The swimming pool was the first to go. It was filled with The Patriarchy, a dark green slime that had grown thicker since my father’s death. Like most well-established patriarchal institutions, the swimming pool had the privilege of being totally unaware of its privilege. The pool oozed entitlement.
My first job was to take away The Patriarchy’s power by emptying the pool. The next job was to remove the structures (concrete) that supported The Patriarchy with a jack hammer. I then filled the hole with a life-time of Patriarchal shit – misogyny, homophobia and racism. It was perfect soil in which to grow an orchard.