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UNTIL LAST YEAR, I paid little attention to the Women's Liberation Movement. It seemed to represent either a rerun of what I had lived with for forty-five years or an embarrassing overstatement of that experience. Then in August 1970 on a remote Greek island, as I was reading a news report on the fiftieth anniversary of the Women's Suffrage Act, the photograph of a placard carried in a Women's Liberation demonstration caught my eye. The placard read: "Down with women who have made it." It struck me that the demonstrators probably included me in that characterization. These women of the new generation, I realized, would hate me as a smug renegade who refused to fight openly, satisfied with her own modicum of success and indifferent to their dilemma because it was no longer mine. My justification for my current lack of involvement might have been that I had already done my share. Had I not proved, alone and in my own way, that a woman could combine marriage and motherhood with a professional career? But then I proceeded to ask myself if that was really the full measure of my share. Perhaps it behooves those of us who have "made it" to cease to regard ourselves as "above" the present struggle and try to make a contribution. To start with, we might review for ourselves how we had handled the same dilemma.
Aside from a personal dislike for militancy and stridor, I