Backward & In High Heels
I am near the very tail end of The Baby Boomers. Born in 1959, I was in fourth grade when the real heroes of my generation were getting stoned and making love at Woodstock.
Needless to say, no one let me out of class to get high and rock out.
But The Women of The Baby Boomers have forever changed the way American society would go forth.
Back in the sixties, there were daily news clips as Walter Cronkite attempted to tastefully discourse on bra burnings and other such ‘Radical Feminist’ ideology. Hate wasn’t a word that was tossed around much back in those days — it was all ‘Love, peace, and rock ’n’ roll’. Or was it?
Civil unrest was rampant. The National Guard wasn’t deployed halfway around the world — they were right here — attempting to control the masses of Boomers whose mantra was ‘Trust no one over 30!’
Waves of Boomer Women watched their mothers be Queen of Castle — subservient to The King and as one proclaimed, “Fuck that shit!” And they promptly went to college. In truth — for the weed and the parties. But also to GET OUT! And also, because for the first time in American history — They COULD.
Then — we fucking changed it all. Slowly — perhaps — but we did.
We got elected to political offices.
We wedged our way into boardrooms — not just to take minutes. But to shatter glass ceilings.
We rose up the ladder in universities and became professors, stretching well past our assigned box as elementary school teachers.
We became doctors — not only nurses.
We worked construction for the pay because we had families — just like men — who depended on us for our paychecks.
We made the military put us into combat. Nurses had been on the front lines for Every. Single. War ever fought — holding scalpels and dressings — at long last, they finally gave us guns to defend ourselves and the ability to fight for those we loved.
We took back our bodies and our health care from an antiquated Catholic Church and Religious Right who had no medical-based knowledge. Those institutions formed ‘moral’ positions on their own political and financial agenda.
Make no mistake — we are still fighting. We fight for our children. We fight for our grandchildren.
Because MOST of us have never stopped fighting this fight.
As one of the youngest of The Boomers, I just turned 60 last week. I do not remember a day of My Life I did not have to remind my community, my society, my country, and my world — I AM HERE.
I am not going away no matter how much you wish I would. I will not be silent. And you had better fucking make room for me and all those who come after me.
I have stood on the shoulders of all the women who came before me in this.
We are Legend. We have cut a wide swath in the Patriarchy — and we did it backward and in high heels.
Be warned — we are not nearly done yet.
“Scream so that one day a hundred years from now another sister will not have to dry her tears wondering where in history she lost her voice.” — Jasmin Kaur