Bleeding out in the thirties
Attended the book reading of ‘Mathematics of sex’.

The book ought to be valuable for all interested in the gender question though the data is specific to the US, issues dealt within it should be relevant anywhere. Definitely contains lots of thinking material for parents with girls.
The review goes something like this:
Nearly half of all physicians and biologists are females, as are the majority of new psychologists, veterinarians, and dentists, suggesting that women have achieved equality with men in the workforce. But the ranks of professionals in math-intensive careers remain lopsidedly male; up to 93% of tenure-track academic positions in some of the most mathematically-oriented fields are held by men. Three main explanations have been advanced to explain the dearth of women in math-intensive careers, and in The Mathematics of Sex, Stephen J. Ceci and Wendy M. Williams describe and dissect the evidence for each. The first explanation involves innate ability--male brains are physiologically optimized to perform advanced mathematical and spatial operations; the second is that social and cultural biases inhibit females' training and success in mathematical fields; the third alleges that women are less interested in math-intensive careers than are men, preferring people-oriented pursuits. Drawing on research in endocrinology, economics, sociology, education, genetics, and psychology to arrive at their own unique, evidence-based conclusion, the authors argue that the problem is due to certain choices that women (but not men) are compelled to make in our society; that women tend not to favor math-intensive careers for certain reasons, and that sex differences in math and spatial ability cannot adequately explain the scarcity of women in these fields. The Mathematics of Sex represents the first time such a thorough synthesis of data has been carried out to solve the puzzle of women's underrepresentation in math-intensive careers.
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Here, I am trying to put down the highlights of the more interesting part of the reading -the Q and A session with authors Stephen and Wendy.
Audience: Maybe two men and many women and girls who don’t need a book or statistics to tell them what they live through as most came from math intensive departments. They were there to confirm or contest the major observations in the book.
Wendy: It is a non issue with lopsided numbers in any area as long as it was because women made an informed decision about not being in those careers, however it has to be analyzed and rectified if the numbers reflect some unconscious and conscious biases towards making and sticking it out with these careers.
Stephen emphasized that girls were better or equal mathematicians right through school, and the first drop in numbers begins in the choice they make for undergraduate courses, the ones who persist and opt for math intensive graduate courses continue performing just as well as the boys. After Ph.D, females are still on par with their male colleagues in job placements, renumeration, publishing, advancements etc. However, in their thirties a major bleeding out of females from math intensive careers happens.
Wendy took over to say, the need for having a family and unwillingness to relegate childrearing to third party (nannies) is one of the big reasons for this age/stage specific drop out. Analyzing this it is evident that women cannot postpone their decision to bear children if they want to avoid infertility issues with older age. However, this period also critically co-incides with the time when high productivity is expected of young faculty and women take the drastic decision to drop out of careers that they had invested and excelled in all along. Usually never to get back to the system.
Is this an individual loss or loss to the country? The country has invested equally heavily in the training of these women and just when they are about to make a contribution, they reach this impasse. The female attrition is a big loss to the country just as it is to the personal.
Responses that I recall which were interesting, amusing and insightful:
1) A girl from math dept: is there data to show fall in female representation as one goes higher in heiarchy of elite institutes? if the usual explanations don’t account for this, would it indicate sexism is more prevalent in these places?
Others from the same dept : “Of course !”
2) What about non math-intensive careers, why is there no drastic fall there, the biology and early to mid-career demands for high productivity must exist for say law? How have the women overcome this?
Authors answer: Those careers are equally demanding and one does see a fall in the highest levels and few women make it partners, yet such jobs seem to be a little more friendlier to decisions of family and work. And Wendy wondered if it has also to do with female preference for careers that provide an interface with people, making it bearable to hang on in tough times, unlike math-intensive careers which can be isolating.
(I found the answers unsatisfactory. None of this explains 93% male domination.)
3) Another student from math dept, detailed how she started to see fewer and fewer females as she went into higher levels. And contested the data in the book that there were equal number of females at the graduate level. She said in her experience she found herself usually among the very few or sometimes the only one.
Response from a much older faculty: “Looks like little has changed from my time ” to the younger women’s chuckling and sound of weary laughter at all these revelations!!
4) A male student: How come motherhood becomes so important that women take such decisions, the man is the parent too, why does he not have the same response?
Authors: It is changing to some extent.
A mother of 1 year old: “Have to run to pick up my baby (it was after 5.30pm), but want to say my bit, something happens post childbirth, maybe hormones or something that clicks into the mother not the father.”
Student to this:” Really? Interesting! what hormones does one need to clean the bathroom?”
Wendy: When women give up the decision to have families/children then they are exactly like their male colleagues, so none of theories on brain apititute, biases etc are needed.
5) Question: In the 6% of women who have managed to remain in their careers and reach the top positions, is there data on how many of them chose not to have families and how many have families?
Authors: No clear data, but most of these women are non American, immigrants from European countries, where math ed. is always a push. So, once identified as good in math, the entire system gets them to focus only to enhance their aptitude in it.
Response to this: How does that explain the US having lower numbers of women excelling in math?
Wendy: That is a paradox, one would expect women from more patriarchal societies (Turkey), with lesser freedom to make choices would lead to them not taking up math-intensive careers but the data shows otherwise. One wonders if when presented with choice, women inherently choose what is more satisfying of their need to be in non-isolating careers?
Indicators of solutions (from random reading over the years):
Studying department structures and cultures-
Departmental attrition data from one state show that the difference between male and female rates of undergraduate attrition from computer science varies by institution. This analysis suggests that departmental factors are important in attrition from CS. Some CS departments inhibit female persistence at the undergraduate level while other departments promote persistence. The observed variation encourages research that compares departmental characteristics such as structure and culture, and relates them to departmental outcomes. Shifting the research focus to departmental characteristics and outcomes will identify effective methods for retaining women.
By taking a hard look at work-family policies-
Employee Assistance Plans, dependent care flexible spending accounts, and emergency child care are associated with increases in the percentage of associates who are female. Second, these policies are linked to reductions in the turnover rates of associates. This, combined with the first finding, indicates that work-family policies help retain female employees. Overall, these findings suggest that firm provision of work-family policies can play an important role in retaining female employees without hurting firm profitability.
Additional useful material is here
Jani
I wrote a post for Pavada about Sant Janabai. This however is not Janabai’s portrait . I just like it.

I didn’t find many images of this Maharashtrain poet from the 13th century. But a few translations of her abhangs are available online, this is how i read her now, quite sure it will change as time goes by and i hope to find some more reference material on her, a few though are heading my way from inter library loans. Here is one of her reprimands to God for neglecting her:
O you Vithya Vithya
nasty brat of the original illusion,
your widow has become a whore
and wears bangles of Savitri,
your corpse has been carried away,
seeing it, even death cries.
standing in her courtyard
Jani curses you!
Elsewhere she tells him:
O God I have lost your love
and will not serve you again
there is nothing special about you
your vanity turns me away.
why should I fear your anger?
your strength depends on me.
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Source: Janabai and Kanhopatra: A study of two women sants. Sarah Sellergen.
Images of Maharashtrian women in literature and religion. Anne Feldhaus.
UN begins to move on caste discrimination
“The most widespread, pernicious and intractable form of discrimination on EARTH”. Pay attention to the very last bit on religion. Every word is worth its weight in gold, or may be platinum.
(i listened to this short speech the second time with my eyes closed, the two ladies are beautifully distracting
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Translating the body inside the head
While reading this if there are some kannada speaking ones, please let me know what you think of this vacana. I love listening to it, but cannot fathom it at all.
This one below is a lot easier.
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Lord, if you will listen, listen;
If you won’t, don’t—
I can’t bear to live without singing of you.
If you will look, look;
If you won’t, don’t—
I can’t bear life unless I look at you and be happy.
If you will agree, agree;
If you won’t, don’t—
I can’t bear life unless I embrace you.
If you will be pleased, be pleased,
If you won’t, don’t—
I can’t bear life unless I worship you.
O Channamallikarjuna, jasmine-tender,
Offering you worship, I will play
On the swing of happiness. [Chaitanya, p. 33] (This sounds like this in kannada.)
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So simple to translate, or is it? I have two colleagues taking a go at it, one in Spanish and the other in Hebrew for Pavada, both believe that they will be able to do a fairly good job of it. I am very curious though to know how they read and interpret it. Of course like me their grounding is biology, so God, worship etc is hmmmm. But Akkamahadevi’s vacanas is not godliness as much as spiritual in content. Which I am using as a start of sorts to understand how Indian women perceive their bodies and all that it entails, my first attempt is here on Pavada blog. If you are wondering what it has to do with this blog? The dalit world, is all about control of the mind via control over our bodies by the oppressor, be it in labor exploitation -mostly manual comprising both genders or in sexual exploitation -largely women. For long I believed that scientific/biological awareness of the body would help in loosening the tightly wound coils of physical and hence psychological oppression. But then if the educated women (all castes/classes) knew the biological significance of menstruation, would they still be having notions of impurity associated with it? The body can be explained through biology, but it will still clash with the inherited understanding of the body, that we receive from our cultural-historical milieu. It leads to what we do so well, partition our brains into modern and pre-modern/ logical and illogical selfs. So an attempt to understand the other non biological bodies in our heads is necessary, at least to me.
Source: Songs for Shiva. Vacanas of Akka Mahadevi. Translated by Vinaya Chaitanya.
Videos: Youtube.
Pavada, new blog on Indian translation
In the early days of this blog, sometime last year, CF in one of the comments here had discussed having a blog that focussed on Indian translations that are not easily available. The discussion then was in a political context, where he had translated a news report for this blog. But time went by, and last week he asked me to write a piece for the new blog, he named Pavada. I sat on it, but it is really up and there is one Urdu translation of Ghalib’s poem and another one that I have to back and read again, it is by the Telugu poet, Sri Sri’s, Jayabheri, please go read. I finished my attempt at, not a translation but trying to understand some of them -I’ve never been good with languages, but would like to think that I have a good ear for songs. He has an open invitation for bloggers and friends who are interested in this kind of writing to send in articles. Way to go!!
TISS Students take stand against inaction on caste-based atrocities
A rape incident in Beed district of Maharashtra brought some of us together to look into caste-based atrocities, particularly against dalit women, in this State. Many public meetings later, it was decided that a letter expressing our concerns and articulating our demands be sent to relevant government authorities in the State and the Centre as well as various commissions and the media.
Following is the letter, which has been passed in the GBM held on Saturday. Please do sign up for it on the posters that have been put up near both the dining halls and the new campus canteen.
Respected Madam/Sir,
We, the students of Tata Institute of Social Sciences, Mumbai, write this letter to you to condemn caste-based atrocities against Dalits, particularly Dalit women, across the State of Maharashtra.
The immediate context to this letter is the gang rape of a 15-year old dalit girl at the village of Ranjani at Georai taluka in Beed district, Maharashtra on August 23, 2009 by some upper caste men. The trauma of the rape apart, the girl was beaten up by the police and threatened against making a complaint. The FIR was registered only at the instance of the District Magistrate of Beed but even then the crime, clearly a caste-based atrocity, has not been registered under the Scheduled Caste and Scheduled Tribes (Prevention of Atrocities) Act, 1989. About a month into the rape, the accused have also not been arrested.
Incidents of caste-based violence in Beed District are not new and newspapers over the last few months provide evidence of this rising brutality. On August 24, 2009, a dalit man from Malaspimpalgaon was poisoned to death because he refused to beat the drum during the ‘Pola’ festival. Earlier, on June 25, 2009, another dalit man from Phulepimpalgaon at Mazalgaon was murdered by upper caste people. On January 17, 2009, in Shindi village, two Dalit college girls were severely beaten and paraded in the village because they did not respond to lewd remarks by upper caste people.
Organisations working with Dalits in Beed district – Rural Development Centre and Savitribai Phule Mahila Mandal – have found that out of the 247 cases, registered for offences against SC/ST between 2001 and 2008, over 70 such atrocities have been against women.
This data points to a larger incidence of increasing caste based violence against Dalits across the State. Government data shows that the number of atrocities against SCs in the state has gone up from 689 in 2004 to 844 in 2005, 1,001 in 2006 and 1,173 in 2008. (Indian Express; August 5, 2009)
The increasing violence also shows the complicity of the police with people from upper castes in perpetuating atrocities against Dalits, particularly Dalit women. This is clearly seen in the gang-rape of the 15 year old Dalit girl from Beed.
That women bear the brunt of caste-based violence is well documented. Even in this case, the girl was raped and then beaten up by the police when she went to file her complaint, not just because she is a woman but importantly because she is a Dalit. Violence against dalit women, we assert, is to perpetuate and sustain caste superiority. Rape of women from the dalit community is a tool of violence used by upper-castes to maintain their control over marginalized communities.
Therefore, to prevent atrocities and to strengthen security of Dalits, we demand that following action be taken:
1. The case must be registered under the SC/ST (PoA) act.
2. The P.S.I. of Georai police station should be suspended immediately and action taken against him under section 4 of SC/ST (PoA) Act, 1989. The Sarpanch, Police Patil, S.P., D.M. should be held responsible in case of atrocity in their areas, under the same provision.
3. Police have been seen as complicit in caste-based atrocities. Efforts, in the form of training programmes, by the State Government are necessary to ensure that the police act as agents outside of the caste system and ensure safety of the marginalized. It must be ensured that the police do not make victims of caste-based violence more vulnerable.
4. Beed district should be declared as Atrocity Prone Area, a provision under section 17 (1) of the SC/ST (PoA) Act, 1989.
5. A comprehensive review of caste-based atrocities in all districts must be undertaken and those areas which see a high incidence of such atrocities must be declared atrocity prone areas as well.
6. The State should undertake its duty of providing economic and social rehabilitation for victims of all caste based atrocities, as given under section 21 (iii) of the SC/ST (PoA) Act, 1989.
7. A collective fine must be imposed on villages where caste atrocities have been reported, as provided for under section 16 of the Act.
8. In most caste-based atrocities, it has been seen that the police do not register cases against the SC/ST (PoA) Act. It must be made mandatory for the police to register them under this act. Action must be taken against those police officials who do not register it under the Act.
9. Investigation by a special committee on why the gang-rape case at Beed had not been registered under the Act should be undertaken since it could provide indicators to the visible trend of not registering caste-based atrocities under the Act.
10. Caste-based violence against women must be registered under provisions in the SC/ST (PoA) Act and the Indian Penal Code together. This reflects the understanding that violence against women is because they are vulnerable as women and also as members of the dalit communities.
Lastly, the State must explore initiatives to encourage collective action among Dalit women for their empowerment and to provide them a safe environment. We would like to add, that we intend to follow the proceedings of this case closely and will be awaiting an urgent response from you, to decide on further action. We hope that the above demands are considered at the earliest so that the confidence of Dalits and the general public in the State is restored.
Breadu and Bedu

The world for me is split into the lords above and the pests below. The older sibling and their friends ignore me –the ignorers/lords. The younger siblings and their friends think I am a push over –the pushers/pests. I never asked to be a middle born, or even born at all. But such is my sandwiched life.
Left home to do research with the hope that the world would order itself in some other way, no such luck. I landed in the research scholars (RS) wing with senior researchers and a crowd of PG students accommodated there for lack of space in their hostel. The venerable RSs ignored and the pesky PGs began their pushing me around right away.
One decided that I was spending most of the time in the lab; it was better use of space –my single room- for her to study in. Key was dutifully handed. In the mess, my share of ‘perugu’ was given to the one standing behind me in the line, which would lead someone else to loudly draw attention to the atypical Tamilian. And the dining table would light up with animated discussion of the Tamils eating habits -relished by gults and all. Since there was always someone new at the table, I would be asked to explain my strangeness; an occasional “you will die in the Hyderabad heat without buttermilk” advice would be kindly given. Of course it was my moral obligation to pay for street food, dhaba or any other food that we all occasionally ate outside the campus, for I was the only one with a fellowship.
I did all this with natural practiced ease, good training at home, you see. But one little incident pushed the pushers one notch higher in peskiness. One fine day, I was informed that I had been volunteered to be the exam scribe for one of her sight-challenged classmates. Date and timing was given. “Its simple, just get permission from your supervisor” I was ordered.
The exam was history. Chapters: renaissance and reformation. Now, the last time I’d looked at a history book was way back in 10 std and I schooled in state syllabus, which actually does not recognize the World or that it has some history. When I tried to get this fact in, I was talked down, “you have to write what he says, you, don’t need to know anything.”
Permission was got. We were introduced and I again made attempts to say that history was a strange subject for me, he nodded and was saying something, when I realized, he was only talking in Telugu. The PG introducer had disappeared from the line of vision. The urge to flee the situation took firm grip on me. He was going to recount renaissance in Telugu and I was to translate it into English, in two hours, under vigilance? No way. Determined hunting resulted in me being told “too late we cannot find another scribe for him, it is history, the words are all in English, you can construct the sentences, how tough can that be?
Two days prior to the exam date, I had a visitor, which in ladies hostel means, opposite gender (females just walk into your room), males have to wait outside and a messenger will herald this to the whole female world. For reasons that are not clear to me yet, I had very few ‘visitors’ (the telugu guys must have thought ugh, one more from across the border, the tamils must have thought, ‘no eat curd rice, she no interesting’ I think they all thought I was weird) anyway, back to my visitor.
It was him. He looked very sad and tired. Concerned english-telugu combo questions, got me the gist that, he was suffering from fever – I tried to frame the sentence “but you walked all the way from men’s hostel to the ladies hostel” –it is far (logistics of don’t know what, but they were really located at two different ends). He then handed me a small pile of books. “Don’t you need it?” I asked. Received a negative nod, adding that for him, next two days was only “breadu and bedu” and walked away, forlornly.
Then the middle world metamorphosed. The lords glared their “don’t you dare flunk a PG exam.” The pest’s glee went up festive levels “ the scholar in my tenuously given RS title was on display, imminent disgrace awaited, definite proof that only the sorriest of PG’s opted to be RS.” Beyond all this, I stood at the other side of the great divide. I researched science -a knob turner, and they the true scholars.
Helpful tidbits in the common spaces (bathroom, dining hall, corridors) were sent in my direction, like “you cannot mug historical facts, imagination is needed, try to step into the shoes of the past actors.” Incidentally, the past actors were large white masses of flesh, often shoeless, spreads in the pages of books that had suddenly grown into a large pile.
Survival instincts kicked in and I kicked the door shut to the wing mates and did what I do best with exams. Cram. Surprise awaited me. I actually started to enjoy the deliciousness of that period. On the day of the exam we were seated in a beautifully decorated Prof’s room. And I wrote with moderated enthusiasm. The last warning in the hostel was still ringing in my ears “don’t get him in trouble by getting him high marks” and remembering to nudge the happily dreaming examinee to keep talking, now and then. The invigilator did not hound us, but would definitely wonder at what got written in total silence.
He/I passed the exam. He made few more ‘visitor’ visits to get my signature on forms, as the Univ. admin did not take kindly to my asking him to donate my scribe ‘fees’ to the blind association. The rest of my short stay, I’d see him occasionally and to his “Hello, anu” ” from several yards before I stopped my bike, I’d always ask the idiot question “how did you know it was me?” He’d respond with a grin “of course, I know it is you”. I have a vague idea of where some of the lords and pests are now, I think about them sometime, about him too. His name was Govind. I never worry about how he is. Of course he is doing fine. He just had it in him.
Image courtesy : Internet.
Alas you will die.
I recall a November day, he was not six months old and the master came into the shack…..
And this man was speculating over my son’s cradle, a slavedriver’s cradle.
MOTHER
Alas you will die.
REBEL
Killed….. I killed him with my own hands……
Yes, a fecund and copious death…….
It was night. We crawled through the sugarcane.
The cutlasses were chortling at the stars, but we didn’t care about the stars.
The cane slashed our faces with streams of green blades.
MOTHER
I had dreamed of a son who would close his mother’s eyes.
REBEL
I chose to open my child’s eyes to another sun.
MOTHER
……O my son…… an evil and pernicious death.
REBEL
Mother, a verdant and sumptuous death.
MOTHER
From too much hate.
REBEL
From too much love.
Spare me, I’m choking from your shackles, bleeding from your wounds.
REBEL
And the world does not spare me…… There is not in the world one single lynched bastard, one poor tortured man, in whom I am not also murdered and humiliated.
MOTHER
God in Heaven, deliver him!
REBEL
My heart, you will not deliver me of my memories……
It was a November night……
And suddenly clamors lit up the silence,
we had leapt, we the slaves, we the manure, we the beasts with patient hooves.
We were running like lunatics, fiery shots broke out……… We were striking. Sweat and blood cooled us off. We were striking amidst the screams and the screams became more strident and a great clamor rose toward the east, the outbuildings were burning and the flames sweetly splashed our cheeks.
Then came the attack on the master’s house.
They were shooting from the windows.
We forced the doors.
The master’s bedroom was wide open. The Master’s bedroom was brilliantly lit, and the master was there, very calm…… and all of us stopped….. he was the master……. I entered. It’s you, he said, very calmly…… Its me, it was indeed me, I told him, the good slave, the faithful slave, the slave slave, and suddenly my eyes were two cockroaches frightened on a rainy day…….. I struck, the blood spurted, it is the only baptism that today I remember.
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Source: Lyric And Dramatic Poetry. by Aime Cesaire.
Translated by Clayton Eshelman & Annette Gail Smith
Dedicated to Raj Kumar’s Mother
