(Written 08 July 1998. Published in the Neighborhood Journal. Posted 06 July 2009.)
The Millennium is just around the corner. The twentieth century is rapidly coming to a
close. While we have made great
technological advances in the twentieth century, our sociological progress
seems, well, a bit lacking.
We now have a battery of laws that say we are all
equal. But do we really believe it is
so? I really wonder. Especially where women are
concerned.
Of course you are all aware by now of the flap surrounding
the recently concluded
The Nineteenth Amendment to the Constitution, you know, the
one that granted women the right to vote, was ratified in 1920, over
seventy-five years ago. In that seventy-five years, how many women have held the
highest office in the land? None. How many have
been major party candidates for the highest office in the land? None. (Remember, Geraldine Ferraro was a
Vice-Presidential candidate.) Yet, in
the same period of time, countries which we deem to be much more Paleolithic
when it comes to the role of women in society, countries such as
It wasn't until the presidency of Ronald Reagan, some 60
years after the ratification of the Nineteenth Amendment,
that a woman sat on the Supreme Court.
(Yes, that's right. The same Reagan that was painted as some sort of Neanderthal man by
NOW and other radical feminist groups.)
A peek inside both houses of
Congress reveal
a body that is definitely male. While
women constitute over one half of the population of these great
No, I don't think the Baptists were trying to turn back the
clock. After all, there really is
nothing to turn back. Women, almost 80
years after they were given the right to vote, are still treated as inferior to
men. No, the Baptists are merely
reaffirming how things exist today.
Since son Xavier has been born, I have been queried on
several occasions, "Now that you have a son, this will be your last,
right?" "No." "What if your fifth one is a
girl?" "Then I will have four
daughters!"
Personally, I find the assumption that now that I have a son
I will have no more children rather offensive, for several reasons. First, it implies that I am only having
children to have a son. Using this logic
then, if daughter Jacqueline had been a boy, then I would only have had one child. Unlike a lot of other people, Mrs. Schrader
and I have children because we love children, not because we are concerned with
our lineage or legacy or other such rot.
Period.
Second, it implies that I somehow love my son more than my
daughters. I love each of my three
daughters as much as I love my son. All
four of my children are gifts from the Almighty, and I love each one of them
equally. If my son had been another daughter,
Mrs. Schrader and I would be just as happy.
Finally, though, there is the implication that we are
somehow not normal in having so many children, and thus we had to have an
ulterior motive. "They had four
kids because they wanted a son, yeah, that's it." No, we have had four children because we
wanted four children.
Thinking about it, I am glad that my parents did not stop
having children when they finally had a son.
Like us, my folks had three girls before they had a son. If they had stopped there, with their first
son, I would not be walking the planet.
You see, I was the second son, the fifth of five children. I will always respect the fact that they had
children because they wanted children, regardless of gender.
Until we break this notion that sons are somehow worth more
than daughters, that sons are the reason to procreate, women will always be
viewed as inferior, and yes, submissive.
Yes, we have come a long way this century. But, we have a long way to go.
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