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samantha king<br />
At <strong>the</strong> National Race for <strong>the</strong> Cure, thousands of participants lined up<br />
and fi led slowly into <strong>the</strong> survivors’ tent—its entrance marked by a metal<br />
archway festooned with bright pink balloons—to enjoy a “survivors’<br />
breakfast” from <strong>the</strong> various corporate sponsors. The breakfast was<br />
followed, at 7:30 a.m., by <strong>the</strong> 10-Star Salute to Survivors’ Parade (a<br />
feature that is common to all Race for <strong>the</strong> Cure events) and <strong>the</strong> prerace<br />
rally.<br />
Led by Komen Foundation founder Nancy Brinker, thousands of<br />
breast cancer survivors (all sporting bright pink visors and t-shirts to<br />
distinguish <strong>the</strong>mselves from o<strong>the</strong>r participants) marched down from<br />
<strong>the</strong> tent toward <strong>the</strong> main stage. Clapping and dancing to <strong>the</strong> words<br />
and music of Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive,” <strong>the</strong>y moved along a<br />
pathway lined on ei<strong>the</strong>r side by a cheering crowd of thousands, and<br />
<strong>the</strong> National Mall was transformed into an immense sea of pink and<br />
white. As <strong>the</strong> music grew louder and <strong>the</strong> clapping more vigorous, this<br />
group of predominantly middle-aged White women took <strong>the</strong>ir place<br />
on <strong>the</strong> stage, <strong>the</strong>ir arms outstretched in <strong>the</strong> air, waving in time with<br />
<strong>the</strong> music.<br />
Following a mass recital of <strong>the</strong> Pledge of Allegiance, Priscilla Mack,<br />
co-chair of <strong>the</strong> race, introduced <strong>the</strong> survivors to <strong>the</strong> crowd, “I am very<br />
proud to be surrounded by a sea of faith. Each survivor has to dig down<br />
deep and fi ght for her life. We applaud you and we stand behind you.”<br />
Mack <strong>the</strong>n proceeded to ask women who had survived breast cancer for<br />
30 years or more to wave <strong>the</strong>ir hands and “be recognized.” A handful<br />
of women raised <strong>the</strong>ir hands. As she counted down through <strong>the</strong> years<br />
until she reached one, <strong>the</strong> hands increased in number.<br />
Standing close to <strong>the</strong> stage, I could not help but recall Audre Lorde’s<br />
(1980) well-known entry in <strong>the</strong> Cancer Journals when she points to<br />
“socially sanctioned pros<strong>the</strong>sis” as “ano<strong>the</strong>r way of keeping women with<br />
breast cancer silent and separate from each o<strong>the</strong>r” (p. 16). Lorde <strong>the</strong>n<br />
asks, “What would happen if an army of one-breasted women descended<br />
upon Congress and demanded that <strong>the</strong> use of carcinogenic, fat-stored<br />
hormones in beef-feed be outlawed?” (p. 16). Here was an army of<br />
postmastectomy/lumpectomy women, assembled in <strong>the</strong> nation’s capital,<br />
but surely not in a way that Lorde imagined.<br />
This was an intensely moving moment, both for <strong>the</strong> survivors on <strong>the</strong><br />
stage and <strong>the</strong> crowds on <strong>the</strong> mall, many of whom wore signs on <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
backs with <strong>the</strong> names of loved ones who had survived or died from breast<br />
cancer. For some women on <strong>the</strong> stage it was <strong>the</strong> fi rst time that <strong>the</strong>y had<br />
publicly declared <strong>the</strong>ir identity as breast cancer survivors (one of my<br />
interviewees told me that it had taken her two years to pluck up <strong>the</strong><br />
courage to attend <strong>the</strong> race as a survivor). For o<strong>the</strong>rs, <strong>the</strong> race marked