DEAR Laura Wood,

I’m a little bit ashamed of myself because I often thought to write and say thank you for your website, your time, and your work. The young French man beat me to it. His letter greatly moved me.

My heart goes out to traditional women. I know that traditional women are under a lot of pressure to turn “liberated.” They are actually treated worse than the “horrible” white man is today, which is saying a lot.

In my so-called Catholic college, any female student who was traditional, or even a little bit conservative in any way, was treated like garbage. The male students didn’t treat them unfairly, their “radical sisters” did.

They could hardly get a word in during any class discussion. Many times, the traditional female students were actually screamed at in class by the radicals. The radicals were so shrill and angry, so intent on not allowing any opinion they didn’t approve of get a hearing, let alone a fair hearing. Not one professor ever said anything to the radical students. I felt like I was in a weird foreign land where all the rules I was taught as a child were turned upside down and rules just didn’t apply anymore.

I always spoke up on the behalf of the traditional female students. The radicals hated me, but they reserved their greatest hatred for the conservative women. Hatred is the proper word. That’s what it felt like.

The great litmus test was abortion. Any female student who was opposed to it, uncomfortable with the idea, or just not sure either way, was spoken to very severely by “the sisters”. Abortion is like a religion to them.

Everything hinged on that. The topic of abortion was brought up in many class discussions, even if the topic at hand had nothing to do with abortion. I saw fear and confusion in the eyes of the conservative female students during many class discussions.

Also, in many classes, including math and science, the radical females would turn the discussion to women’s issues. Even math and science. Not even the math and science professors said anything to the radicals.

I felt great nostalgia for the all-boy high school my parents “forced” me to attend. Boy, did I give my parents a hard time about that. I wanted to be around girls.

I attended college in the early 90’s. I didn’t go to college directly after high school. I was 32 when I enrolled. The young male students straight out of high school were overwhelmed by the stridency of the radical females. I could see that in their eyes, as well. It was easier for me because I was a older and I didn’t go to college for the social life. The younger males,of course, wanted to have a social life in addition to studying. They were quite shocked at the obstacles the radical females placed in their way.

My traditional mother was also treated disdainfully as many women in my family turned liberated. My mother worked hard and created a beautiful and comfortable home for my dad,my brother, and for me.

My liberated female relatives talked to her as if she was garbage because she didn’t go out and get a career. Never mind that she was getting older. Never mind that she had to leave high school as a girl to help support her family during the depression (same as my dad). She didn’t have a career so she was useless. I always went out of my way to show appreciation for my mother after I realized what was going on in my family. She was greatly saddened at the great disrespect that was shown to her.

My mother belongs to the ages now. An abiding prayer of gratitude emanates from my heart unto the Holy Creator for my mother’s love, her beauty, and her grace.

I come to your site often because it reminds me of my dear mother and my precious maternal grandmother.

Thank You,

Joe

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