You were magnificent, I think, but hidden: a black hole at the heart of history. We can trace you only by your gravitational pull.
By writing your story I am looking at where we come from — the past — and believing we could have survived there as ourselves. By imagining you as possible, I am recasting what today we think might have been possible. By reclaiming the past, retelling it to include women as people, I’m remaking the present, and, I hope, changing the future.