I, like many people concerned with “people’s history” hate theme months. We should not only talk about Africans and African-Americans during February, we should not only talk about women during March, and we should not only care about LGBTQ folks in June. It’s despicable. We all make culture, we all make history, and we all have stories. That being said, I’m going to capitalize on this heightened awareness to women in history by adding my blog to the myriad blogs highlighting women in history. I will probably include some contemporary women too, because women are not a phenomenon of a bygone era. Look around, we’re all over the place.

Sojourner Truth (1797-1883): Ain’t I A Woman?
Delivered 1851
Women’s Convention, Akron, Ohio

Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that ‘twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what’s all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain’t I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain’t I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man – when I could get it – and bear the lash as well! And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what’s this they call it? [member of audience whispers, “intellect”] That’s it, honey. What’s that got to do with women’s rights or negroes’ rights? If my cup won’t hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn’t you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can’t have as much rights as men, ’cause Christ wasn’t a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain’t got nothing more to say.

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I can’t ever make it through a reading of that without a swell in my heart and a tear in my eye. Check out actress, Alfre Woodard, performing it live on stage in California in 2007 as part of Voices of a People’s History of the United States.

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I am addicted to lists. I live and die by my to-do lists. At the end of each month I put the quantifiable information into a spreadsheet. There is a corresponding Word document that has details about certain entries. The spreadsheet has categories like classes taught, abstracts submitted, conferences attended, and all those other things that I will need to know when I go up for tenure. The Word document has the deets. It also has the numbers, but it says what kind of classes, what the abstract subject was and where I submitted it, and what, where, and when the conference was. I keep all of my paper to-do lists and put them in a three ring binder, the color of the ink on the to-do lists matches the color of the binder – except for one week when I could not find my purple pen. I can tell you what I did at work pretty much everyday since I started my job 11 months ago. Yeah, I like lists. I also like music. A lot. I have music playing all day everyday. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I work in a library and should probably turn my music down, but the library bought me nice speakers, and I feel like I owe it to them to use them. If you’ve read this blog before, you might remember that I really like making playlists. I am now completely addicted to 8tracks.com. I finally have a venue for my dozens of playlists. This week I finished a series on the five stages of grief. I have been building these lists since 2006 when a friend and I were going through corresponding tough times. They are still “a living document” as we say in the biz, but I’m including them here for your listening pleasure. Well, your listening denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

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