Praise For A Second Wave Feminist

I have critiqued the contemporary American feminist movement for many reasons. (Who hasn't?) Nevertheless, I have the greatest affection and fondest of memories for so many Second Wave feminists who have worked, tirelessly, and at my side, on behalf of women's freedom.

I now wish to praise one Second Wave feminist who recently died during brain surgery.

Her name is Judy O'Neil and her ancestors first came here in the 17^th century from Denmark and then, a century later, from Germany. She was born in a small town in Kenosha, Wisconsin. After college, Judy studied at the distinguished Max Planck Institute; she became a scientist who worked on tracking data about cancer survivors. Judy was not a single issue feminist. Her interests were wide-ranging and included the 1960s civil rights movement, the women's movement and the gay movement. She supported countless worthy causes including that of self-help for breast cancer, Alzheimers, paralyzed veterans, and a variety of environmental causes. She cared as much about mothers and children as she did about women's reproductive rights.

We recently gathered to remember her together. The entire gathering was filmed and will no doubt surface soon. Other speakers included her two older brothers and her niece, feminists Ti-Grace Atkinson, Susan Brownmiller, Evan Morley, Noreen Connell, Myra Carter, Roberta Gould, Carol Dunn, Judy's partner of 38 years, and myself. Here is what I said.

Phyllis Chesler's Remarks for Judy O'Neil's Memorial Service

Darling Judy:

Oh, how I wish you were still here with us, not only as a cherished friend but as living proof that our generation of feminists were also great and good, noble, self-sacrificing, generous, even humble. You, together with a precious number of other relatively "unknown" feminists sustained our movement, your volunteer labor and dedication literally built our "City on a Hill," our feminist Camelot.

I do not say this lightly.

You represent the very best of the Second Wave feminist movement. You came to serve, not to be glorified; you did not use our precious, limited time on the historical stage to dominate others or to "exorcize" your own demons. Feminism was not a career move for you nor was it a hobby. It was your spirit made flesh. It was your calling, your duty, you bone-deep desire. You did the work—your eye always remained on that prize—and you did so with utter humility and generosity. You could always be counted on: To attend the meeting, join the sit-in, vote, sign the petition, do the back office work, keep the books, take the bus at dawn, attend the demonstration.

In brief: You did the "shit work" and never complained. You did not manipulate people. You did not shun anyone or engage in idle slander. You did not have a malevolent bone in your body. Oh, how refreshing this was, what a blessing this was to me personally.

Forgive me, don't be angry at what I am about to say, but in a way, you were something of a secular nun, or at least, you were pretty saintly for a scientist and beyond saintly for a feminist. You were the salty "salt of the earth" and the "light of the world." (Matthew 5:13-14).

I can't even remember when we first met but it seems like we have known each other forever. Or, as Carol might say: Perhaps we knew each other in a former lifetime too. You and Carol met in 1972 and by then we had known each other for a long time.

Did we meet at an early NOW meeting in 1967, a march in the late 1960s, after the takeover of the East 5^th building in the beginning of the 1970s? It is lost in the mists of time.

As American feminists, we began counting time--real time--in about 1967. Before that we were "girls," "ladies," "wives," "women," dykes without political pedigrees, rebel girls for every group other than our own. Thus, you and I met at the very dawn of time.

I saw you in action in the mid-1970s at the Women's Coffee House in Greenwich Village: a wee bit dour, ready for trouble, ready to laugh, always responsible. You were Ti-Grace Atkinson's ardent supporter. I admired you for that. You made principled, often high-risk choices, and you remained loyal to them. I remember you at the second Women's Center, at countless readings, demonstrations, Memorial services, and social gatherings.

You were exceedingly generous to me and when I became deathly ill with undiagnosed Lyme's Disease and Chronic Fatigue Immune Dysfunction Syndrome; you did not disconnect. On the contrary. You drew closer. For years, you helped me balance my checkbook—that must have been some task!

Let me share a few memories: Once, when you asked me to speak at a fundraiser for Ti-Grace and I happily did so—you were the first to criticize something that I'd said right out there in public. No authority, not even the possible vulnerability of a friend, could keep you quiet when you had something to say.

Judy: You were at your most impressive when you helped me organize the historic, first-time ever Speak-Out of Women and Custody of Children in 1986. You were not a mother. It was not "your" issue. You had never been custodially challenged nor had you given up custody of a child under pressure. But unlike so many single issue feminists (abortion is the only issue, gay rights is the only issue), you "got" it, you understood how crucial the issue of motherhood is to women, what a nightmare it was when a good mother lost custody of her children and you devoted nine months of your life to helping me turn this historic Speak-Out into a reality.

The 25^th anniversary edition of Mothers on Trial with eight new chapters will be out this summer. I had so hoped to celebrate it with you. I still plan to do so.

Most recently, at your suggestion, we went to see a children's movie "because they always have happy endings." We saw "Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader." Being together was like being with family.

And, you shared more personal revelations with me, more "feelings," in the last months before your surgery than you had in more than 40 years. My lips are sealed.

Look: Please put in a good word for me on the Other Side. Try not to work too hard. You deserve a small vacation. And enjoy the flight—like the angel that you now are and have always been.