Monday, March 31, 2014

A VOICE FROM THE SOUTH

A VOICE FROM THE SOUTH by Anna Julia Cooper (Oxford U. Press, UK: 1892, 1988), p.60-62 W4RmyvQo/UzgQ8Rnzg7I/AAAAAAAAEAg/nbehpHAlEtg/s320/anna+julia+cooper.jpg" /> “All I claim is that there is a feminine as well as a masculine side to truth; that these are related not as inferior and superior, not as better and worse, not as weaker and stronger, but as complements—complements in one necessary and symmetric whole. That as the man is more noble in reason, so the woman is more quick in sympathy. That as he is indefatigable in pursuit of abstract truth, so is she in caring for the interests by the way—striving lovingly and tenderly that not one of the least of these ‘little ones’ should perish. That while we not unfrequently see women who reason, we say, with the coolness and precision of a man, and men as considerate of helplessness as a woman, still there is a general consensus of mankind that the one trait is essentially masculine and the other as peculiarly feminine. That both are needed to work into the training of children, in order that our boys may supplement their virility by tenderness and sensibility, and our girls may round out their gentleness by strength and self-reliance. That, as both are alike necessary in giving symmetry to the individual, so a nation or a race will degenerate into mere emotionalism, on the one hand, or bullyism, on the other hand, if dominated by either exclusively; lastly, and most emphatically, that the feminine factor can have its proper effect only through woman’s development and education so that she may fitly and intelligently stamp her force on the forces of her day, and add her modicum to the riches of the world’s thought. “For woman’s cause is man’s: they rise or sink Together, dwarfed or godlike, bond or free: For she that out of Lethe scales with man The shining steps of nature, shares with man His nights, his days, moves with him to one goal. If she be small, slight-natured, miserable, How shall men grow? Let her make herself her own To give or keep, to live and learn and be All that not harms distinctive womanhood. For woman is not undeveloped man But diverse: could we make her as the man Sweet love were slain: his dearest bond is this Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years, liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words.”