Nithya Reddy /
Gender at Work /
India /
Months of being inside and remote working brings an uncomfortable need for introspection. While helping Gender at Work for this fellowship, I kept asking myself why I was compelled towards this particular subject, that being woman and work. Why I threw myself into learning and helping people with experiences vastly different from mine as I stood from a place of privilege in the United States. I approach my role as a Human Rights Fellow with hesitation because I spent much of my life and college career on the other side.
My understanding of the terms, “economic liberation” and “financial independence,” were initially filtered through the lens of my immigrant parents and business school. To them, the ability to afford luxury goods was the reward for years and years of hard work. Coming to the United States meant opportunities for more money. I went along with their binary vision for my future: medical school or business school, both with guaranteed, giant incomes. I chose business school because I was too lazy for med school and too naive to understand what attending business school meant.
I was raised to believe and let myself believe that money is the solution. The world revolves around this romanticization of the free market and makes money, something that can never hold real value, the center of the human experience. Without money, there cannot be liberation or independence. In my application for the Human Rights Fellowship, I defiantly claimed that “women suffer daily abuse and are helplessly dependent” without financial independence. While women do suffer abuse, though, giving them new means of employment and income does not serve as the solution.
I have learned through both Professor Vasuki’s seminar and my time at Gender at Work that there is no singular solution to the systematic oppression of women, especially in India. This oppression has been in place for centuries and is a combination of both market and state mechanisms. Academics have been writing about the causes, and news outlets have been reporting their effects for years, but there has been no tangible change in the second-class status of women in India. Truthfully, I feel more and more dejected every time I read a new research paper or study for my fellowship.
My parents pushing me towards a reliable source of income was their reaction to the systems in place in India. My mother tells me that it was her mother who encouraged her to come to the United States and pursue a well-paying job. The fight for survival, unfortunately, includes the need for money. My rejection of this notion reflects a further sense of privilege, as many women need work to survive.
There is no proper conclusion for this post. I have been through a process of learning and unlearning that probably will end with more confusion and guilt. But, what I do know is that I will never be able to define the needs and wants of these women who live across the world from me. All I can do is work alongside them and help them fight for their own agency to construct the lives they desire.