I was a smart girl. If Physics had been offered in my high school, I’d have been in that class. I was one of three girls in Freshman Algebra, but not until I proved the teacher wrong in Freshman Math. Only the valedictorian had been allowed into algebra until then. I was salutatorian, but that cut no ice, when only boys were allowed with one exception. One friend agreed with me re that general math question, so I took her with me to algebra. It was hard enough to be in the minority, harder still to be entering after the rest of the class had already had a week or so. But I survived. There was no extremist Muslim group called Boko Haram, whose name in the Hausa language means “Western education is a sin.” Not then, not in mid-Missouri in the late 50s.
But this is now. On April 15, hundreds of girls were abducted from their boarding school in Nigeria. The Nigerian authorities have been less than productive in getting these young women returned. In fact, they’ve lied to the parents, and are being ineffectual in spite of pressure being brought to bear by the USA (according to Secretary of State Kerry).
In hopes of viral pressure on Nigerian authorities to try to recover the girls, campaigns have started on the White House website, on Change.org and on Facebook to demand: “Bring Back Our Girls.” All this may or may not help, but it’s worth trying.
What does all this have to do with writing? It’s an opportunity to use your best writing skills to write to your congress people, to the White House. The pen is mightier than the sword, use yours to stand up for these young women. It’s the right thing to do.