Where are the feminists?

Yesterday I was watching a video on YouTube in which the philosopher Diana Maffía was called to talk about trade unions. A man who was part of the programme (who it’s clear that he has read very little or at least is less interested in the subject of feminism) asked: Where are feminists in the defense of positions of power? 
To me, as surely to many of us feminists who have had to listen to this shitty question, my face changes and I think in two ways: 1 ‘he is an asshole who has no idea of what we defend and only wants to provoke us to react’ and 2 ‘and who is this ignorant person?’ while I roll my eyes… It makes me angry, in case it wasn’t clear. It makes me very upset that they ask this question, which in the background forces us to be everywhere, because if we don’t do it we are not feminist enough, we are not empathetic enough, we care about some and not about others, we talk a lot and do little and so on and so on, and so on, a long repertoire of accusations.

As if we didn’t want to be there. As if we had the possibility of choosing whether to be in power. I think for a while, leaving my anger to one side a little, I drink a mate (Argentinean drink) with honey to get over the bitterness of the stupid question and I come to the conclusion that this question stems from the simple fact that it will never be enough. It doesn’t matter how much we achieve, what we conquer. 

They don’t want to know where we get to, the unity we generate. They don’t care about the sense of belonging. They don’t care because they are alert to go out and talk about what we don’t do. They look for our lack, our failure and our absence in a system that they themselves created, full of gaps and brakes for women. A bit cynical and ironic, don’t you think? Wouldn’t it be better to go to the base of this whole system that oppresses us and ask where the men are? Those who abuse power and the privileges it gives them? Why, being in a place of power, do they choose to look the other way? To remain silent, to support this violence against feminists, against our fights, our rights, our demands, our proposals, our lives, which in the end is a war against women.
Why do they choose to be part of a system that gags us, at the very least, and murders a woman every day? When could they join us in this struggle and also be part of the solution?
There is a saying my grandmother used to tell me, and it goes like this: If you are not doing something, don’t bother… Take it as advice from someone who is on the opposite side of the street trying to make the world a little less unequal. 
It is easy to criticize those of us who do, who try to be on all fronts, but humanly it is impossible, as sad as it sounds. I firmly believe and feel that it would be easier if the patriarchal foundations were destroyed, but for that we first have to see them. Am I dreaming too much? Then at least we wouldn’t have to go through all the torment of going out and exposing ourselves, shouting in the streets because we don’t know how else to ask them to stop killing us. Because it seems to be something that we have to be asking for (constantly), and it is not something that is rightfully ours.