Название: Attack of the 50 Ft. Women: How Gender Equality Can Save The World!
Автор: Catherine Mayer
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Биографии и Мемуары
isbn: 9780008191160
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The previous November, US voters have chosen Donald Trump despite hearing a recording of him boasting of assaulting women. ‘Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything,’ he said. The recording prompted ten women to come forward to accuse him of assault, often in workplace settings. He insisted that they were lying. After all, two of them were too ugly to grope.
Many other aspects of his candidacy should also have repelled any voter who values equality. The candidate appeared to believe only in himself, but pandered to Christian social conservatives by promising to roll back women’s reproductive rights. He pledged to ban Muslims from the country and force Mexico to build a wall to keep its own citizens from crossing the border into the US. He refused to condemn his supporters for racist violence. He publicly invited the Russian secret service to hack US government emails to damage his opponent and announced he would unpick years of international negotiations to limit climate change – which he called a ‘hoax’.
He was, without a shred of doubt, the worst would-be President we had seen in our lifetimes or read about in history books – dangerous, incoherent and vain.
And yet to a significant slice of America, he appeared a better bet than his female challenger.
A majority of men voted for him, by 53 per cent to 41 per cent.
A majority of white people voted for him, by 58 per cent to 37 per cent.
Eighty-one per cent of white evangelicals and born-again Christians voted for him.
Women voted against him, by 54 per cent to 42 per cent. Yet a majority of white women supported him: 53 per cent.
A dual US and UK national, I cast a ballot in my home state of Wisconsin. I am not one of the white women who helped Donald Trump into the White House, but like all white American women, I am implicated. Through researching this book, I also understand the mechanisms that encourage turkeys to vote for Christmas.
This book aims to set out those insights and to make something else abundantly clear. The skewed status quo serves almost nobody – certainly not most men.
The world is full of decent men who strive to be allies to women. It’s a safe bet that most men who are engaged enough in these issues to read these pages fall into this category, though you may not always be sure how best to support us. Many of you want change, for women and girls and for yourselves, but you don’t always understand that ‘women’s issues’ are your issues. You observe your own sex suffering within patriarchal cultures and structures but don’t always join the dots. Because of these structures, boys struggle at school; suicide rates are highest among young males, who are also more likely to murder and more likely to be murdered; and men drink more heavily and more frequently end up in prison. Fathers yearn to be with their children, but the enduring pay gap means they cannot afford to stay home, while social norms sometimes deter them from pushing for change. Businesses, institutions and economies underperform.
The twenty-first century wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Late boomers like me grew up believing history was going our way. We assumed progress to be linear, counting ourselves lucky to be born to an era that had all but vanquished the great scourges of humanity. Racism and homophobia proved susceptible to education and so would wither. Wars were still prosecuted, but at a distance. Hunger, too, seemed confined to far-away lands, and technology must surely deliver fixes, just as it would soon banish cancer, ageing, death and clothes moths. As for women’s rights, the heavy lifting had been done by the women, and their male allies, who came before us. A liberal consensus held sway and growing up in comfort, largely surrounded by the white middle classes, I had no idea of the limits or vulnerabilities of our progress.
After a peripatetic early childhood, I attended a girls’ school in Northern England that proudly counted among its alumnae all three daughters of the magnificent, if flawed, Emmeline Pankhurst. We learned that in 1918, as Europe made its fragile peace, Suffragettes and the more peaceable Suffragists, led by Millicent Fawcett, hailed the beginning of the end of the gender wars as women for the first time voted and ran for parliament. A decade later, all adult females got the vote. New Zealand had led the way in 1893. The US followed suit in 1920. When I was seven and still living in the US, the doughty women of Ford Dagenham fought and won the battle for equal pay. Women’s libbers and the Pill were finishing the job. As teenagers my contemporaries and I saw shimmering on the near horizon a fully gender-equal society in which every inhabitant could stand as tall as the next person.
I named this place ‘Equalia’, and like a querulous child on a family outing, I’ve spent much of my life asking ‘When will we get there?’ There’s always someone prepared to claim we’ve already arrived. Such people rarely describe themselves as feminists because they misunderstand the term as a doctrine of suppression.
The media maintains lists of pundits who can be relied on to declare that Western women already have enough equality. After all, most Western countries have legislated for equal pay, even if the legislation hasn’t achieved the desired result. The laws and their application cannot be faulty; women must be choosing their lower status. Sex discrimination and sexual harassment are outlawed, so women must deserve this treatment. We never had it so good. We should stop whingeing and worry about Saudi Arabia. (It is axiomatic among these useful idiots that you cannot advocate for the rights of women in your own country and in Saudi Arabia.) Feminism can go home and put its feet up.
Broadcasters are particularly fond of pitting women against women. The anti-feminist female is as persistent a breed as the clothes moth. Typically white and middle class, she either doesn’t believe in gender equality or else she doesn’t believe in gender inequality – because she’s too cocooned and myopic to see it. She routinely seeks to strengthen her case by co-opting a tenet of feminism: that the personal is political. She feels no kinship with younger and less privileged women still fighting the old battles while simultaneously picking their way through new and dangerous territories. She declares that she has never experienced sexism or discriminatory behaviour she couldn’t handle. She is thriving.
Let us celebrate the advances that enable her complacency even as we sometimes doubt her sincerity. Her protests are too vigorous, her unease in her own skin too obvious. Her mind has hardened with habit into narrow pathways and she cannot conceive how her own discomfort might relate to a wider pattern. The men around her give succour to her views.
‘The war has been won,’ one such tells me. ‘It’s just a mopping up operation now. You can’t even kick your dog now much less your wife.’ Yet, make no mistake, we haven’t reached Equalia. The Most Grotesque Monstrosity of All? We’re still a long, long way from Equalia.
We live, wherever we live, under a patriarchy, a system that excludes women. Not a single country anywhere on the planet has attained parity. The Nordic quartet of Iceland, Norway, Finland and Sweden tops the rankings of the best places to be female. Even in these countries, though, girls start life as second-class citizens and will be demoted further down the unnatural order with every year beyond their socially determined prime, or if poor or non-white СКАЧАТЬ