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Reckoning kicks off in 1972 with that most second wave of events—a consciousness-raising session convened by a young Cornell professor named Lin Farley, and a revelation about the number of women fired or compelled to quit jobs due to unwanted advances, touching, and assault. Once the phenomenon had a name, it could be the basis for a legal framework; once it had that, women whose lives and jobs were impacted could begin to fight back. Hirshman details the landmark cases of three Black women in Washington D.C. whose experiences shaped sexual-harassment law as we know it today: Paulette Barnes, a payroll clerk at the Environmental Protection Agency; Mechelle Vinson, an employee of Capital City (later Meritor) Federal Savings Bank; and Sandra Bundy, a vocational rehabilitation specialist in the city’s Department of Corrections.
Each of their cases turned on the claim that a hostile workplace environment counted as sex discrimination under the Civil Rights Act. All of them faced the uphill battle of convincing skeptical male judges that refusing demands for sex—or giving in to them in order to remain employed—counted as sex discrimination because while not every working women experienced it, all women were vulnerable to it. Central to these cases was Catharine MacKinnon, the young legal scholar whose theories formed the basis for sexual harassment as a systemic, rather than personal, form of economic subordination, and whose pioneering book, 1979’s Sexual Harassment of Working Women, argued for the novel idea that sexual harassment in the workplace should be illegal.
Once the phenomenon of workplace harassment had a name, it could be the basis for a legal framework; once it had that, women whose lives and jobs were impacted could begin to fight back.
Indeed, much of Reckoning feels like a vindication of MacKinnon, whose role in developing sexual-harassment law is overshadowed by her role in anti-pornography legislation and what came to be known as the “feminist sex wars” of the 1980s. Along with Andrea Dworkin, with whom she worked to craft a Minneapolis ordinance against pornography, MacKinnon’s forthright opinions on porn as an instrument of subjugation made her a hopelessly puritan feminist boogeywoman—she’s still falsely credited with insisting that “all sex is rape”—and rendered her virtually unemployable for years. (You thought cancel culture started with Twitter?)
It’s refreshing to see MacKinnon get her due (though Reckoning also delivers the unsettling reveal that her father, a Nixon-appointed judge on the D.C. Court of Appeals, was part of the panel for Barnes’s ultimately successful appeal—and was insistent that employers could not be held liable in sexual-harassment cases). But while Hirshman is an effective hype woman, her admiration of MacKinnon is part of a notable rigidity in Reckoning’s narrative, an inflexible ethos of good feminism vs. bad feminism that doesn’t always acknowledge the cultural complexity inherent in the milestones she recounts.
She characterizes the position of the sex wars’ anti-censorship faction, for instance, with no small amount of sarcastic side-eye (“Let a thousand flowers bloom. Male aggression, subordination, it’s all good.”) And as one of only a few high-profile feminists who publicly called for Bill Clinton to resign once his affair with Monica Lewinsky became national news, she has a withering I-told-you-so for others, like Gloria Steinem, who supported him (“[F]or 10 years after they assembled behind Bill Clinton, they got nothing. Unless it was also something the guys wanted.”)
There are also a few puzzling oversights in Reckoning, particularly in its depiction of the conception of sexual harassment as a form of discrimination prohibited under the Civil Rights Act. Hirshman notes that Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s early breakthroughs in discrimination on the basis of sex were influential to MacKinnon, who recognized the race- and class-based gaps in Ginsburg’s standard for treating women and men equally. But she doesn’t acknowledge that Ginsburg’s own work was heavily influenced by lawyer and National Organization for Woman cofounder Pauli Murray, whose work in the 1960s on the connections between race discrimination and gender discrimination prefigured Kimberlé Crenshaw’s construction of intersectionality.
And the book’s diligence in honoring the persistence of the Black women like Barnes, Bundy, and Vinson through court cases that were drawn out and often deeply demoralizing makes its scant, single mention of legendary civil-rights activist and lawyer Eleanor Holmes Norton—who as the chair of the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission under the Carter administration issued its first federal guidelines on sexual harassment as illegal—feel glaring. Overall, though, Reckoning reflects its title as an accounting of the victories and setbacks of a struggle that is about much more than legal architecture and corporate accountability. If the first half of the book describes the long, frustrating process of establishing the framework for prosecuting sexual-harassment complaints, then its second half grapples with the even longer, equally frustrating process of challenged entrenched, tacitly accepted behavior.
Changing laws is one thing, but, as we are reminded almost daily, getting those who have always benefited from power structures that enable workplace harassment—whether they’re a TV-network CEO or a manager at McDonald’s—is entirely another. As with the tonal shift in the term #MeToo, “sexual harassment” now calls up mandatory trainings in beige-carpeted conference rooms and clipped HR memos, bureaucratic hoop-jumping that often muffles the grinding, sickening inequality that continues to cost workers their jobs, their health, and their futures. Reckoning does its part to make sure that we understand the work it took to get here. It’s up to us to make the next 50 years of this fight matter just as much.
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