Women always
outlast men like ‘Hootie’
Commentary
by PAT MURPHY
"Hootie"
Johnson, who runs the Augusta National Golf Club and Masters Tournament
like a duchy, isn’t the first man to stubbornly resist opening a male
domain to women before finally waking up to the folly of his ways.
One of
the slowest, most obstinate and grossly insulting holdouts was the U.S.
airline industry, which, in its words, considered women too physically
weak, too emotionally unstable and symbolically unacceptable to
passengers to be allowed up front on the flight deck.
American
women began flying as early as 1911 (Harriett Quimby was the first
licensed woman pilot). But the first documented U.S. woman airline
pilot, Helen Ritchey, wasn’t hired until 1934 by Central Airlines. She
was a woman of incredible aviation achievements (including flying with
Amelia Earhart in the Bendix races) who beat out eight men for the job.
Yet captains wouldn’t allow her to touch aircraft controls, and she
literally was forced out of her job by the airline.
The worst
affront to women pilots came after World War II, when hundreds of Women
Air Special Pilots who’d ferried the fastest fighter planes and
largest bombers were told they were incapable of being airline pilots—while
thousands of men who’d flown the same aircraft were hired in droves.
Finally,
in 1973, Frontier Airlines broke down barriers and hired Emily Warner as
a co-pilot. Her acceptance forced other airlines to gradually and
grudgingly open pilot ranks to women.
While
writing an article about women pilots, I attended a meeting of the
International Society of Women Airline Pilots +21 in Denver, and watched
a roomful of women hang on every word as Emily Warner recounted her
struggle for an airline job. Each woman there had a tale of persistence
trying to put their piloting skills to use at airlines.
I bring
this up because earlier this month, now Emily Warner Howell, who retired
from a distinguished career including as an airline captain, was
inducted into the National Women’s Hall of Fame where women of courage
and persistence are enshrined for their pioneering spirit.
Now,
thousands of women throughout the world are members of what once was a
"men’s club"—flying the U.S. shuttle into outer space, in
combat in the Gulf War, as captains on the jumbo Boeing 747s, as pilots
on the supersonic British Concorde, as mothers sharing piloting duties
on jet airliners with their sons and daughters, as daughters flying with
their pilot fathers, and sometimes in command of all-female flight and
passenger cabin crews.
When
pilot-wife-mom Jean Harper finally got her stripes as a captain flying
out of Denver for United Airlines in 1986, she told me she requested a
special co-pilot for her maiden flight as commander of a Boeing 737: her
first officer husband, Vic.
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Just how
tight has security around the U.S. president become?
A
longtime journalist friend, Lloyd Clark, sends me a copy of a photo he
shot of President Eisenhower on Oct. 10, 1952, as Ike entered a
convertible at the Phoenix railroad station for a drive through
downtown.
While
other photographers surrounded the car with no Secret Service inference,
Lloyd found his way to the roof of the station to look down on the open
car.
When the
president entered the car, Lloyd yelled, "Ike!" and snapped a
photo from above as Eisenhower looked up, waved and flashed his
signature grin.
In today’s
tight security, no photographer would be permitted alone on a rooftop
pointing a camera down at the president, and the president probably
would never be in a convertible ever again.
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Ask
yourself: Who’ll be first to live up to their promise—O.J. Simpson,
finding the "real" 1994 killer of his ex-wife Nicole and her
friend Ronald Goldman as he promised after his acquittal, or President
George W. Bush, producing his promised substitute plan for dealing with
global warming after rejecting the Kyoto Treaty?