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Reflective Essay On Gender Discrimination

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It was October 1965 – we moved to Douglas and lived in a pallid apartment building downtown, as it was all I could afford. Although it small, the town encompassed the loud personality of stereotypical families who had opinions on everything and everyone.
The frail, dying leaves obfuscated the path down Lincoln Avenue where I walked, glancing at the nebulous clouds drift through the sky. At eight this morning, I dropped off my two children, Evelynn and Paul, at their elementary school and walked to Jefferson Regional Hospital where I worked my morning shift. I then realized that my disregarded wallet lay on my kitchen table, and began the trek home to grab it.
The breeze blew by me as I continued and cars drove down the avenue. It was a gorgeous day; nature casting a chimera, hiding away oncoming troubles.
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Gender discrimination, a visibly trackable occurrence through time, can be traced through my own lineage. Although it recedes far into the past, its virulent hands seep into our future – grasping, gripping, pulverizing the progress of thousands before us. The stigmatization of divorced women in the 1960’s is rarely addressed as the egregious discrimination that it was. And still is.
In July, visited my Oregon and spent three days with my grandmother, Charlotte Carter. Unaware of her former struggles, I was saddened to learn of the discrimination she faced trying to survive as a divorced, single mother with two children. My newfound appreciation for this loving woman grows each and every time I see how she raised two compassionate, caring children despite the accusation from the world. My mother, Charlotte’s daughter, has given me the inspiration to tell this story in a hope to diminish the prejudice we all carry for strangers.
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I scrambled up the stairs and bustled down the unkempt hallway, only to find Mr., Duke at my door. He nonchalantly leaned on the doorframe and he held a stack of paper in his arms. Opening his mouth, he said, “You’ve been evicted. Be gone tomorrow

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