OPINION/Mary
Holland /The Irish Times
A male colleague in this office
put one side of the current argument rather well.
Charlie McCreevy's Budget, he said, had
discriminated against women working in the home
"who are performing the most important
service to society by rearing stable and secure
children".
A number of letters to this
newspaper have struck the same note. One
correspondent told us that "children only
need one thing to achieve happiness and high
self-esteem - unconditional love".
OK fellas, we get the drift.
Children reared by a mother who works outside the
home are less likely to be stable and secure.
Their chances of achieving happiness and high
self-esteem have been diminished because our
decision to take up paid employment - even when
economically necessary - has deprived them of
"unconditional love".
I've been listening to this kind
of stuff for the past 30 years, but my dim eyes
can still recognise a reactionary backlash. The
comments on Mr McCreevy's moves to individualise
the tax rates for married couples have brought
the old allies - the church, Fine Gael and other
self-appointed experts - happily back together,
expressing views which most of us thought had
disappeared from public debate.
Let's get a few facts separated
from the rhetoric about the McCreevy Budget.
First, nothing in its provisions discriminates
against the family in which one breadwinner goes
out to work and the other stays at home. On the
contrary, couples on a high single income will
still do better when costs for childcare and
other essentials are taken into account.
Second, in moving towards
individualisation, the Budget goes some way to
removing the discrimination that has operated
against married couples, both of whom work
outside the home, for more than 20 years. It
doesn't go as far as I (and many other women)
would like in recognising that a married woman is
an individual who deserves to be treated and
taxed in the same way as her unmarried sister.
I hadn't intended to write on
this issue. For a start it divides women, and I'm
enough of an old-fashioned feminist to dislike
that. Of course women have a right to stay and
home to rear their children. I welcome Mr
McCreevy's move yesterday, which goes some way to
recognising the value of their work. But married
women also have the right to work outside the
home without being penalised for it. That right,
believe me, was hard won.
I was reluctant to enter the
debate precisely because I realise that the
statement I've just made will seem like ancient
history to many readers. But we forget our
history at our peril. When I got married in the
late 1960s, I wasn't allowed to continue working
as a journalist. My husband's employers, whom I
had never met, simply made this decision for me.
Times and circumstances change.
By the time my children were born I was back at
work and the main breadwinner. I worked out of
economic necessity. But I also wanted to pursue a
job outside the home. It has been an enormous
privilege to report on Northern Ireland for the
past 30 years. I believe that the media have
played an honourable role in exposing
discrimination and injustice and I am proud to
have been a small part of that.
The life of a working mother is,
in some ways, not an easy one. And it's because I
now realise that many younger women still have to
cope with many of the same pressures that I raise
this small voice to protest at much of the
comment on Mr McCreevy's Budget. Don't get me
wrong. My children, as Cordelia put it, are my
jewels. I am constantly humbled and grateful that
they are not angrier about the many things of
which they were probably deprived. Not
unconditional love. That was there but, to use a
shorthand phrase, no child in our house ever
returned home from school to the reassuring smell
of baking bread.
Here are just a few of my
memories of trying to balance different sets of
responsibilities. There was the constant guilt
that the children might be missing out because I
was at work. Would they be doing better, feeling
more secure if I stayed home? There were attempts
to compensate them. I remember driving to Belfast
before dawn one Christmas Eve to buy the last
existing "Girl's World" on this island.
The toy itself was deeply politically incorrect,
being a wax head with false hair that
"grew" and accompanying make-up kit.
But I have the fondest memories of curling its
hair and applying blusher and lipstick to its
waxen face.
Alongside this there was the
pressure, more acute in those days I think, not
to give any hint to one's employer that one
required time off for some family crisis. Most of
all, there were the endless nightmares over
childcare. One of the reasons I have a high
regard for Peter Mandelson, incidentally, is that
when we worked together on television programmes
he was endlessly considerate about any crisis
which arose over who was minding the children.
Nothing in this column should be
taken as approving the broad thrust of Charlie
McCreevy's Budget.
I feel deep dismay that he did so
little to target social exclusion. On the issue
of childcare in particular, there is a need to
devote much greater resources (and political
commitment) to transforming the situation for all
families.
I've been thinking a lot these
past few days about Nursey Stoney and how lucky I
was to know her. Mrs Stoney ran a local authority
creche in the London borough where we lived when
the children were born. We paid nine pence a day
for each child and didn't pay anything if, for
some reason, the children stayed at home.
For this they were not only fed
and cared for, but taken on trips to the seaside,
visits to the zoo and had Santa Claus come round
on a fire engine for Christmas.
This wonderful place has long
since gone. The local council was dominated by
"the loony left" and Mrs Thatcher soon
put a stop to this kind of tomfoolery. But I
still have a photograph of Nursey Stoney, on the
beach at Brighton with the children, to remind me
of how things could be better for all women who
work, inside or outside the home.
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