The Chief Who Fought the French: Sarraounia

The story of how Sarraounia Mangou led one of West Africa’s fiercest resistances against colonial invasion.

The grass moved first.

Not dramatically. Nor with the grand warning of the thunder of cavalry. Just a ripple in the tall Sahel brush somewhere beyond the exhausted French camp.

Then another.

Then perfect silence.

The soldiers of the Voulet-Chanoine Mission, already unsettled by weeks of ambushes, heat, illness, and whispers of ‘sorcery’, tightened their grips on their rifles. They had burnt villages to the ground. Killed countless innocent civilians. Crossed territories, believing no one could stop them.

And yet here, in what is now Niger, they encountered something they could neither predict nor control.

Her name was Sarrounia.

Chief of the Azna people. Military strategist. Spiritual leader. And, most importantly of all—

Defender of her people.

Stories spread through the French ranks that she could summon fog to hide her warriors, erase footprints, even make scorched crops grow back overnight.

Exoticising West Africans? Yes. But despite the myths, the effect was very real: fear had entered the coloniser’s camp.

The French expected a simple and quick surrender.

Instead, they found a Chief who refused to disappear into history as little more than a footnote.

Sarraounia Mangou lived during one of the most violent periods in African history: the late 19th-century scramble for Africa, when European powers carved up vast regions of the continent with staggering speed and brutality.

France aggressively expanded across West Africa, seeking control of trade routes, territory, and political influence. Entire kingdoms and communities suddenly found themselves facing armies armed with weapons they had never seen, backed by imperial ambition.

The Azna people, who lived in the region that is now southwestern Niger, were one such community.

Though smaller than some of the great West African empires, they possessed strong traditions, deep cultural roots, and intimate knowledge of the land they lived on.

Sarraounia inherited leadership within a society where political and spiritual authority often overlapped. Her title, ‘Saounia’, signified a female ruler or Chief.

While many historical records from the period were written through colonial perspectives and often overlooked African women entirely, it’s clear that she commanded immense respect among her people.

Her world was not an easy one to live in. Colonial expansion threatened autonomy, identity, and survival itself. Women in leadership roles were frequently dismissed by European observers, who underestimated both their political influence and military capability.

That was a fatal miscalculation.

Sarrounia was not merely a symbolic leader.

She was resistance.

By the late 1890s, the infamous Voulet-Chanoine Mission was carving a path of destruction across West Africa.

Led by French officers, the expedition became notorious even by their colonial, military standards. They burnt villages. Massacred civilians. And much, much worse.

Reports of their atrocities became so horrific that some of their own soldiers wrote home expressing their disgust.

The mission operated with terrifying momentum, crushing opposition as it advanced.

Then it entered Azna territory.

Sarraounia understood immediately what was at stake. This was not simply a military incursion; it was an attempt to erase their sovereignty. But, rather than submit, she organised a resistance.

She knew her forces couldn’t match French firepower directly, so she relied on strategy, mobility, and knowledge of the terrain.

Guerrilla-style attacks became her advantage.

Her warriors emerged suddenly from forests and grasslands, struck quickly, then disappeared again into the trees they knew intimately.

French forces found themselves fighting an enemy they could not predict.

But Sarraounia’s power went beyond the military.

Stories spread rapidly that she possessed spiritual ability. Myths fabricated by the French to place her on a podium to explain why they kept failing.

They claimed she had yellow eyes, magical charms, and the power to summon fog and protect her people through unseen means.

These stories had an enormous effect.

Fear travelled through the French camps almost as effectively as the Azna fighters themselves.

At a time when colonial powers often portrayed African people as weak and destined for conquest, Sarraounia embodied the opposite: confidence, resistance, and refusal.

One of the most remarkable aspects of her leadership was her ability to unite her community under impossible pressure.

Men and women fought alongside one another in defence of their homeland. Even as the French pushed deeper into their territory, Sarraounia continued organising raids and resistance efforts.

But it wasn’t enough.

The French eventually overpowered the Azna, but victory came at a cost.

The Voulet-Chanoine Mission itself soon spiralled into chaos. News of the commanders’ brutality alarmed the French authorities, who attempted to intervene.

The mission leader responded by murdering a superior officer sent to stop him and reportedly declared that he would found his own empire.

Within months, he was dead, killed by his own soldiers.

Some believed Sarrounia’s spiritual powers had consumed the invaders.

And this symbolism remains striking to this day.

The French arrived believing conquest was inevitable.

Instead, they encountered a queen whose resistance haunted them long after the battles ended.

Her story matters because it challenges the version of history that so often dominates discussions of colonial Africa.

All too often, resistance movements are reduced to footnotes, and female leaders disappear almost entirely from mainstream historical narratives. Sarraounia disrupts this pattern.

She was not a background figure or symbolic mascot of resistance. She was an active military and political leader who forced a colonial force to reckon with her people’s determination.

It speaks to the importance of cultural memory.

While Western histories often overlook figures like her, stories of Sarraounia survive through the oral tradition, regional storytelling, literature, and even film. In Niger today, she remains an enduring symbol of courage and sovereignty.

There is something timeless about her story: the refusal to accept inevitability.

She could not stop colonialism on her own. But resistance isn’t measured in victory or defeat. Sometimes, its importance lies in proving that domination could be challenged at every stage, that people fought for their identities, communities, and futures against overwhelming odds.

That is why her story resonates now.

Not because she was invincible.

But because she refused to surrender quietly.

Sarraounia Mangou was a Chief in the tall grass. A strategist facing impossible odds. A woman whose name still carries defiance more than a century later.

Fast Facts.

  • The title ‘Sarraounia’ means queen or female Chief among the Azna people.
  •  The Voulet-Chanoine Mission became infamous even within France due to reports of extreme brutality committed during the expedition.
  •  Legends claimed Sarraounia could summon fog to conceal her warriors from invading forces.
  • Her story inspired the 1986 film ‘Sarraounia’, directed by Med Hondo, now considered an important work of African cinema.

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queenmothersofafricaandtheirdaughters.blogspot.com/2016/07/queen-sarraounia-mangou-of-azna-1899.html

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The World of Movies: Sarraounia — Films Fatale

The World of Movies is a series that explores global cinema, drawing on films from many countries, industries and eras. This week, we look at a historical epic from Burkina Faso: Sarraounia.

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Courage at 35,000 Feet: Neerja Bhanot

Hers was a life that was anything but ordinary. And it’s one she lost saving others.

On the morning of September 5th, 1986, Pan Am Flight 73 sat on the tarmac in Karachi, Pakistan, during a routine stopover. On board were over 360 passengers and crew, including 22-year-old flight attendant Neerja Bhanot.

But what followed was anything but routine.

Four armed hijackers stormed the airplane, posing as airport security. In only a matter of seconds, the calm of the cabin shifted into utter chaos.

Amid the confusion, Neerja acted quickly, alerting the cockpit crew using the hijack code. It was a single decision that allowed the pilot to escape, preventing the airplane from being flown to an unknown location that could have proven to be catastrophic for those onboard.

Thanks to her, the plane remained grounded, but the danger was far from over.

The standoff lasted 17 hours.

Passengers and crew were held hostage.

The hijackers, growing increasingly agitated, began targeting American passengers. When they demanded passports, Neerja and her colleagues quietly hid them, slipping them under seats, discarding them, even flushing them away.

It was a small, deliberate act of defiance that likely saved many lives.

Throughout the ordeal, Neerja remained calm and comforted the passengers however she could. She moved throughout the cabin and served food. She maintained a sense of order in a situation designed to unravel it.

There was no grand announcement. No dramatic speeches. Just a steady hand.

But as night fell, the situation deteriorated rapidly.

A power outage plunged the airplane into darkness. The hijackers, unable to execute their original plan, opened fire.

In that moment, Neerja made a choice.

She opened an emergency exit, helping passengers escape onto the tarmac amid a hail of bullets. The hijackers had no care for human life. As three children ran for the exit, a hijacker aimed his gun at them—

Spotting him, Neerja dived in front of the children.

They managed to escape.

She did not.

She died instantly.

She was just two days shy of her 23rd birthday.

20 people lost their lives that day, and over a 100 were injured. But hundreds more survived, many of them because of the decisions Neerja made in those critical hours.

She followed her training, yes, but her actions came from somewhere deeper. From instinct. Resolve. An unwillingness to step back when others needed someone to step forward.

In the years that followed, she was posthumously awarded India’s highest peacetime gallantry award, the Ashoka Chakra. She is one of only two women to have received it.

Her story is one that’s been told and retold. Articles, memorials, even a film. But at its core, her story is strikingly simple:

When faced with fear, she chose courage.

It’s easy to think of stories like Neerja’s as belonging to another time and another world. But the truth is less comfortable than that.

We still live in uncertain times. Fear still finds its way into our lives. And yet, so does courage. Often in quieter, less visible ways.

Her legacy isn’t a single act of heroism. It’s about presence of mind, about looking beyond yourself in a moment when self-preservation would be the easiest option.

It’s about doing what you can, where you are, with what you have.

Most of us will never face a situation as extreme as hers. But the essence of her story, the choice to act with care, even under pressure, remains relevant. It shows up in smaller decisions, in moments where stepping up feels uncomfortable or uncertain.

Her story doesn’t need embellishment to resonate.

It simply asks to be remembered.

Because what she did in those hours continues to echo decades later.

For More:

Neerja Bhanot. Source.

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allthatsinteresting.com/neerja-bhanot

If you’ve never heard her name before, reader, perhaps today is the day it stays with you. And if you have, perhaps it’s worth pausing to remember her. Not just what she did, but to consider what quiet courage might look like in our own lives.

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The Pirate Governess of the Med: Sayyida al Hurra

At a time when empires fought for control of the seas, one of the most feared naval powers in the Mediterranean wasn’t a king or an admiral. It was a woman. Sayyida al-Hurra built a maritime force that challenged empires and rewrote expectations of power.

Born in the late 15th century to an Andalusian family forced into exile, Sayyida al-Hurra rose to become the ruler of Tétouan, a key port city in northern Morocco.

Educated, politically astute, and deeply shaped by the displacement of her people following the fall of Granada, she stepped into power after the death of her husband and governed in her own right.

At a time when women rarely held such authority, she not only ruled Tétouan but also became a central figure in Mediterranean privateering, navigating diplomacy, war, and trade with remarkable skill.

Sayyida al-Hurra’s significance lies in how she wielded power in a fractured and hostile world.

With much of Morocco’s coastline controlled by Spanish and Portuguese forces, Tétouan became a rare stronghold, and she turned it into a hub of resistance. Through alliances with figures like Hayreddin Barbarossa, she helped coordinate privateering efforts that disrupted European shipping and asserted regional strength.

To her enemies, she was a pirate. To her people, she was a defender. Protecting trade, rebuilding prosperity, and responding to the displacement and losses her community had endured.

Her leadership blurred the line between piracy and naval warfare, highlighting how perspective shapes history. She didn’t merely inherit power; she actively expanded and defended it, ensuring that Tétouan remained politically and economically relevant during a volatile era.

When she married the Sultan of Morocco, Ahmad al-Wattasi, she did something unprecedented: she refused to leave Tétouan.

Instead, the Sultan travelled to her city for the wedding, the only recorded instance of a Moroccan ruler doing so

Even in marriage, she remained firmly in control of her own domain.

Sayyida al-Hurra’s story resists simple labels. Pirate or protector, ruler or rebel, she was shaped by a turbulent time and responded with decisive leadership. Her legacy lies not just in what she achieved, but in how she redefined authority, proving that power could be claimed, not just inherited.

Sayyida al Hurra. Source.

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medievalists.net/2022/08/pirate-queen-mediterranean-al-sayyida-al-hurra/

History rarely gives us simple heroes or villains, only perspectives. What do you think: was Sayyida al-Hurra a pirate, a protector, or something in between?

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Six Years On: George Floyd, his legacy and the future of racial equity

The Bounce Black Team

Six years after the murder of George Floyd, the world is still reeling from the promises and limits of what followed.

His death catalysed a global uprising against anti-Black racism, policing violence, and structural inequality. Organisations, institutions, and governments issued statements of solidarity, pledged reforms, and, in some cases, implemented new frameworks for racial equity.

Yet for many communities and advocates, the question remains: what has actually changed beneath the surface?

While visibility increased, the deeper systems that sustain racial injustice — surveillance, state and extrajudicial violence, institutional neglect, and the criminalisation of dissent — have in many contexts adapted rather than dissolved.

The result is a shifting landscape where racial equity is increasingly discussed, but not consistently protected. Likewise, racism is increasingly feared as an accusation, but not frowned upon as a culture.

The evolving landscape of racial justice

In the aftermath of 2020, racial equity work has become more visible, but also more contested and, in some spaces, actively constrained.

Equity practitioners, activists, whistleblowers, and human rights defenders report growing forms of retaliation that are often subtle, bureaucratic, and difficult to challenge.

One of the most concerning developments in this period is the rise of transnational repression, where individuals face intimidation, surveillance, legal pressure, or detention across borders, often linked to their advocacy, identity, or perceived political stance.

Alongside this, there has been increasing attention to the phenomenon of organised harassment: coordinated patterns of intimidation, discrediting, digital targeting, workplace retaliation, and social isolation that can operate across institutions and jurisdictions. While often difficult to evidence in traditional legal frameworks, its impact on wellbeing, civic participation, and democratic engagement is profound and lasting.

These dynamics raise urgent questions about the safety of those who speak out for justice, and whether current human rights protections are keeping pace with contemporary forms of harm.

A live case study: concerns about the detention of Dr Tamara Dixon

Recent concerns have been raised regarding the reported detention of Dr Tamara Dixon, an African American former university professor and academic.

Writing every step of the way about her experiences, Dr Tamara’s latest updates include that she is currently being held in an immigration detention setting in Luxembourg, where she is seeking asylum from severe transnational repression. Yet her efforts have been met with restricted access to legal counsel and a limited ability to communicate due to confiscation of her personal devices.

With only one hour per day of permitted access to the computer facilities at the detention centre, without much clarity as to what’s next for her, Dr Tamara’s case is emblematic of broader concerns around due process, access to legal representation, and the treatment of individuals who may be vulnerable within detention systems.

It also highlights how quickly individuals can become isolated from support networks and advocacy channels, particularly when communication is restricted.

For human rights observers, such cases underscore the importance of independent monitoring, legal access, and safeguards against administrative or institutional overreach.

Importantly, and unfortunately, this case is not isolated or exceptional. Instead, it’s part of a wider pattern being flagged by activists and civil society organisations about how dissenting or visible individuals can become exposed to compounded vulnerabilities, especially when intersecting with race, gender, migration status, and advocacy work.

Organised harassment as a human rights issue

Organised harassment is increasingly being recognised by advocates as a serious but under-acknowledged threat to human rights and democratic participation. This type of repression and retaliation does not always appear in ways that are easily legible to formal institutions.

Instead, it thrives on weaponised conditioning cues to signal surveillance and intimidation in public without widespread detection. The campaign of psychological warfare and total assault on character, life and property can also extend to hidden reputational harm, career sabotage and other forms of financial and emotional abuse designed to destabilise and destroy victims.

Its effects are cumulative: social isolation, reputational damage, economic harm, and in some cases, deterrence from civic or advocacy engagement altogether.

For individuals working in racial justice, gender equity, and human rights, these patterns can operate as a form of structural silencing, thereby reducing participation not through direct censorship, but through sustained pressure and attrition.

A personal dimension: lived experience within Bounce Black

At Bounce Black, these conversations are not abstract.

Our Founder has, for the past four years, experienced sustained organised harassment and transnational repression while continuing to lead racial equity-focused work, community programmes, and trauma-informed advocacy initiatives.

This lived reality underscores how advocacy itself can become a site of vulnerability, and how those working to challenge systems of inequity are often simultaneously navigating personal exposure to harm.

This is not unique.

It reflects a broader pattern experienced by many Black women leaders, community organisers, and equity practitioners who operate at the intersection of public visibility and structural resistance.

Where do we go from here?

If George Floyd’s legacy is to extend beyond symbolic remembrance, it must include a serious reckoning with how power adapts, and how harm evolves.

This means:

  • Expanding human rights frameworks to recognise modern forms of repression and organised harassment
  • Strengthening protections for activists, academics, and whistleblowers across borders
  • Ensuring access to legal representation and communication for those in detention settings
  • Supporting independent investigation and accountability mechanisms
  • Investing in the wellbeing and safety of those doing racial equity work
  • Listening seriously to lived experiences, even when they fall outside conventional institutional categories

Racial equity cannot exist without safety for those who speak about it. And that is everybody’s business!

A call to action

Six years on, the challenge is not only remembrance, but responsibility.

We are calling on human rights organisations, policymakers, academic institutions, and civil society actors to take coordinated action in:

  • Recognising transnational repression and organised harassment as urgent human rights concerns
  • Supporting individuals and communities reporting these harms
  • Demanding transparency and accountability in detention and immigration systems
  • Protecting the civic space required for racial justice work to continue

The legacy of George Floyd demands more than reflection. It demands infrastructure (legal, social, and political) that protects life, dignity, and truth-telling.

Without that, equity remains an aspiration rather than a reality.

And to quote a wise Black woman…

Ain’t nobody got time for that!

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The Grand Dame of Champagne: Barbe-Nicole Clicquot

Today, I raise a glass to a woman who transformed risk into legacy.

In 1814, as Europe staggered out of the chaos of the Napoleonic Wars, Barbe-Nicole Clicquot made the boldest decision of her life: to smuggle thousands of bottles of champagne into Russia before peace had even been officially declared.

I like her thinking.

It was a gamble that could have ruined her entirely. Instead, it cemented her place in history…

Behind the iconic label of Veuve Clicquot lies not just a drink, but a story of resilience, ingenuity, and a widow who refused to accept what was.

Born in 1777 in Reims, in the heart of France’s Champagne region, Barbe-Nicole grew up surrounded by ambition. Her father, a wealthy textile merchant, ensured she received an elite education, an advantage that would later prove invaluable.

But upheaval shaped her early life. The French Revolution brought danger directly to her doorstep, forcing her dramatic escape from a convent amid unrest.

In 1798, she married François Clicquot, heir to a modest wine business. Though theirs was an arranged marriage, it became a partnership of ideas.

Together, they envisioned transforming the family’s sideline wine trade into something far greater. But that dream was cut short in 1805 when François died suddenly, leaving Barbe-Nicole widowed at just 27.

Thankfully, she had quite a lot of wine…

Under the constraints of the Napoleonic Code, most women were barred from running businesses. But widowhood offered a rare loophole. Barbe-Nicole seized it. Taking control of the company, against expectation and convention, she stepped into a volatile industry where fortunes could literally explode in the bottle.

Literally.

Her early years were marked by near disaster. Champagne production was unpredictable, and war crippled international trade. Blockades imposed during the Napoleonic conflicts cut off key markets, and one catastrophic shipment to Amsterdam spoiled before it could be sold.

Financial ruin loomed.

So she sold personal possessions just to keep the business alive.

Yet Barbe-Nicole was not simply enduring. She was innovating.

She refined production methods, most notably perfecting a technique of storing bottles upside down to collect sediment near the cork, allowing for clearer champagne. It was a quiet revolution in quality control that is still used today.

Her defining moment came in 1814. As Napoleon’s empire crumbled and trade routes began to reopen, Barbe-Nicole acted before her competitors. Defying lingering blockades, she secretly shipped tens of thousands of bottles—particularly from the exceptional 1811 ‘comet vintage’—to Russia.

It was a breathtaking risk: if the shipment failed, she would be financially destroyed.

It didn’t fail.

When her champagne arrived in St. Petersburg, it was met with overwhelming demand. Russian elites, including Tsar Alexander I of Russia, embraced it instantly. Her wines became synonymous with celebration and prestige across Europe. Almost overnight, the ‘widow Clicquot’ transformed from a struggling businesswoman into a powerhouse of luxury.

For the next five decades, she led her company with steady precision, building a brand so dominant that simply asking for ‘the widow’ in elite circles needed no further explanation.

Barbe-Nicole’s story resonates because it sits at the intersection of limitation and possibility. She operated within a system that legally constrained women, yet found a way to turn one of its few loopholes into a position of power.

Today, while legal barriers have shifted, the broader challenges of access, credibility, and leadership for women in business still echo her experience.

What makes her legacy particularly striking is not just that she succeeded, but how she did so. She didn’t wait for stability; she acted in uncertainty. She didn’t inherit a thriving empire; she built one amid collapse. Her willingness to take calculated, informed risks, rather than reckless leaps, remains a defining lesson in entrepreneurship.

Modern business culture often celebrates boldness, but Barbe-Nicole embodied something more nuanced: resilience paired with strategy. In an era obsessed with disruption, her story is a reminder that lasting success often comes from persistence, innovation, and the courage to act before the world is ready.

So the next time you pour champagne at a wedding, a celebration, or perhaps at a quiet personal victory, it carries more than bubbles.

It carries the legacy of a woman who refused to be sidelined by circumstance.

What risks are worth taking before the moment feels certain?

For Barbe-Nicole, the answer came with wine…

Further Reading:

Barbe-Nicole Clicquot. Source.

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winefolly.com/deep-dive/veuve-clicquot-champagne-lady-barbe-nicole/

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The Hero of Latin American Freedom: Manuela Sáenz

Dear Manuela Sáenz,

I’m writing to you from a world that still says your name a little too quietly.

You were many things. Revolutionary, strategist, lover, exile. But history, for a long time, tried to compress you into a footnote beside Simón Bolívar. That feels… insufficient.

So this is an attempt to speak to you directly. Not as a symbol, not as a scandal, not even as an afterthought. But as a person who lived loudly in a time when women were expected to remain silent.

You weren’t supposed to become who you became.

That much is clear.

You were born into a world that had already decided your limits. Illegitimate and inconvenient. A woman in a society that measured worth through obedience and reputation. The kind of world that teaches you embroidery and etiquette, just in case you get any ideas about having a voice.

And yet, somehow, you did just that.

You slipped through expectations like they were badly tied knots. You learnt, listened, and questioned. You didn’t just observe history. You became it.

I keep thinking about you in Lima as someone building networks, passing information, persuading an entire battalion to switch sides. That’s not rebellion for the sake of it. That’s precision. That’s intent.

You weren’t just in the independence movement; you were shaping it.

And still, they tried to keep you out.

You wrote, frustrated, about being denied the right to fight alongside the army. About how you and the women beside you, your Jonathas and Nathan, felt the same fire, the same urgency, the same claim to freedom.

“We are Creoles and mulattos, to whom the freedom of this land belongs.”

That line lingers. It doesn’t ask for permission. It doesn’t soften itself. It just… states the truth.

And then there’s your love story. Or at least, that’s how it’s often framed, as if that’s the most interesting thing about you.

But even that, you refused to play by the rules.

You loved Simón Bolívar openly, unapologetically, without reshaping yourself to fit what society accepted. When your husband demanded your return, you didn’t respond with guilt or compromise. You responded with clarity.

“Do you believe me less honourable because he is my lover and not my husband?”

There’s something almost modern about that question. The way it cuts through expectation and lands somewhere much more honest.

But what stays with me most is the night you saved his life.

The September Night.

You saw the danger coming before anyone else wanted to believe it. You warned him. He dismissed it. And when the moment arrived, when the palace doors were forced open, when violence flooded the room, you didn’t hesitate.

You woke him. You argued with him. You made him leave.

And then you stayed.

Sword in hand. Alone.

Buying time.

It’s such a quiet kind of bravery, isn’t it? Not loud. Not performative. Just necessary.

And yet, even after everything—the battles, the strategies, the risks—you were still too much for the world you helped create.

So they exiled you.

Not because you failed, but because you didn’t fit.

I imagine you in Paita sometimes. The distance. The quiet. The shift from influencing nations to translating letters for passing ships, making sweets, and surviving in the margins of the story you helped write.

It doesn’t feel like an ending that matches the life you lived.

But maybe that’s the point.

Maybe the world didn’t know what to do with you once it no longer needed your defiance.

And maybe, in some ways, it still doesn’t.

Writing to you feels a bit like correcting a silence.

Not completely—history is stubborn—but enough to notice the gap you left behind. You remind me that influence doesn’t always come with recognition, and that being essential doesn’t guarantee being remembered.

But also—this matters—you lived anyway.

Fully, defiantly, without waiting for approval.

And maybe that’s the part that carries forward most clearly.

So perhaps the real question isn’t why history forgot you.

It’s how many others it’s still trying to.

“I have no choice but to do my will, which is stronger than me.”

Manuela Sáenz. Source.

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The Empress Who Walked with Armies: Julia Domna

The room was supposed to be safe.

Silk curtains. Marble floors. The quiet illusion of control.

And yet, in that moment, everything collapsed.

Caracalla stood over his brother, breathing hard, the violence still echoing in the walls. Geta, dead or dying, had fallen not on a battlefield, not in some grand imperial clash, but in their mother’s private chamber. In her arms.

And there she was: Julia Domna.

Empress of Rome. Adviser to emperors. Mother of the Camp.

Witness.

It’s one of those moments history doesn’t quite know what to do with. Too intimate. Too brutal. Too human. An empire built on conquest, and yet its fate pivoted on a family argument that escalated beyond repair.

But here’s the thing: this wasn’t the story of a woman undone by tragedy. It was the story of a woman who had already helped build the stage on which it played out.

Because long before the blood hit the marble, Julia Domna had been shaping Rome itself.

To understand Julia Domna, you have to leave Rome for a moment and travel east. To Emesa, a wealthy and culturally vibrant city in Roman Syria.

This wasn’t the edge of civilisation. It was a crossroads. Greek philosophy, Roman politics, and local religious traditions all collided here, often over dinner.

Julia was born into privilege, but not the Roman kind. Her father, Julius Bassianus, was the high priest of the sun god Elagabal, a position that came with influence, wealth, and just enough mystique to make Rome nervous.

She grew up multilingual, likely fluent in Greek and Aramaic, and possibly in Latin as well. In other words, she was already more globally minded than many of the men who would later try to outmanoeuvre her.

But Rome wasn’t exactly designed for women like Julia Domna. Power there was public, male, and aggressively competitive. Women, especially foreign-born women, were expected to remain in the background, influencing quietly, if at all.

Julia did not get that memo.

Instead, she stepped into a world where emperors were assassinated with alarming regularity, loyalty was negotiable, and survival required more than just a famous husband.

It required a strategy.

The story goes that Septimius Severus didn’t just marry Julia Domna for love; he married her because of a horoscope.

Somewhere in Syria, he heard of a woman destined to marry a king. Being an ambitious Roman general with excellent timing, he thought: that’ll do nicely.

They married in 187 CE. Within a few years, Severus wasn’t just a governor. He was the emperor.

Coincidence? Possibly.

Good judgement? Almost certainly.

From the beginning, Julia was more than a political accessory. When Severus marched on Rome and seized power, she didn’t stay behind. She travelled with him, through military campaigns, across provinces, into the uncertain mechanics of empire-building.

In 195 CE, she was given the title Mater Castrorum: ‘Mother of the Camp.’ Not a ceremonial flourish, but a recognition of her presence among the legions, her influence, and her ability to command respect in spaces where women simply weren’t expected to exist.

But power invites opposition.

Enter Fulvius Plautianus, a man who treated political intrigue less like a duty and more like a hobby. He spread rumours about Julia, accused her of infidelity, and even tortured noblewomen to manufacture evidence against her.

In Rome, that sort of thing could end a career. Or a life.

Julia’s response? She pivoted.

Around 200 CE, she built something far more enduring than political alliances: an intellectual circle. Philosophers, writers, and thinkers gathered around her, including Philostratus, who later credited her with inspiring his works.

It wasn’t escapism. It was a strategy.

If power could be unstable, culture could be controlled.

She debated philosophy, commissioned texts, and supported scholars, effectively turning the imperial court into a centre of learning. In a world obsessed with conquest, she invested in ideas.

Meanwhile, back in the family…

Her sons, Caracalla and Geta, had developed a relationship best described as ‘historically catastrophic.’ Their rivalry escalated from tension to outright hatred, culminating in Geta’s murder in Julia’s own chambers.

It’s difficult to imagine the emotional toll. But what’s remarkable is this: Julia didn’t disappear.

Under Caracalla, she remained a central figure in governance. Her name appeared on official correspondence. She administered the empire during his absences. In a system that barely acknowledged female authority, she made herself indispensable.

Even as the empire fractured around her, Julia Domna endured.

Until, finally, she couldn’t.

In 217 CE, after Caracalla’s assassination, she faced a world she could no longer influence. Already ill, possibly with cancer, she chose to end her life.

It was a quiet ending for someone who had lived at the centre of everything.

Julia Domna didn’t rule Rome in the traditional sense.

She didn’t lead armies into battle (though she was there). She didn’t sit on the throne alone (though she came close to its power). Instead, she operated in the spaces history often overlooks. The advisory roles, the intellectual salons, the administrative decisions that keep empires functioning.

And yet, for more than twenty years, two emperors relied on her.

That alone reshapes how we think about power.

Her legacy isn’t just political, it’s cultural. By fostering philosophy, supporting writers, and engaging in intellectual life as an equal, she helped preserve ideas that outlasted the empire itself.

She also challenges a familiar narrative: that influence must be loud to be real.

Today, her story resonates in quieter ways. In leadership that doesn’t fit traditional moulds. In people navigating systems not designed for them and reshaping those systems anyway.

And perhaps most importantly, in the reminder that resilience isn’t always about winning.

Sometimes, it’s about standing in a world that keeps shifting beneath your feet.

Julia Domna lived in a world that expected her to be silent, and instead, she became essential.

She advised emperors, outlasted rivals, nurtured ideas, and stood at the centre of one of history’s most volatile families. Not untouched by tragedy, but never defined by it either.

It’s tempting to ask what she could have done differently. But perhaps the better question is this:

How do you hold power in a world that doesn’t quite believe you should have it?

And, more quietly, what kind of legacy do you leave when you do?

Did You Know?

  • Julia Domna was one of the few Roman empresses to travel regularly with military campaigns.
  • She was given the title Mother of the Camp—a rare honour.
  • Her intellectual circle may have helped shape pagan responses to early Christianity.
  • Both she and her sister, Julia Maesa, were later deified.
  • Roughly 20% of her known influence comes not from official records, but from the writings of the philosophers she supported.

Julia Domna. Source.

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