Caroline Chisholm, Radical
“there will be no rest until man is recognised as man, without distinction of colour or clime”
“there will be no rest until man is recognised as man, without distinction of colour or clime”
Mrs Chisholm became a familiar figure on the wharves in Sydney, meeting every ship, finding positions for immigrant women and sheltering many of them in her home.
The obverse of the Lone Hand (and of his mate, the Brave Anzac) is that it was women who were left to manage not just the home, but the industry which maintains the home.
from the 1970s women protested their absence from historical accounts, but failed to recognise that first wave feminists had proposed an alternative to the dominant male myth;
Today I detest even the picture of a Hereford cow. I loathe their white-washed faces, for I have ridden behind them, with eight of my own drovers, for six months, 1,000 miles as the route went but some 3,000 as I rode it