James Tiptree Jr. Quote

—so much more opportunity now. Her voice trails off.Hurrah for women's lib, eh?The lib? Impatiently she leans forward and tugs the serape straight. Oh, that's doomed.The apocalyptic word jars my attention.What do you mean, doomed?She glances at me as if I weren't hanging straight either and says vaguely, Oh …Come on, why doomed? Didn't they get that equal rights bill?Long hesitation. When she speaks again her voice is different.Women have no rights, Don, except what men allow us. Men are more aggressive and powerful, and they run the world. When the next real crisis upsets them, our so-called rights will vanish like—like that smoke. We'll be back where we always were: property. And whatever has gone wrong will be blamed on our freedom, like the fall of Rome was. You'll see.Now all this is delivered in a gray tone of total conviction. The last time I heard that tone, the speaker was explaining why he had to keep his file drawers full of dead pigeons.Oh, come on. You and your friends are the backbone of the system; if you quit, the country would come to a screeching halt before lunch.No answering smile.That's fantasy. Her voice is still quiet. Women don't work that way. We're a—a toothless world. She looks around as if she wanted to stop talking. What women do is survive. We live by ones and twos in the chinks of your world-machine.Sounds like a guerrilla operation. I'm not really joking, here in the 'gator den. In fact, I'm wondering if I spent too much thought on mahogany logs.Guerrillas have something to hope for. Suddenly she switches on a jolly smile. Think of us as opossums, Don. Did you know there are opossums living all over? Even in New York City.I smile back with my neck prickling. I thought I was the paranoid one.Men and women aren't different species, Ruth. Women do everything men do.Do they? Our eyes meet, but she seems to be seeing ghosts between us in the rain. She mutters something that could be My Lai and looks away. All the endless wars … Her voice is a whisper. All the huge authoritarian organizations for doing unreal things. Men live to struggle against each other; we're just part of the battlefield. It'll never change unless you change the whole world. I dream sometimes of—of going away— She checks and abruptly changes voice. Forgive me, Don, it's so stupid saying all this.Men hate wars too, Ruth, I say as gently as I can.