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304 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1939
This New England doctor actually got up and told the committee: "We oppose this bill because, if you are going to save the lives of all these women and children at public expense, what inducement will there be for young men to study medicine?" Senator Sheppard, the chairman, stiffened and leaned forward: "Perhaps I didn't understand you correctly," he said; "you surely don't mean that you want women and children to die unnecessarily or live in constant danger of sickness so there will be something for young doctors to do?" "Why not?" said the New England doctor, who did at least have the courage to admit the issue; "That's the will of God, isn't it?"In terms of NYRB Classics, this work definitely earns the classy cover emblematic of the publishing imprint, unlike many of its fellow entries. However, it's necessary to remember just how much went largely unquestioned in one's elected officials way back when in the pre-Internet days, and S. Josephine Baker's queerness and appreciation of her more famous namesake didn't stop her from revealing herself as a white supremacist within the last ten pages of this memoir of hers. Not something I hoped for, considering how much trouble I went through to acquire a copy of this work, but not entirely unexpected. I deeply appreciate the pictures she painted of forthrightness and certain aspects of late 19th/early 20th c history, but all her moaning and groaning about the lack of progress (white) women made after winning the right to vote is hilarious when considering her abject fear of intersectionality in any form. All in all, Butler would likely have saved even more lives if she could ensured, as is largely inadvertently done in the European countries she lovingly references, that her surveyed population was near entirely white. A false note in an otherwise splendid record, but it is a necessary warning to any reader interested in this sort of material. Baker played an original part in the history of the development of both the US government and its responsibility to its citizens, but that doesn't mean she couldn't be a self-righteous bigot.
"See here," I said; "you are really crying before you are hurt. I quite realize that you may not like the idea of working under me as a woman. But isn't there another side of this question? I do not know whether I am going to like working with you.["]Starting this work off was rather surreal, as Baker apparently had a glorious childhood smack dab in the middle of the Gilded Age, when corrupt business exigencies were swiftly laying the groundwork for the scenes of plague and despair that the author would be confronted with during her rounds in the early stages of her medical career. The most interesting part about this introductory material was when she was finally thrust out of financial reassurance and had to face the idea of being the unorthodox breadwinner for her family, especially in how her situation compared to the fictional rendition found in Doctor Zay. Once Baker came sufficiently into her own, she became interesting in her own right, and it was rather thrilling to read about her exploits in carving great swathes through bureaucratic procedure and government policy in her crusade for infant and adolescent health. Of course, it was only sheer luck that the lack of oversight beyond the Tamany Hall figure didn't result in any kind of genocidal-coded programs on her part, as her own admittance to having a mind for management doesn't bode well in conjunction with her fear of "backward—but populous—countries" and "the dominance of the Orient or some unthought-of race." A mixed bag, but too useful in certain respects to completely disregard, although a grain of salt may be rather insufficient while reading certain sections.
The mere fact that in Russia every pregnant woman is given ample time off from her work both before and after her confinement and that she not only receives full pay for this time but also has the best care available during her entire pregnancy and confinement, all without cost, means an untold amount to the veteran welfare-worker.All in all, this wasn't the work I hoped to love, but it definitely belongs in my hypothetical collection of works that I plant o some day incorporate in my permanent library, with some caveats, of course. I still respect Baker, one queer woman to another, but one can tell that she fit in all too well with the status quo after a time, and any dreams and aspirations she had beyond curing the (white) children and getting the (white) woman vote were likely ground out in the face of being allowed to indulge in various state sanctioned holier than thou-isms. I likely wouldn't much get along with her in the flesh, but I am glad to be able to make use of her experiences for one argument or another, which is honestly the most one can get out of most historical personages. Anyway, with this, I'm glad to have officially finished my final 2018 personal reading challenge, and true to form, I'm already scouting out publication dates for next year's reading plans. On that final note, I leave you with an invitation to join in on the fun here.
It may seem like a cold-blooded thing to say, but someone ought to point out that the World War was a backhanded break for children—a break originating in the world's dismay at the appalling waste of human life, both at the front and behind the lines....When a nation is fighting a war or preparing for another, and the European nations have been doing one of those two things ever since 1914, it must look to its future supplies of cannon fodder. Particularly when supplies run short and unproductive militarism begins to lower the standard of living, rulers and governments begin to think hard about how best to conserve future citizens.