Ever since the new Top Gun movie came out this summer, my fourteen year old daughter is obsessed. Or maybe she is obsessed with Tom Cruise, can’t say that I blame her, considering that she has been watching one of his movies every day for the last few months. The movie that makes up the bulk of her viewing pleasure: the original Top Gun. For a month stretch, she watched it every day, sometimes as many as three times a day. The rest of our family no longer needs to watch because we can hear exactly where the movie is based on the soundtrack. Maverick, she’s watched that many times as well, although I think I outnumber her because I watch the highlights on YouTube every day. You can see where she gets her Tom Cruise obsession from. That’s where our similarities end. Since watching these movies constantly, my daughter is also obsessed with the F/A-14 tomcat, claiming it’s the most gorgeous plane. She wants to be a naval aviator although the odds are stacked against her- 5 feet in wedges, high glasses prescription, and a religious lifestyle that does not lend itself well to a naval lifestyle. Still she can dream, especially when in this new movie one of the pilots is a woman. My daughter tells me that she’s going to take me in a joyride in a jet in fifteen years ala Maverick and Penny. Um no. I am happy with my feet on the ground unless it’s absolutely necessary; yet, I will let my daughter continue to dream big.
Our wonderful middle school language arts teacher assigns one independent reading book each trimester. The second trimester is always a nonfiction book. This daughter spent a good six years not reading at all and detests nonfiction. I told you, after the Tom Cruise obsession, the similarities end. I took matters into my own hands by finding books on naval aviation. I figured she would be willing to read one of them. And considering that she says that Phoenix is wonderful, why not a book about a female naval aviator. There are plenty of Hangmans in the navy but not enough Phoenixes. When I saw a memoir written by a female aviator named Caroline Johnson call sign Dutch, I knew I hit the bullseye. Now to read this to see if my daughter would enjoy it enough to read for a school project.
Caroline Johnson comes from a family of pilots. Her grandmother was a nurse in World War II, and her father flies although not for the military. Her brother Craig is a naval pilot so naturally that is what she wanted to do as well. Excelling at the academy, she entered flight school and her instructors told her to go jets from day one. She was that good. In the jet community women have to work twice as hard, give 200% or they will be left behind. The navy is still an old boys network, and retention for female pilots is 17%. Even in Maverick when Admiral Bates says that more than ever the difference between life or death comes down to the man or woman in the box, one can sense the tension rising between Phoenix and Hangman. Hangman is an old school definition of a naval aviator- alpha white male. In the real world according to Johnson, these men freeze out the women, giving them menial jobs, many times speaking in sexual overtones, denying women promotions even if the women outperformed the men. Starting at the top from the admirals, this attitude of freezing out women needs to change. There need to be more admirals like Admiral Bates who believe that it comes down to the pilot in the box.
The navy afforded Johnson opportunities that people like my daughter dream of. Being an exchange student in Germany and learning the language fluently, finding a community of jet girls, sailing on the USS George HW Bush, and flying in country in both Afghanistan and Iraq, becoming the first woman to drop bombs on ISIS in 2014. Aboard the Bush, Johnson was fortunate that the admirals gave choice jobs based on merit rather than gender. Even in the prestigious Black Lion squadron, she excelled to the top and was on the path to go to Top Gun; yes, that Top Gun, when she returned. Yet, upon returning, the same squadron mates and admirals denied her opportunities to advance. The navy in real life as of five years ago did not come down to the pilot in the box, but to their gender.
Johnson is no longer in the navy although before leaving she returned to the academy as an instructor hoping to influence female students to go jets, as well as admirals that change must come from the top. Why do so many women leave jets, a whopping 87%? Because for years women were denied promotions, were treated second class regardless of ability, and saw few if any people like them in leadership positions. No matter how cool Maverick is, he is still a white male. This is the 21st century. Maverick’s pilots included Hispanics, Asians, an African American, and two women. Until the real navy, according to Johnson, becomes race and gender blind, few squadrons are going to look like the one in Maverick. Caroline Johnson lived the life of a badass jet girl for ten years but left because she still faced the discrimination that should no longer be present as we move ahead in the 21st century. My daughter is better off viewing Phoenix as a role model and perhaps strive to be an aviator in the Israeli army. I don’t know if I want her reading this book, as quality as it is, because its writer, as well meaning as she is, in writing about the navy’s shortcomings, is discouraging teenaged girls from even applying to the academy. Hopefully, ten years from now girls who grew up watching Phoenix fly as Maverick’s fox trot pilot will join the navy as aviators and remain there.
👩✈️ 3.5 stars ✈️