She asks, what else didn’t we learn in school? Constitution (except the Founding Fathers left out women). For example, she learns from Native Americans that Ben Franklin used the Iroquois Confederacy as a model for the U.S. What makes Steinem such a credible activist and organizer for human rights is her ability to listen to and learn from others. Traveling on trains with women who had little but shared everything, Steinem became part of their “talking circles,” where “listeners can speak, speakers can listen, facts can be debated, and empathy can create trust and understanding.” In this age of Twitter, email and texting, she cautions us not to forget the irreplaceable value of face-to-face dialogue in a shared space. At 81, she is still at it.Ī Phi Beta Kappa graduate of Smith College, Steinem began her global education with a two-year fellowship in India. Leading us on her road trips as a child and later as an activist and organizer, Steinem attaches faces and stories to the many reasons she loves and learns from it all. Her mother, suffering from depression and unable to continue her own career, taught Steinem the painful price a woman could pay for staying put and isolated. And also because I've come to believe that, inside, each of us has a purple motorcycle.My Life on the Road is a traveler’s journey like no other, and Gloria Steinem, feminist icon, 2013 Presidential Medal of Freedom recipient (President Obama called her a “champion notice-er”), journalist, organizer and activist, is your unique guide.Īs a child from Toledo, Ohio, Steinem accompanied her father across the country whenever the spirit-and the need to earn money-moved him. I tell you this story because it's the kind of lesson that can be learned only on the road. What seems to be one thing from a distance is very different close up. Even in the distant cliffs, caves of rescue appear. I've walked there, and I know that, close up, the barren sand reveals layers of pale rose and beige and cream, and the rocks turn out to have intricate womblike openings. On my own again, I look out at the barren sand and tortured rocks of the Badlands, stretching for miles. I even put 'Ms.' on my license plate-and you should see my grandkids' faces when Grandma rides up on her purple Harley!" He doesn't have to worry about his bike breaking down or getting a heart attach and totaling us both. It was hard, but we finally got to be partners. Then after the kids were grown, I put my foot down.
I used to ride behind my husband, and never took the road on my own.
"See that purple Harley out there-that big gorgeous one? That's mine.
“Before she leaves, my new friend tells me to look out of the big picture window at the parking lot.
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