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Transitions Magazine - Fall 2012 - Prescott College

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Women’s Studies at <strong>Prescott</strong> <strong>College</strong>:<br />

The Beginnings<br />

By Lisa Stewart Garrison ’75<br />

By the late 1960s and early 70s, as feminism swept the<br />

country, dramatically changing what women expected<br />

of themselves and each other, the seeds of the women’s<br />

movement were taking root at <strong>Prescott</strong> <strong>College</strong>. With its slogan<br />

“the personal is political,” feminism was primarily impacting urban<br />

centers. Few would have predicted that young women at a secluded<br />

college campus in the chaparral country of the Granite Dells of<br />

Central Arizona might be emboldened to develop courses of study<br />

and ways of living and talking together that would contribute to the<br />

broader movement and transform the lives of those of us involved.<br />

In many ways, fertile ground for women’s empowerment was<br />

in place by 1968 when <strong>Prescott</strong> <strong>College</strong> formally launched its<br />

signature three-week Wilderness Orientation Program. The first<br />

cadre of young women participated in intensive hiking, kayaking,<br />

river rafting, and mountaineering; faced physical challenges, took<br />

risks, and engaged in cooperative teamwork, gaining newfound<br />

confidence in their strength and problem solving abilities. Three<br />

days spent alone in the wilderness nurtured qualities of self-reliance<br />

and a sense of spiritual connection with nature.<br />

Yet as classes formally began, women<br />

students quickly learned that experiencing<br />

competence in wilderness settings and<br />

knowing how and when to use words to<br />

confront sexism were very different things.<br />

At <strong>Prescott</strong> <strong>College</strong>, in that era, men greatly<br />

outnumbered women on the faculty and in the<br />

syllabi. Out of a faculty of 37, only three were<br />

women. As women students we embraced<br />

<strong>Prescott</strong>’s philosophy of taking individual<br />

responsibility for directing one’s own education.<br />

We were learning to read maps and to<br />

map out our lives. But we were also searching<br />

for role models and determined to find faculty<br />

on campus to help us articulate our insights.<br />

<strong>Prescott</strong> <strong>College</strong>’s first women’s<br />

consciousness raising group met at the<br />

school’s newly opened Center for the<br />

Person on October 19, 1970. We found<br />

our faculty mentor in Heather Keen<br />

(now Heather Starsong), who had<br />

arrived on campus to teach modern<br />

dance and establish ayoga program.<br />

A group of 12 to 15 of us met weekly,<br />

throughout the year, verbalizing<br />

feelings and perceptions previously<br />

left unsaid, grappling with our increasing<br />

anger, and finding our common<br />

ground as women.<br />

Although at first reluctant to serve in an advisory capacity,<br />

Heather stepped in, on condition that we accept her as a fellow<br />

learner, since she didn’t claim this issue to be within her area of<br />

expertise. Feminism was focusing on women and their bodies at<br />

that time, but the emphasis was on reproductive rights, access to<br />

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healthcare, sexuality, and self-defense. Heather’s commitment to<br />

embodiment through improvisational dance and the inward<br />

journey set a distinctive tone for our explorations. She invited<br />

special guests to meet with us, such as the ritual and ceremony<br />

maker Elizabeth Cogburn. Heather’s grounded presence in a<br />

turbulent time of intense social awakening demonstrated for us<br />

what it is to be an emotionally courageous woman.<br />

The provocative influence of feminist theory and the<br />

intellectual firepower of<br />

Peggy Rourke and Sarah White, 1972, by Beliz Brother<br />

confrontation were alive<br />

and well among women<br />

at <strong>Prescott</strong> <strong>College</strong> in<br />

the early 1970s. A feminist<br />

critique of the<br />

Orientation Program<br />

began to emerge. Give<br />

us experiences that lead<br />

us out of our comfort<br />

zone, by all means. But<br />

Outward Bound’s creed<br />

then—“To Strive, To<br />

Seek, To Find, and Not<br />

To Yield” (Alfred Lord Tennyson)—<br />

evoked a summit mentality, a push for<br />

the peak, and an unwillingness to surrender<br />

that was increasingly discomfiting<br />

to women.<br />

A group of us set up a feminist<br />

dorm. Hot-off-the-press feminist<br />

manifestos, forwarded to us by my<br />

sister in California, were coveted like<br />

contraband. Dog-eared copies of the<br />

women’s newspaper Off Our Backs were<br />

passed from room to room. We were<br />

yearning to read literature by women<br />

and to find heroines whose journeys<br />

might inspire our own.<br />

In the fall of 1971 fellow women students approached me to<br />

teach the <strong>College</strong>’s first women’s literature class. We organized<br />

ourselves as an Independent Study with Heather Keen and<br />

literature professor Dr. Stan Witt serving as faculty advisors. By<br />

the following spring, 25 women were enrolled.<br />

We supplemented a syllabus of novels by women with<br />

readings of feminist theory and criticism, acquired through<br />

pilgrimages to bookstores in Phoenix and Berkeley. We were<br />

making our way through the writings of Shulamith Firestone, Kate<br />

Millet, and Robin Morgan. The poetry books of Sylvia Plath, Anne<br />

Sexton, and Judy Grahn were on perpetual reserve for us in the<br />

library. Throughout the spring of 1972, we met each Monday<br />

evening in an old grey farmhouse off campus (then home to a<br />

group of <strong>Prescott</strong> students and their small herd of goats).<br />

Inspired by our readings, our conversations ranged from<br />

women’s changing identities, to women loving women, and<br />

Women’s<br />

Literature at<br />

<strong>Prescott</strong> <strong>College</strong> was my<br />

entry point to everything. What<br />

we read and talked about, where<br />

we met, who we understood<br />

ourselves to be, opened the door<br />

to what I would study, whom I<br />

would love, how I would live<br />

and work.<br />

—Melanie Lohmann ’75<br />

Lisa S. Garrison, 1972

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