• Dear Dr. Rajender . . .

    Dear Dr. Shyamala Rajender,

    The University of Minnesota and the Rajender Consent Decree are probably far from your thoughts. Most of the time they are far from mine, too. However, recently I realized that it’s been 40 years since the decree bearing your name helped me.

    I’m writing to thank you.

    Your courage fighting gender discrimination changed my perceptions of the world and set me on a feminist path that informed the rest of my life—how I see myself and thought about my career, how my marriage works, and how I raised my sons.

    Forty years ago, I was a Freshman Composition instructor at the University of Minnesota-Morris, my first professional job. In the spring of 1980, I got in trouble with the all-male senior faculty in the English department, because I wanted to present a noncredit lecture about women’s literature for a Continuing Education series.

    Several of the senior faculty reacted with a policy that stated, “. . . instructors in English should not participate in off-campus events, either formal instruction or informal presentations, which, in effect, call for a person who has been judged expert in the teaching of English literature.” In other words, I wasn’t supposed to talk about literature even though I had an M.A. in English Literature. The policy was odd and confusing. Several of the literature professors at UMM had been tenured with only a Master’s degree. But my credentials—which were the same as what some of them had—were suspect.

    At first, I was more scared than angry (anger came later). The Continuing Education director and the EEOC officer knew I was afraid I’d damage my career by fighting the policy, so they informed the academic dean about my dilemma. The dean and others were aware of your gender bias case against the Chemistry department on the main campus. Consequently, the dean insisted the English department rescind their policy, and I was allowed to give the lecture.

    Later that year, a number of faculty members, including me, received a $2,000 raise as a result of the Rajender Consent Decree. It’s hard to imagine now, but increasing my salary from $12,000 to $14,000 per year was a meaningful raise then. In general, it’s hard to convey to younger people just how crazy the late 1970s and early 1980s were for professional women.

    Your decision to fight the University of Minnesota had a lasting impact on my life.

    At 25, I learned gender discrimination was as real and insidious as the fatherly men in the English department, who didn’t see me as their equal and wanted to limit my opportunities. That experience didn’t drive me away from academia, but like you, I left the academic world several years later.

    Your career was exemplary (first a Ph.D. in Chemistry, later a law degree). Mine was much more ordinary, but I was always aware of the example I set as a woman in the workplace. Your determination to fight gender bias had a far-reaching effect on me and so many other women. I want to acknowledge your heroic contributions.

    Thank you again for your courage.

    Sincerely,

    Ellen Shriner

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    9 responses to “Dear Dr. Rajender . . .”

    1. Kim Gorman Avatar

      A beautiful tribute. Sadly, some men still think like that today, but things have improved in some disciplines.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Thanks for reading. These days, most of the men who think that know enough not to say so!

    2. Bev Bachel Avatar
      Bev Bachel

      I love your post. Have always enjoyed seeing how people, often without any idea of their impact, make a difference in the lives of others. Hope she sees your well-deserved tribute.

    3. Ann Coleman Avatar

      What an inspiring story! Thank you for standing up for yourself, as that did indeed make it easier for the women who came after you.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Thank you! I didn’t do much. Dr. Rajender’s case paved the way for me. Such weird times! Glad things continue to improve.

    4. Debra Fisher Goldstein Avatar

      A moving tribute and an impactful story. I’m very glad you shared it. Forward we go.

    5. Rosemary Davis Avatar

      Amen. I hope you actually mail this letter. Bravo!

  • Another Dog Story…

    Crystel at 5 years old with Rosie

    Was I afraid of other’s judgements, or did guilt keep me from posting the passing of Rosie, our beloved Bichon Poodle on Facebook? Four days after we put Rosie down, we came home with a ten-week-old puppy.

    Neither Jody nor I were interested in posting these two life events.

    Rosie had been with us for thirteen years. There were times that I thought she would last forever.

    Bandit Rose was her ‘real’ name. The name on her vet charts. In time, she became Rosie. The kids were 5 years old when we got her as a puppy. Juan named her Bandit and Crystel said Rose and so it was. She was their puppy.

    Rosie soon became everyone’s puppy and grew to be everyone’s dog – the people on the block, in the neighborhood, and anyone (person or dog) we would meet on our walks. She had a wag and a smile that softened your heart and made you better for the day.

    Rosie and Buddy

    On our walks, she would pull me crisscross across the street back and forth to meet her loves. She expected you to stop your gardening or yardwork to love her. And, you would. She had her own relationship with you. She was your dog in that moment and you were her world.

    Rosie joined Maggie (Bichon Cocker) who was already part of our family. When Maggie passed away at ten years of age, we grieved for a year before getting a puppy to join Rosie. We knew it was time when Rosie initiated a game of tag with a lamb while we visited a farm. It was clear that she needed a companion.

    Rosie and I grew old together. With two knee replacements behind me she was my dog to walk. Smelling the air together, sniffing at flowers, saying hello to her loves, we took our time. It didn’t matter how many blocks we walked or if we made it around Donaldson Park. What mattered was our unhurried pace and being outdoors.

    While I walked Rosie, Jody ran after squirrels with Buddy our Papillion Maltese mix. Jody intentionally sprinted the opposite direction with Buddy when she saw a person or a dog coming her way. Buddy rightfully earned the nickname Trouble.

    Crystel and Sadie

    Rosie loved Buddy. How she could, I don’t know. He often nipped at her tail, stole her bones, and grabbed at her leash, pulling her this way and that.

    Jody and I didn’t walk the dogs together, though we would leave the house at the same time and meet up towards the end of our walk. An enduring trait that Rosie had was running towards Buddy and greeting him like she hadn’t seen him in forever.  We all should be so lucky to have a Rosie in our life.

    Sadie, our Bichon Shih Tzu puppy is a lot like Rosie. Everyone’s puppy, a lover of other dogs. Greeting Buddy like a long-lost friend. Sadie has even had a mellowing affect on Buddy. He is calmer and learning how to play with other dogs.

    Maybe it was just that Rosie deserved so much more than a Facebook post. She needed an entire blog.

    She was my girl and I miss her. We all do. Jody’s words have eased my guilt in getting a new puppy so soon after Rosie, “If we could still have Rosie with us, we would.”

    3 responses to “Another Dog Story…”

    1. maxwellthedog Avatar
    2. Kim Gorman Avatar

      I’m so sorry for your loss. I know Sadie can never replace Rosie, but I’m sure she’ll bring your family as much joy.

    3. Martin Huberty Avatar
      Martin Huberty

      ROSIE! I am not a dog guy. I always looked forward to seeing Rosie. I would visit Jodi, Beth, and the kids, and would walk in to be greeted by Buddy and following right behind was ROSIE! Just something about that dog. I was up North, over the fourth of July……. received a text that Rosie past. I was sad, but very blessed that the DiGrazias knew how much I loved that dog, that they let me know. There is a little bit of Rosie, in all of us.

  • Avoca, Wisconsin – July 2019

    The Avoca summer house backs into a hill on one side. On the other side, the deck juts into oak tree tops. A friend and I are eye level with squirrels. Equals. As if tree tops are our place as much as theirs. Given a chance though, Nature would push down the house and reclaim the landscape.

    I don’t know the deep rhythms of the natural world, but for a few days, I’m immersed. Midwestern summers speak to me. Lush green cornfields exhaling. White daisies, purple crown vetch, and yellow bird’s foot trefoil cascading down hillsides and overflowing ditches. Ponds greening. Humming flies diving toward my head again and again. Gnats’ silent pestering.

    At dusk, the day has barely cooled. Humidity blankets everything. The air is still. Near the edge of the gravel road, a doe startles then bounds off through a cornfield. Birds begin their call and response. When evening deepens to inky black, fireflies as bright as falling stars flash: Find me. Find me.

    Nature’s abundance and persistence energizes and soothes. I know all is not right with the world, but for the moment it feels like it.

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    8 responses to “Avoca, Wisconsin – July 2019”

    1. Karen Martha Avatar

      Lovely and peaceful. Thank you.

    2. Sally J Bredehoft Avatar
      Sally J Bredehoft

      Beautiful writing. I have the same vista from my deck – we call it the ‘squirrel highway.’ Blessed to have this enforced break to think, write and be grateful.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        “Squirrel Highway,” what a good name! Thanks for checking out WordSisters!

    3. Beth Avatar

      This is one of my favorites of yours. Lovely, rich and full.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        Thank you so much! We’re not traveling but remembering travel. And looking forward to future travels! Hope all is well with you 😎

    4. Bev Bachel Avatar
      Bev Bachel

      Thanks for the reminder that nature both energizes and soothes…and that now’s the perfect time to embrace the outdoors.

      1. Ellen Shriner Avatar

        No doubt you felt that during you fishing trip.


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