This book launched my blood pressure into the stratosphere.
Susie focuses on the quarter-century between WWII and Roe v. Wade, a time when the nation was scrambling to restore the social, racial, and gender norms disrupted by the war. Among other things, the book examines the language of blame and perception, e.g. the semantic transition from “He ruined her” in the pre-war period, to “She got herself in trouble” in the ensuing years. Similarly, the term “race” became interchangeable with “culture” in this era.
Pregnant, unmarried whites were perceived as an aberration. In the age of hyper-Freudism, white girls who had sex outside of marriage were perceived to have a treatable mental illness stemming from mother-issues in childhood. Their “sin” was essentially asexual. White pregnancy was virtually invisible as girls were farmed out to maternity homes and “encouraged” (to put it mildly) to give their babies up for adoption, as there was a real market for white babies. These “visits to far-away family” allowed a female to return home childless and once again eligible for the marriage market of the 1950s and beyond. In the eyes of society, these women were never mothers. White women were only made mothers through marriage.
Conversely, unmarried black women were not considered casualties of a fragile psychology, but rather victims of their inferior African DNA. From earliest American history, black women have been considered biologically defective as a result of their wanton hypersexuality. That this prejudice was likely manufactured by white slave owners as a convenient excuse to rape black women doesn’t seem to lessen its hold on society’s perception.
Single pregnant women of either race had few options. Therapeutic abortions, available only through the approval of (overwhelming white male) doctor boards, were routinely denied to unwed mothers. If you were white, you had the option to spend your pregnancy in a maternity home, which were White Only. A mere SEVEN black maternity homes were in existence in 1951. Single black mothers often kept their children due to an utter lack of options, as well as better support within the black community. However, while white women were able to pick up essentially where they left off, black women were systematically humiliated by a society that portrayed them as biologically defective, and found themselves both unemployable and ineligible for public housing due to their “inferior morality”.
Prior to WWII, unwed mothers were principally supported by family and immediate community. Following WWII, programs like Aid to Dependent Children (welfare) were put in place. This made unwed mothers (read: black women, since unwed white women were rarely allowed to keep their babies) a political argument for segregation and sterilization. The bodies of black women therefore became the domain and burden of politicians, taxpayers, and social service providers. The ADC was increasingly spun as Black Welfare, with black women ‘breeding’ more and more children for a paycheck.
Child, please.
“Having babies for profit is a lie that only men could make up, and only men could believe.” –Johnnie Tillmon
Long story short: the entire history of women, women’s sexuality, and single pregnancy is a freaking outrage. But if you’re a black woman, it’s completely out of control. The postwar shifts examined by Susie continue to be played out on talk radio, Supreme Court cases, and society generally. Women’s bodies continue to be government-regulated.
In the US, medicines only legally require a prescription when they may harm the public health. Fifty-nine years (!) after the pill was approved by the FDA, women’s access to contraception is controlled by insurance companies, doctors, the pharmaceutical industry, and Hobby Lobby. (Don’t give me that danger bullshit; greater risks are associated with Excedrin.) Women have an abundance of paternalistic obstacles that must be overcome in the management of their bodies: unnecessary annual doctor’s appointments for birth control; sex shaming; prescriptions meted out in small monthly increments vs. other common prescriptions that come in 3-months packs; “conscience clause” laws allowing pharmacists to refuse to dispense emergency contraception; and on and on.... Obstacles like these made me a mother of three, instead of two.
…And that’s just trying to PREVENT pregnancy. Laws to restrict women’s access to safe and legal abortion are tightening all over the country. In contrast to the backlash against Indiana when “religious freedom” laws were enacted to allow LGBT discrimination, the shredding of women's rights is met with virtual silence. Why aren’t Apple and Nike screaming to boycott Kansas and the 11 other “conscience-clause” states? Why aren’t Angie’s List and Microsoft blasting Texas after it upheld a ruling that closes all but seven abortion clinics in the state (in the No-Irony-To-See-Here name of “protecting women’s health”)? It’s the equivalent of corporate crickets.
And what about my public librarian, who made a lemon-sucking face when I checked out this book, and absolutely INSISTED in wrapping it up in a plastic bag? (A book condom for my own protection?)
I digress.
Post-13th, -14th, -15th, and -19th Amendments, Post-WWII, Post-Roe v Wade, Post Cereal – the battle for equal rights is still in its early days. And it’s not merely theoretical. 99% of women have utilized birth control. One in every three women you pass on the street has had an abortion. Three years ago, I met my secret niece, the daughter my sister had at a maternity home/“visit to far-away family” and was forced to give up for adoption.
Susie’s story stops in 1973, but…it doesn’t. It goes on.