They used to give us a day: it was called International Women’s Day. In 1975 they gave us one year, the Year of Women. Then, from 1975 to 1985, they gave us a decade, the Decade of Women. I said at that moment, who knows, if we behave they can let us get into the matter. Well, we do not behave and here we are.
We have done almost everything in pairs since Noah, except to govern. And the world has suffered for that.
In view of so much pain, I remain an incurable optimist. I am nourished by the passion of women with whom I have had the privilege of knowing and working, encouraged by their hope for peace, justice and democracy.
Women will change the nature of power, instead of changing the nature of women.
This woman’s place is in the house: the House of Representatives.
All the men on my team can write.
Abortion does not belong to the political arena. It is a private right, like many other rights related to the family.
The women have been trained to speak softly and wear a lipstick. Those days are over.
If we get a government that reflects more than what this country really is, we can change the century and the economy.
We need laws that protect everyone, men and women, heterosexuals and homosexuals, regardless of sexual perversion … ah, persuasion.
They are a very large minority that has suffered discrimination and has the same right to participate in the promise and the fruits of society as any other individual.
I’m not being funny when I say that the real enemies in this country are the Pentagon and their friends in big companies.
Women will not simply enter the contaminated stream. Women are changing the flow, making it clean, ecological and safe for everyone, every gender, race, creed, sexual orientation, age and ability.
They described me as a tough and noisy woman, a prize boxer, someone who hates men, whatever. They call me Batallando Bella, Mother Courage and a Jewish mother with more complaints than Portnoy. There are those who say that I am impatient, impetuous, capricious, rude, profane, impetuous and authoritarian. Whether I am any of those things, or all of them, you can decide for yourself. But whatever it is, and this must be very clear, I am a very serious woman.
I started wearing hats as a young lawyer because it helped me establish my professional identity. Before that, every time I was in a meeting, someone asked me to have a coffee.
We got off our pedestal and climbed from the laundry.
The test of whether you can keep a job should not be the arrangement of your chromosomes.
The establishment is formed by small men, very scared.
All the men on my team can write.
Imperfect as it may be, the Beijing Platform for Action is the strongest consensus statement on equality, empowerment and justice for women that governments have produced.
We are affirming human rights for all women and girls, recognizing the full range of diversity that exists and detailing actions to prevent violence.
I spend all day thinking how to defeat the machine and get the shit out of the political power structure.
A woman’s place is in the house: the House of Representatives.
I’m not a centrist.
I’m a politician. I’m running for the office. That is my profession.
Working women wore hats. It was the only way they would take you seriously.
As women, we know that we must always find a way to change the process because current institutions want to hold on to power and maintain the status quo.
Our struggle today is not to have an Einstein woman named an assistant professor. It is for a schlemiel woman to be promoted as quickly as a male schlemiel.
Our struggle was political, ideological and economic, and we felt that we could not do something for ourselves unless we improved society. We saw the two together.
We are taking women to politics to change the nature of politics, change the vision, change institutions. Women are not married to the politics of the past. We do not elaborate them. They did not leave us.
When I became a lawyer, only 2% of the bar was for women. People would always think I’m a secretary. In those days, professional women in the business world wore hats. Then I started wearing hats.
I always had a decent sense of outrage.
The struggle of women for equality throughout the world is more than equality between men and women. Our struggle is about reversing the trends of the social, economic, political and ecological crisis: a global nervous collapse! Our struggle is about creating sustainable lives and achievable dreams.
The internal operation of the Congress – the deals, the commitments, the sale, the co-optation, the manipulation without principles, the selfish professional career – is a history of decadence so monumental that I think that if people find out about it, it will demand its completion.
The Congress is a male power structure of middle age, middle class and white … it is not surprising that it has been so insensitive to the needs of this country.
In Britain, the government must appear before Parliament every day to explain its actions, but here the president never responds directly to Congress.
The women’s movement, not only here in the United States, but throughout the world, is bigger and stronger than ever and in places where it has never existed. It has arms. It has legs. And most importantly, it has heads.
Never come back, never apologize, and never forget that we are half of the human race.
She (a political woman) will challenge a system that is still linked to militarism and that saves billions of dollars a year by paying women less and using them as a reserve of cheap labor.
When I was a young lawyer, working women wore hats. It was the only way they would take you seriously.
Nixon accused himself. He gave us Ford as revenge.
I am not elevating women to sanctity, nor am I suggesting that all women share the same views, or that all women are good and all bad men.
We do not want so much to see a woman like Einstein become an assistant professor. We want a schlemiel woman to be promoted as fast as a schlemiel man.
Maybe we were not at the Last Supper, but we will certainly be in the next one.
I prefer the word “housewife” because “housewife” always implies that there may be a wife somewhere else.