RoseZ's Search for Woman's Idenity: wk. two= interview with 45 year old woman

Sunday, February 15, 2009

wk. two= interview with 45 year old woman

I interview my step-daughter Pamula. Shown here with her sister, Candy.
Pamula has worked for Sears for 25 years and has alway been a feminist.
She said her first realization that she was a girl and could not do what she wanted because of that fact was when her brothers would not let her play with the boys.
They told her that girls "were not allowed" which made her very angry. She fought them then and now. She had spent her life showing the "boys" that there is very little that a "girl" can't do.

Feminism is a radical notion that women are PEOPLE.

My experience; During my youth I spent the summers on my grandparents farm. I was allowed to drive the tractor which pulled the hay wagon across the field. When I turned thirteen I was told by my grandfather that I could no longer drive the tractor or be any where around where the young men were working because I was now a young lady and it was not proper for me to be around where the men were working. Very effectively spoiling my summer vacations, because now I had to do women's work and I have never had a fondness for women's work.

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I am Woman Helen Reddy 1975

Helen Reddy "I Am Woman!" I am woman, hear me roar In numbers too big to ignore And I know too much to go back an' pretend 'cause I've been down there on the floor No one's ever gonna keep me down again CHORUS: Oh yes I am wise But it's wisdom born of pain Yes, I've paid the price But look how much I gained If I have to, I can do anything I am strong (strong) I am invincible (invincible) I am woman You can bend but never break me 'cause it only serves to make me More determined to achieve my final goal And I come back even stronger Not a novice any longer 'cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul CHORUS: I am woman watch me grow See me standing toe to toe As I spread my lovin' arms across the land But I'm still an embryo With a long long way to go Until I make my brother understand Oh yes I am wise But it's wisdowm born of pain Yes, I've paid the price But look how much I gained If I have to I can face anything I am strong (strong) I am invincible (invincible) I am woman Oh, I am woman I am invincible I am strong FADE I am woman I am invincible I am strong I am woman

l Reasons for fighting for birth control /Margaret Sanger

"I looked out my window and down upon the dimly lighted city. Its pains and griefs crowded in upon me, a moving picture rolled before my eyes with photographic clearness: women writhing in travail to bring forth little babies; the babies themselves naked and hungry, wrapped in newspapers to keep them from the cold; six-year-old children with pinched, pale, wrinkled faces, old in concentrated wretchedness, pushed into gray and fetid cellars, crouching on stone floors, their small scrawny hands scuttling through rags, making lamp shades, artificial flower; white coffins, black coffins, coffins interminably passing in never-ending succession. The sense piled one upon another aon another. I could bear it no longer... I went to bed, knowing that no matter what it might cost, I was finished with palliatives and superficial cures; I was resolved to seek out the root of evil, to do something to change the destiny of mothers whose miseries were vast as the sky." Margaret Sanger; recalling the death of a New York City woman who begged Sanger for the "secret" of preventing pregnancy.

Another Reason for fighting for birth control

Margaret Sanger's mother was pregnant eighteen times: eleven children, seven miscarriages, and was dead at age forty-nine. This is not an uncommon story in the nineteenth-century America. Sanger became an obstetrical nurse...on the Lower East Side of New York, where birth control was simply not available for the poor immigrant women there, and she saw one too many women go to the back alley for an abortion or self-abort with a knitting needle or a shoe hook or undiluted Lysol, and woman after woman literally died in my ;grandmother's arms and ;she said enough, there's got to be something better we can do. quoted from Alex Sanger; Margaret Sanger's grandson.