Jonothon Jeers

Emmeline Pankhurst has at last turned in her grave; according to your issue of July 24. The position of women in this country is an exceedingly strange one; as it is born of the universal New Zealand attitude, I am not, unlike Miss Pankhurst, surprised to find it in our universities. I would agree that much of the problem stems from our foolish clinging to the single-sex education system, but I feel that the root causes lie even deeper than this.

The emotional climate of New Zealand is exclusively a homosexual one, not an uncommon situation in a strong patriarchal society aware of its position in the inevitable transitional change to a matriarchal dominance. We have the example of America before us, a nation founded in a similar pattern to our own, from strong pioneering male stock, building their lives in a community where women were at best a liability justifying their existence solely by providing sexual recreation and additional human material, preferably male. A society formed from such attitudes forms from its earliest stages a romantic conception of male "mateship." In the bush this attitude is that of a band of men fighting the elements together, who return at night to their human egg-producing machines, who may have been killed and eaten in the meantime by Maoris or Indians. In modern civilisation, the female, who no longer requires protection from this sort of thing, begins to assume a frightening role to this band of men. They retain their little band, speak of "the old woman." tip-toe home at night from an innate fear of her, and "go out with the boys" to escape her. Europe laughs at this escape, and continues sanely in its respect and adoration of the female, becoming alarmed in their travels to discover that here they are even expected to ignore their women at parties.

So anxious to escape has our New Zealander been, that he has left his children in the home with the monster.

As with the Greeks, so the female is an object of derision, to state love for her is unmanly. Yet, unlike these Athenians, our women are no longer helpless, totally unintelligent beings.

The patriarch sees his inevitable doom, he vainly attempts to protect himself, and in his anxious battle, unwittingly hastens his ultimate death.

A society which proclaims an emotional male "mateship," and which uses its women solely as sexual toys and domestic slaves can be nothing other than homosexual in basis.

The stern intolerance of the actual physical homosexual bears this out most amusingly for the "womanizing" of the male individual weakens the band of "mates" in their combat against the alien female specie.

It will be interesting; to watch our fear develop in this direction as the transition takes place. Which it inevitably must—hastened by "my mate"; by solely physical contact with the female, unhampered by emotion; by attitudes toward women devoid of any deep love, and by the refusal of the male to assume equal status with his wife in the home. (Oh, ask your Mother, children, ask your Mother!)

Love your brother, university men of New Zealand. And think closely next time you race off to the boozer with your Male mates, leaving your woman alone till the darker hours of dawn, to then caress her and forget her; next time you talk on an "intellectual" subject in the Caf., to leave such subject abruptly for a derisive "only in fun" flirting session as soon as a woman joins the table. (It is, after all, more comfortable to have her body and body-mind in operation than to hear her male status—what a presumption—mind in operation. And after all, one can always resume serious discussions when she leaves, one may even be lucky enough not to have to put up with her again until one's next woo session with her.)

Yes, Love Your Brother, Zealand men, and let your giant, inspiring Mom rule your country; the preserver of your race; the looming psychological force in your homosexual minds; ultimate Queen and victor over your nation.

Passing the love of women . . .

—Jonothon.