A woman takes on the title of Doctor Who for the first time. She is the 13th Doctor Who. What is she like? According to Chris Chibnall, head writer and executive producer of the show, “She’s absolutely the Doctor. But there’s a new calibration, a new mixture of Doctorishness. The Thirteenth Doctor is incredibly lively, warm, funny, energetic, inclusive – she’s the greatest friend you could wish to have as your guide around the universe.”
This is a nice change for the show which has been around for 55 years. I have watched several episodes of it and of all the actors who played the character, my favorite is David Tennant. Actress Jodie Whittaker takes on the role. Unlike the daffiness and idiosyncrasy of her predecessors, she makes the doctor energetic, full of spark and relatable.
It will be interesting to see how Jodie fares in the role. Unavoidably, she will be compared to her male counterparts but it has been said that she is much closer much closer in tone to Matt Smith or David Tennant. If this is the case, then she’s off to a very good start because Business Insider ranked David Tennant as the top doctor and Matt Smith number 3.
Reaction to Whittaker being cast as Doctor Who was for the most part, positive. Some believe that a female Doctor would be a good role model for young girls, while others felt the Doctor was only ever meant to be male, or felt the casting was an exercise in political correctness. Jodie urged fans not to be afraid of her gender, saying, “Doctor Who represents everything that’s exciting about change. The fans have lived through so many changes, and this is only a new, different one, not a fearful one.” And it turns out that Chris Chibnall always wanted a woman for the part and that Jodie was their first choice.
We wish Jodie all the best in her groundbreaking role.
I learned today that March is Women’s History Month and it is a celebration of women’s contributions to society. Before Women’s History Month, there was Women’s History Week, the birth child of the school district of Sonoma, California which participated in Women’s History Week, an event designed around the week of March 8 (International Women’s Day). From 1978 to 1979, the idea to secure a National Women’s History Week lay incubated until February 1980 when it was born, thanks to President Jimmy Carter who issued a presidential proclamation declaring the week of March 8, 1980, as National Women’s History Week.
This year marks the 30th anniversary of the law which was passed making March Women’s History Month in the United States. This year’s theme is “Nevertheless, She Persisted: Honoring Women Who Fight All Forms of Discrimination against Women.” What a great theme. Like warriors facing bitter battles with ferocious armies, women face societies, communities, institutions and governments that would deny them their rights. Nevertheless, like phoenix rising from the ashes, women all around world are rising up, joining together and fighting for what they believe in. Their voices are raised in unison, refusing to be silenced, in spite of the draw backs they face. Silence is not golden. Using one’s voice to be heard is golden.
Throughout history, women have had dreams, hopes, plans and visions which they had to fight hard to realize. No amount of discouragement, obstacles, nay-saying, discrimination or opposition could quell those dreams, hopes, plans, visions which had taken shape. Women clung to their faith that one day they would be able to vote, own businesses, own homes, land, get an education, work in jobs and play in sports that were predominantly male oriented. They had to have the courage and the faith to step out, speak up and conquer a world that had long denied them and still does in some cultures, equality, recognition for their accomplishments and basic human rights.
However, despite the strides women have made in their fight for human rights, they still face mountains like human trafficking, modern slavery which target young girls, child marriage, FGM, access to safe water, realizing their self worth and potential in societies which favor boys over girls, pay equity, access to safe water and quality education. Just this month, the organization, Freedom United is calling for action for the following campaigns:
The fight to end modern slavery today in order to help girls like Phoebe, forced into the commercial sex trade at just 15 years old. Women and girls make up 71% of all modern slavery victims.
These girls should be in school getting quality education so that they would have a bright future. Sex should not something that they engage in until they are adults and married. Sex came from God was never meant to be exploited or forced on anyone. It was meant to be a physical and emotional expression of a husband’s and wife’s love for each other.
Momentum is growing to repeal laws that enable convicted rapists to marry their victims to avoid punishment. As well as the horrors endured by victims, this law means many women and girls where these laws exist are then forced into marriage against their will.
Marriage was meant to be between a man and a woman not a man and a child. And any law which allows a rapist to marry his victim to escape justice, should be done away with. It is a disgrace to human decency and dignity and it violates the victim’s rights. Marriage is a holy institution and is meant to be entered into with the consent of both the man and the woman.
Three-quarters of girls in Niger are married before they are adults. Child marriage often amounts to slavery, for example, when girls have not given their free and full consent, are subjected to control, exploited and unable to leave, so outlawing it is an important step towards protecting Niger children.
Imagine you have a young daughter and that a Nigerian girl her age is being married off to an older man. At the age of twenty, Fati Yahaya has been married twice, divorced once, suffered a postpartum hemorrhage after giving birth to her first child. I didn’t have a child until I was 41 years old! It’s so hard to fathom a young girl going through two marriages, one divorce and suffering excessive blessing following the birth of her first child. I don’t know how many children she had afterwards or if she suffered any more hemorrhages. And I can’t imagine giving my consent to have my daughter marry at the age of consent which is 15 or even younger when she should be in school. I can’t imagine subjecting her to a life of “abuse and unrealized potential”.
The last place you should expect to find a child is in a brothel; yet for 17-year-old Phoebe from Kenya, this is her life.
Phoebe comes from a poor family. When she dropped out of school, she went in search of a better life – instead she has been forced to have group sex with tourists for no money.
Reports indicate that more than 50,000 children are involved in different forms of commercial sexual exploitation. It is most common along the Kenyan Coast where the majority of tourism activities take place – in fact sex offenders travel to Kenya for this very reason: to prey on these vulnerable victims.
It’s sad that Phoebe had to dropped out of school and instead of finding a better life, she found herself plunged into a world of sexual exploitation. A brothel is no place for anyone, especially children. Sex offenders who travel to prey on young girls should be prosecuted and the brothels should be put out of business. Basically, the Kenyan government needs to do something. They need to protect the vulnerable.
Women and girls leave their homes every day to find jobs as domestic workers in the cities of your country.
But when they show up for their first day of work, some find out they’ve been deceived. Locked inside the homes of strangers — no contact with their families, and often beaten and sexually abused — they are caught in the nightmare of modern slavery.
What a nightmare it must be for women and children to go to what they believe is a job which will help their families only to be faced with brutality and sexual abuse. They are cut off from their families and forced into a modern slavery. People are not property and slavery should not have any place in our society. There need to be tougher rules for domestic workers and anyone caught exploiting their rights should be imprisoned. It’s time to get tough on those who exploit others.
Women’s History month is not only a celebration of the difference women have made in their communities but it is also a reminder that we still have a long way to go and that raising awareness is key. When I shared these stories with my husband, he commented that there is a whole different world out there that we are not aware of. And he’s right. If it weren’t for organizations like Freedom United, Equality Now and many others we would have no idea of the realities that many women and girls are facing.
“Mr. Thornber,” his name spilled involuntarily from her lips.
“What the blazes are you doing in here, Miss Roth?” demanded the gentleman. “You should be outside taking a turn in the garden. It is a very pleasant afternoon.” In a few strides he closed the distance between them. He stopped abruptly beside her, facing the fire, removing his gloves and warming his enormous hands which seemed to fascinate her at the moment as she replied to his inquiry.
“I was out in the garden earlier , Sir. And yes, it is a very pleasant afternoon. I was rather reluctant to come back inside but my duties to my pupil demanded that I do so.”
He turned to look at her and she met his stare, wondering if he had any idea of how delighted she was to see him. The days he had been away had dragged. The house seemed so empty and boring without his presence. She had no idea that he would return today. She hadn’t heard a carriage arrive and perceived that he had probably come by way of his horse. She had seen him once on the black steed and thought what a fine figure he made…
“What have you been up to while I was away?” his inquiry jolted her back to the present moment. She could feel her face grow red and hoped that he would attribute it to the fire. She moved away from the fireplace and went back to the chair she had vacated before he came in. She sank thankfully down into the soft cushions. She hoped he did not think her rude from walking away like that. As he crossed the room to where she was, she saw nothing in his countenance to indicate that he did.
He promptly took a seat in the chair nearby, his arm resting casually on the book on the table beside him, his head turned slightly to the right so he could look at her.
With her hands clasped in her lap as she returned his gaze, she replied, “Nothing outside of the ordinary. When I am not teaching, or outdoors, I spend most of my time here reading.”
“What sort of books do you like to read?”
“Fiction, mostly but I like History and Philosophy__”
“Philosophy?” He looked surprised. “Why should you like Philosophy?”
“Sir, do you wonder that I should like Philosophy because of my gender?”
“My surprise in your choice of discipline has nothing to do with your gender, Miss Roth. You just don’t seem like the philosophical type.”
“I beg to differ, Sir. Philosophy is an activity that I like to engage in. I like to question assumptions, beliefs and current presuppositions.”
He looked intrigued. “I suppose you are familiar with Plato, then?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me, Miss Roth, do you agree with his claim that ‘until philosophers are kings, or kings have the spirit of philosophy, cities will never have rest from their troubles’?
Before she could answer, he got up from his seat. “I should be very interested in hearing your answer. After you have had your dinner this evening, I should like for you to join me in here.”
Did she detect a tender expression on his face? Before she could be certain, he was gone as quickly and suddenly as he had arrived.
Sighing, she reached for her book but didn’t open it for several minutes. Her mind preoccupied with their conversation and his question about Plato. She would have to think about it. She looked at the clock. Three hours before dinner. She longed for the time to advance quickly so that she could enjoy his company once again.
Photo: British (English) School; Portrait of a Gentleman; Royal Albert Memorial Museum; Sources: Art UK ; CUNY Education; American Art
When my father and my motherforsake me, Then the LORD will take care of me – Psalm 27:10
For most parents, it is love at first sight when they see their newborn. Not so for baby Jansi. When her father saw her, instead of feeling love toward her, he felt shame. As he looked down into that tiny face, he didn’t see a beautiful baby. He saw a baby who wasn’t pretty, was too skinny and not looking right. The doctor concurred that she was abnormal. Jansi’s father didn’t want an abnormal baby nor did his wife. Filled with disgust, he threw the 2 day old baby in the dumpster and the couple walked away, not looking back nor shedding a tear.
Baby Jansi lay in the garbage, wailing until two arms reached into the dumpster and drew her out. Those arms belonged to a woman named Pranaya Chopra. Pranaya worked as a tutor to help the children with their academics at Gospel for Asia (GFA) supported Bridge of Hope center. Pranaya learned through preaching at Church and reading the Word that children are a gift from God. It was Pranaya’s sister who had Jansi and when Pranaya discovered she and her husband had tossed their newborn daughter into the dumpster, she went and found her.
Pranaya took the baby girl home with her and named her Jansi. Pranaya and Jansi’s grandparents cared for her and nursed her to health. To the Jansi, Pranaya was “mother.” Pranaya was there when the little girl crawled and when she became a toddler. She was there every step of the way, showing this abandoned child how much she loved her. When Pranaya got married, Jansi remained a part of the family, even when the couple had a child of their own. For Pranaya, “It is a great blessing for me to adopt my sister’s daughter into my family.”
When Jansi became school-aged, she was enrolled in Bridge of Hope. School work was difficult for Jansi but with the help of the staff, she soon improved. Jansi thrived and her biological parents saw how well she was doing and their attitude toward her changed. They wanted her back. They saw their daughter the way God and Pranaya did–a precious gift to be loved and cherished. It made it easier for Pranaya when she and her family had to move away. She knew that Jansi would be well cared for and safe with her parents.
Jansi lives with her parents and two younger siblings. She continues to attend Bridge of Hope center where she is learning about Jesus’ love for her and doing well in her studies. Her mother attends the monthly parents’ meeting at Bridge of Hope where she hears about Jesus. What a wonderful end to what started out as a very sad story. Although baby Jansi was discarded by her parents, God had plans for her life. He rescued her from the dumpster and placed her in the care of a woman who loved her as if she were her own daughter.
This story has taught me that we must never discard anyone because of their appearance, gender, culture or race but love them as Jesus does. He died for them too. He died for the unloved, unwanted, abandoned and rejected. It is His desire that they too may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly (John 10:10). Thanks to Him, Jansi is now enjoying a life filled with hope and joy and tremendous blessings.
For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’swomb – Psalm 139:13.
Bessie Coleman was one of 13 children to Susan and George Coleman, sharecroppers. The family lived in a one-room cabin in Atlanta, Texas. When she was two years old, Bessie’s father left the family in search of better opportunities in Oklahoma. Bessie’s mother did her best to support the family until the children were old enough to contribute. When Bessie’s older brothers went to work, she took care of her two younger sisters. She became the family leader, reading to her sisters and mother at night. Bessie promised her mother that she was going to “amount to something.”
Bessie began attending school when she was six and had to walk four miles every day to her segregated one-room school. There she loved to read and had the distinction as an outstanding Math student. The school closed whenever the students were needed in the fields to help their families harvest cotton.
Bessie attended Langston University, known then as Oklahoma Colored Agricultural and Normal University. She was able to complete one term before she ran out of money. She returned home. At 23 she moved to Chicago where she lived with her brothers. It was when she was working at the White Sox Barber Shop as a manicurist that her interest in aviation was kindled. She heard stories about flying during the war from pilots returning home from World War I. American flight schools did not admit black women and one of the pilots was willing to teach her how to fly.
Determined to earn her pilot license and encouraged by Robert S. Abbott, founder and publisher of the Chicago Defender, Bessie went to France after taking a French language course at Berlitz School in Chicago. In France, she learned how to fly in a Nieuport Type 82 biplane and on June 15, 1921 she became the first African American and Native American to earn both an aviation pilot’s license and an international license from the Federation Aeronautique Internationale. For the next two months, Bessie took lessons from a French ace pilot near Paris to polish her skills. When she returned to the United States she became a media sensation.
She specialized in stunt flying and parachuting. She earned a living barnstorming and performing aerial tricks. In 1922 she made her first appearance in an American airshow. It was an event honoring veterans of an all-black 369th Infantry Regiment of World War I. She was billed as “the world’s greatest woman flier.”
It was Bessie’s dream to establish a school for young black aviators but she didn’t live to fulfill it. On April 30, 1926, Bessie was killed in an accident while preparing for an airshow. She was only 34 years old.
Bessie Coleman remains a pioneer of women in the field of aviation. “Because of Bessie Coleman,” wrote Lieutenant William J. Powell in Black Wings 1934, dedicated to Coleman, “we have overcome that which was worse than racial barriers. We have overcome the barriers within ourselves and dared to dream.” Lieutenant Powell served in a segregated unit during World War I and pushed for black aviation in his book, journals and through the Bessie Coleman Aero Club which he founded in 1929.
Notes to Women is pleased to honor this remarkable woman who broke down gender and race barriers by daring to dream big. She kept her promise to her mother. She did “amount to something”.
The air is the only place free from prejudice.
I refused to take no for an answer.
You’ve never lived till you’ve flown!
I decided blacks should not have to experience the difficulties I had faced, so I decided to open a flying school and teach other black women to fly.
I saw this on CTV Newschannel here in Toronto just earlier today and had to blog about it. Gloria Steinem and Madeleine Albright rebuked young women for supporting Bernie Sanders and their bid to to turn the tide in favor of Hilary Clinton has backfired. Their outrageous remarks have offended many, including Zoe Trimboli, a feminist who supports Sanders. “Shame on Gloria Steinem and Madeleine Albright for implying that we as women should be voting for a candidate based solely on gender. I can tell you that shaming me and essentially calling me misinformed and stupid is NOT the way to win my vote.”
Dana Edell, Executive Director of SPARK Movement, a gender justice advocacy group, said, “While the historic aspect of the first woman president is hugely powerful and important and would set a really powerful image for young boys and girls to look up to, she might not be the right first woman.”
I agree that while it would be a historic moment for Hilary Clinton to become the first female Commander in-Chief much as it was when Barack Obama became the first African American to take that Oval office, women should not vote for Hilary Clinton simply because she is a woman but because they believe that of all the candidates, she is the most qualified or the best choice to run the country.
Some feminists, like Steinem and Albright want to see Hilary in office, regardless of whether or not she is the right choice. They want her there because she is a woman. Albright talks about the importance of electing a woman to the country’s highest office but what about electing someone who is competent and who will be president for ALL Americans. I have always believed that some feminists make feminism a hindrance rather than a help in the fight for equality. Here are two icons causing divisiveness and undermining feminism because they are dictating how women should vote.
What sort of message are Steinem and Albright sending to young girls when they say that if women vote for a man they go to hell because they are not helping a female candidate? Or if they vote for a man they are doing it because they want to be where the boys are? This looks bad on women. It’s sending the message that we vote with our emotions rather than with our heads. Albright talks about women’s equality but what about the young women’s right to vote for whom they want, regardless of gender, race or age? I have never seen a campaign where people are urged to vote for a candidate because he is a man. Feminists would be up in arms if that were to ever happen. So, when it comes to equality, a candidate should be voted for based on his or her merit and not on gender. Wouldn’t putting the right person in the Oval office be a true revolution, even if that person turns out to be Bernie Sanders? I am not a feminist but as a woman, I am offended by the thought that Hilary Clinton who is running for the presidency, should be entitled to the female vote. I would vote for the most competent person to run the country.
As feminists, Steinem and Albright should focus on areas of inequality and leave the younger generation to vote as they choose. True feminism is not about forcing people to do what you want them to do or to do as you do but it is allowing people to make their own informed choices, even if you don’t agree with them. That’s what America is all about, isn’t it?
