Her invisibility, born of 19th-century sexism, was Kate Warne’s most powerful asset. Because no one suspected that the beguiling woman mingling various social circles was a private eye. She had been hired by the famous detective and spy Allan Pinkerton after she explained “that she could go and worm out secrets in many places to which it was impossible for male detectives to gain access.”
“. . . So I tolerated it.” That’s too frequently what women say when they are groped, slapped, probed, raped, assaulted, insulted an harassed at work. Especially when the work is deemed macho, like firefighting, policing or patrolling. In these hypermasculine professions more than others, women are expected to be tough, to tolerate, to ignore and endure.
If you’re a woman and you can’t be bothered to vote in this election, then you owe Patricia McDonald an explanation. And an apology. Her grandmother, Catherine Flanagan, was 26 and on vacation in Washington when she was shot at, arrested, beaten, brutalized, humiliated and fed maggots and lice because she joined a bunch of protesters at the White House. Why? Because she wanted to vote.
Richmond, Virginia - the former seat of the Confederacy - has always embraced the man-centric, war-dominated way our nation marks its history. But that’s about to change. At the top of the grounds near the Capitol, the Virginia Women’s Monument is being erected. It will be a plaza filled with life-size, approachable statues of notable women from four centuries of Virginia history. When it’s complete, the number of men and women honored on historic Capitol Square will be even — 12 statues of men and 12 statues of women. Parity at last, in metal and stone.