Women’s Colleges and Female Empowerment
The tragedy of my educational history is not that in some middle school classroom, the twin pressures of puberty and a plummeting self-esteem finally forced me into silence. The tragedy is that no one noticed.
Quiet boys are strange. When a boy goes quiet, people noticeand unless he has a good reason, like grief, or anger, or sulkinesshe gets branded as weird.
But quiet girls are just fine. Appreciated, even. No need to figure out why a girl is quietthats just how some girls are. And maybe even how theyre supposed to be.
I learned, when I did speak up in class, that I left with a feeling of guilt. What if Id spoken too much? What if someone elsesomeone smarter, someone betterhadnt had a chance?
After high school, I headed to Sweet Briar College in Virginia, a small, liberal arts, womens college. Unlike most of my classmates, I had actually chosen a womens college on purpose.
You see, I am the latest in a long line of womens college graduatesSweet Briar graduates, actually, stretching back to my great-grandmother, who entered the college in 1919. I had been brought up knowing that the fabulous women of my family, with their strength and intelligence and generosity, were the products of a womens college. While most of my first-year classmates chose Sweet Briar despite the fact that it was a single-gender institution, I was actually excited for it. Id not only heard the promises of the benefits of a womens college education; Id seen them lived out.
Unlike most of my classmates, I had actually chosen a womens college on purpose.
Id seen my mother pick out a fellow womens college graduate from across the room by the way she held herself, or introduced herself, or even the way she paid attention when someone else was speaking. She walks into the room like it matters that shes there, my mother would say. Not that shes the best, or most important, or all that. But that her presence matters.
Confidence. Passion. Success. These were the promises tucked into my acceptance letter.
Yet there was a part of me, the part that truly believed invisibility was the noblest choice, that I just wasnt leadership material, that didnt think the much-touted womens college transformation would work on me. I believed I would get a wonderful education, sure, but nothing deeperI couldnt really expect a miracle, could I?
At first, I went about my classes at Sweet Briar much the same way I had gone about my classes in high schoollearning as much as I could as quietly as I could. I loved the new things I was learning, but always, always, if the choice came down to learning something more or staying invisible, I chose invisibility.
This time, when I tried to be invisible, somebody noticed.
But this time, in this place where women spoke up because there was no one else to dominate the conversation, where women led because there was no one else to grab the spotlight, where women were freed to be themselves because there was no one to ask for the female perspectivethis time, when I tried to be invisible, somebody noticed.
We had been studying the Oresteia in my class on Ancient Greece, and I had dutifully kept notes of all my thoughts and theories so I could put them into a paper and hand them discreetly to my professor (discreet, after all, being a word that gets said approvingly of girls). After class, my professor pulled me aside to ask if I would consider speaking up more during discussions. Youre clearly keeping up with the material, he said. I think the class would benefit from what you have to say.
Much of my first year of college has been lost, perhaps mercifully, to the haze of time. But I can remember that moment in stunning claritymy professor, with his favorite Gore-Tex jacket and a dozen books tucked precariously under his arm, the light buzz of female voices all around me, the fading yellow walls of Benedict Hall, where generations of women had learned their voice mattered. As I just had.
Women dont keep quiet because we are dumb, or because we dont care. Women keep quiet because we have been taughtmaybe overtly, maybe over years of subtle cluesthat our voices are taking up somebody elses space. Often, women keep silent because we have been taught that silence is our best gift to the world. That silent is selfless.
But that day, my professor taught me that my silence was not the best I had to offer. I realized that by keeping silent, I might be withholding something valuable from the world.
Women dont keep quiet because we are dumb, or because we dont care. Women keep quiet because we have been taught that our voices are taking up somebody elses space.
It wasnt easy at first. I still felt that lingering guilt of taking up someone elses space. But as I kept at it, this learning-out-loud gig, I noticed the true miraclenot just that I was speaking, but that others were speaking, too. When I joined the ongoing conversation to share a theory, someone else would run with it, and when she ran out of ideas someone else would start in, and soon the whole class was throwing out questions and responses. I discovered that speaking up, when done thoughtfully, doesnt take anyones space away. It makes space for that next voice, preparing a place of invitation in the conversation.
I am grateful for the many women throughout history who have fought to be heard so that they might make space for the voices of other women. And I have found that the best way to show my gratitude is to speak up in my turn, always leaving room for the next person.
I found the courage to claim my voice at a womens college. I found it by listening to my peers, fabulous women who approached life with confidence, intelligence, and humor. I found it by discovering that being truly passionate about something makes it impossible not to speak out. I found it by being listened to, and by learning how to listen. Ultimately, I found the courage to claim my voice by learning that I matterednot just because of what I knew, what knowledge I could impartbut because of who I was. My passions, my gifts, my sticking points, my emotionsall of it mattered.
Sometimes the message is much quieterthe way male students get called on more often, or the way womens brilliance is relentlessly paired with womens beauty, as if thats the only thing that makes it palatable.
It is true that in America, women are quickly closing the gender gap in education, at least in terms of sheer numbers. In fact, at many schools, women now outnumber men. But simply corralling women (or men) through the educational process in order to hand them a diploma is different from showing women (or men) that they matter.
As many strides as we have made over the last hundred years or so, the overwhelming message to women in most parts of the American educational system is still that we dont matteror at least, that we shouldnt think that we matter. Sometimes the message is unmistakablewhat says women dont matter louder than a campus culture that tolerates rape and forces women to live in fear? Sometimes the message is much quieterthe way male students get called on more often, and listened to more carefully, or the way women are discouraged from pursuing their passion in STEM-related fields, or the way womens brilliance is relentlessly paired with womens beauty, as if thats the only thing that makes it palatable. Maybe we allow women to matter once they succeed. But we dont expect them to succeed because they matter.
There are plenty of statistics on how womens college graduates are more successful than their coed peers, how they make up far greater percentages of congress members and CEOs and college presidents, how they create a network of sisters willing to go to bat for each other. Ultimately, though, what undergirds all these statistics of success and satisfaction is a womens college graduates sense that she matters. Her presence in the room matters. Her presence in the world matters.
I realized that by keeping silent, I might be withholding something valuable from the world.
Ideally, this would be the message at every schoolfrom preschool to Sunday school to homeschooling to high school to college and trade school and university and beyondand I will not claim that no school other than womens colleges manages to instill a sense of worth in its students.
What I will claim is that womens colleges do it well, and have been doing it, in some cases, for hundreds of years.
If you are where I waskeeping your silence because somehow youve been taught that nothing you do or say or are really matters in the endI encourage you to find a community that pours all its energy into telling you otherwise. Once you find it, take a deep breath, and speak up.
To paraphrase my professor, the world will benefit from what you have to say.
Postscript: In between the time I submitted this article and it went to publication, Sweet Briar announced that it would be closing at the end of this school year due to financial difficulties caused by the diminishing interest in liberal arts women’s college education. Amidst the shock and grief of this week, I have heard one refrain repeated over and over again: This was the place I learned I mattered.” Women’s colleges are vital in the fight for gender equality, and I urge you to support them in any way possible. I also charge you to help save Sweet Briar’s legacy by encouraging the young women you know to own their intelligence, their courage, their voices, and their worth.
AUTHOR BIO: Carol Ferguson is a third-year student at Union Presbyterian Seminary in Richmond, Virginia, currently serving full-time as the Intern Minister at First Presbyterian Church in Henderson, NC. She graduated from Sweet Briar College in 2012 with one major, three minors, and a passion for womens education.