one party leads to the increase of the opinion of the other party. The voice of one party becomes stronger and the voice of the other party becomes more silent, and the cycle repeats.

However, the corollary of the spiral of silence is the broken window effect.

Once someone speaks out, these people quickly find that they are not a minority, and then induce more people to speak out, forming a herd effect like a snowball, and countless people follow one after another, with almost the same views.

Why should they persevere, go forward, and speak out more desperately and bravely?

Because let the vulnerable me see that you are not alone.

Thousands of people poured into Zhimai's Weibo, and people retweeted and commented every second, and the number of fans on the account increased to an impossible number.

Countless people have left messages for her, not a few questioned, satirized, and insulted her, but more supported her and believed in her.

A series of microblogs encouraged her.

However, the strangers who met by chance may not even know her real name, but they are not stingy in giving kindness.

"I believe in judicial justice, Teacher Qing will be released without charge!"

"Development of artificial uterus, liberating productivity, great!"

"Female doctor, come on."

"Only biology and basic medicine can save women."

These messages flooded her like a tidal wave.

Only then did she discover that, in addition to Xun Hui's initial forwarding, there were also many teachers and students in the university who were willing to stand up and speak for Qingxuan.

The phone was already stuck, so she could only turn on the computer and continue watching, replying thank you one by one.

But there were too many comments, she couldn't come back at all, so she had to post a unified thank you on Weibo.

Zhimai was pushed to the forefront, and she will face all the sharp eyes of the public, good and bad, and turn them into sharp knives to shoot through her.

She was not afraid of offering sacrifices, and consciously cut herself open to let them see how many bowls of noodles were in her stomach.

She wasn't afraid, on the contrary, she was looking forward to it.

She believes that Qingxuan is innocent, and public opinion must do more good than harm to the perfect victim.

She admits that it was the idea of ​​coercing the law with public opinion from the beginning, which would obstruct justice, and she knew it.

But there is no other way, and taking risks is the only remaining choice for ordinary people.

The right to speak has always been the most sensitive nerve, because words are too powerful, so she will be restricted, banned, and banned.

She knew what kind of consequences she would face. She would be fleshed out, stripped clean, and people would repeatedly expose her information to confirm whether she was worthy of their sympathy and trust.

Privacy is streaked all over the Internet and will be put on the right desk at the right time.

Maybe someone will order her to delete, maybe someone will interview her, and what is even more frightening is that she will be put on some kind of blacklist and ruin her career.

But she doesn't regret it.

In the afternoon, when the court session was held, Qingxuan was sent to the car.

The heating in the car is very good. She looked out from the car and saw that it was snowing today.

The snow is very clean, and the streets and alleys are covered with a layer of white.

She has been trapped for a long time, and seeing this world so far away again seems to be a matter of her previous life.

When the car drove a certain distance, she saw Zhimai in the crowd from a distance.

Even though they were all wearing masks, she recognized her immediately.

Qingxuan's eyes became hot, and tears flowed down his face.

A thin layer of white fell on Zhimai's shoulders, countless snowflakes flew in front of her like shimmering shimmers, her hair was tied behind her head, and the strands of hair on her forehead were messy.

She was haggard to such an extent, her eye sockets were deeply sunken, and her bones were broken.

When hearing what the lawyer said about Zhimai's actions, Qingxuan was beyond shocked.

She didn't even know that her timid lover would stand in front of her and do such crazy things.

But now, she saw it with her own eyes.

Zhimai followed several young women beside him, speaking in the crowd.

Bustling women, tall and short, fat and thin, with long and short hair, of all ages, crowded in the square.They are plainly dressed, with plain faces, like every ordinary person in life.

Among every 5-7 of them, there will be one person holding a sign and holding various slogans in their hands. The content is similar, but they all have the same sentence:

"Don't be afraid, sister is here."

Their noisy voices stopped instantly, and they looked at Zhimai in unison.

There was a red light at the intersection, and the car stopped. Miraculously, she could hear what she was saying.

"When the Naziscame for the communists,

Iremained silent;

Iwas not a communist

When they locked up the social democrats,

Iremained silent;

I was not a social democrat

When they came for the trade unionists,

Idid not speak out;

Iwas nota trade unionist

When they came for the Jews,

Iremained silent;

I wasn't Jew

When they came forme,

there was no one left to speak out”

"Today is her, tomorrow is you and me."

"We should do something, even if we fail, we can leave seeds."

"A single spark can start a prairie fire."

Qingxuan's heart seemed to be agitated by something, like a big cowhide drum placed next to her ear, the sound pierced through the clouds and cracked stones from her heavenly spirit cover, shaking the earth.

The blood was like magma, pouring from the top of the head to the toes, and the scalding flames flowed all over the body, almost about to explode.

The car quickly passed by, her forehead and hands were pressed against the car window, her eyes were fixed on the weaving wheat in the crowd, and she gradually drifted away under the cover of street trees, until a corner took her sight away open.

Qingxuan closed her eyes, she didn't know how many women's movements were driven by this incident caused by her, but it was good to be able to make a sound.

A deeper emotion surged in her heart, and her whole body was filled with strength, which came from Zhimai's great dedication and changes for her.

He De He Neng, what repayment?