Wednesday, October 14, 2009

"a woman in her place"!

hi all.

Reading "Ann Landers" this morning. The two sisters got a letter from upstate new York, taking them to task over a phrase about "professional women"; that this phrase belittles women.

I was reminded of some experiences that I had, up there, in the 90s, in my hometown

I come from upstate New York and in my hometown, in the 90s, before I moved back there, the large anti-war rally was held at a nearby military base. They arrested a few of the mostly ladies and they took them by school bus to my home town to place into the school auditorium until the rally was over. I was Told by a friend of mine that they had a row of policemen side by side, on each side of the sidewalk, between the bus and the entrance to the school, there to PROTECT the women from the many angry townspeople, all men! there were a number of men there, all enraged.
One man was SO angry, that he went into convulsions and foamed at the mouth, in RAGE, as he
twitched, upon the ground, convulsing, his nervous system shorted out, by his anger!!

I was told was he and the other men were so angry!
---not because the women were socialists! [many were]
---not because they were wicca! [some were]
---not because they were Lesbos! [ some were ]

because.....

Because they each were a human being, and not a woman that needs to be under a man's thumb, being utterly controlled!!!

Many of the men who live here, out in the country, are part Indian. I have had many ladies, over the years, tell me that in many Indian tribes, a "woman, a squaw, is "property", and to be under the control of her man: many many new agers have gotten a rude awakening over this apparent fact!!

I sat, once, in a local cafe, in Ovid, I sat at the end of the counter, i looked all the way down the row of men and I saw the shades of the Senecas, the Cayugas, in all of the men!

Not all Indian men are like this, of course, but seemingly there are more than the average. Here in the finger lakes, many of the first settlers came alone and the single men took a squaw and named her "Smith"; from then on, the Indian past was never ever talked about.

me too!

my father talked about how his mother forbade him to wear Indian moccasins and her husband found on his farm a large Indian corn grinding rock, this rock he used for the family graveyard plot
header, had "Wilson" carved upon it. Low ans behold his wife then planted an evergreen vine next to it and then carefully, oh so carefully, she began to train this vine to climb up over the stone to hide the top of it where the corn grinding area was, so to take the "Indian" away from the stone. When he died in the 60s and later when she lived in the nursing home, my father came to the cemetery with a pair of pruning shears and took care of that vine and removed every trace of it!

ah...the "good old days" that the seniors tell about, where I now live, in the senior Home!
I would NOT want to live in those times again!

freestone

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