Summary
ONE evening in 1970, I had a call from June Levine. I stood with a telephone i n one hand and a raw pork chop in the other, and we discussed the public launching of the Irish Women's Liberation Movement. Our floating membership of around 15 women had been meeting in private, every Monday night in Margaret Gaj's restaurant, and I always dined there beforehand. This was not a Monday night and I was not a good cook.
I asked June what I should do with the chop. You put it in a paper bag, she said, walk to the taxi rank and bring it over to my house. I was there in about ten minutes. Her three children were in bed. She had opened a bottle of wine. She cooked me dinner, ran a bath, poured in precious oils, placed scented candles round the rim, lit them, and put me in to soak. Afterwards, there were fluffy towels and a dressing gown, and a laundered nightdress lay on a freshly made bed. I slept like a baby.See the full content of this document
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June Levine: Feminism's Real Outlaw
I fell deeply in love with the feminist ideal, which June personified: to make a home, make do and make welcome.
Next morning we got up to resume action to make all else equal:...See the full content of this document
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