Over the years, I've told colleagues and friends about things I have seen or experienced. Many times, people have said that I should write them down so that they won't be lost and forgotten, since some of them might be useful parts of our history. I've been writing them down, without being sure what I would do with them. I decided to gradually post them on this website, and see what reactions I get. I suggest reading from the bottom up (starting with the August 2017 post "The Meritocracy"). Thoughtful and kind feedback would be useful for me, and would help me to revise the exposition to make it as useful as possible. I hope that while you read my stories you will ask yourself "What can I learn from this?" I'm particularly interested in knowing what you see as the point of the story, or what you take away from it. Please send feedback to asilverb@gmail.com. Thanks for taking the time to read and hopefully reflect on them!

I often run the stories past the people I mention, even when they are anonymized, to get their feedback and give them a chance to correct the record or ask for changes. When they tell me they're happy to be named, I sometimes do so. When I give letters as pseudonyms, there is no correlation between those letters and the names of the real people.

Monday, September 24, 2018

Outtake #1: When something goes wrong

My next few posts will be "outtakes" from earlier drafts of my September 16, 2018 piece. See especially my commentary under the following outtake.

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There are things I should learn to do better. One is to choose my battles, or at least figure out sooner when the battle is lost. If you look up the management chain and see no one who can be counted on to do the right thing, then your only options might be the unpalatable ones of getting a lawyer, going to the media, or getting out. When the stress of unfair treatment makes you ill, it's probably time to get out. Your health is your highest priority.
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The above was intended as advice for students. But I've told a variant of this advice to administrators (who would rather that I hadn't), and it's especially important for them. To administrators and managers (in all professions), the message is:

People need to know where to go to get problems fixed. If the problem is more likely to be solved by going to a lawyer or the media than by any option you offer, then some people will do so. If you don't want that, you need to provide better options, that can be trusted to make things better rather than worse.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Moving beyond affirmative action for men

I was invited to submit a story for the book "The Struggle is Real: Stories of Struggle and Resilience on the Path to Becoming a Mathematician", edited by Allison Henrich, Emille Lawrence, Matthew A. Pons, and David Taylor, to be published by the MAA (May 2019 update: the title has been changed to "Living Proof: Stories of Resilience Along the Mathematical Journey"). According to the editors, "The goal of "The Struggle is Real" project is to talk openly about the struggles we have faced on the road to becoming a mathematician. ... the goal is to talk about it, to share personal stories, and start to break down the walls that have grown between people in our discipline. ... We believe that a resource like this will be valuable to our community in a variety of ways. First, it will give students a place to turn when they need inspiration, motivation, and encouragement. Second, it will remind those of us who are professional mathematicians to remember the times when we struggled and have compassion for our students who might be facing similar obstacles. In addition, it will help to dispel myths about who can and who cannot succeed in our field."

Below is the version that will appear in the book, i.e., the upbeat version. The editors asked me to remove from my early drafts the more pessimistic parts, and say more about things that helped me to survive. I plan to eventually post here some of the "outtakes".

 I joke that all of my higher education was at single sex universities ... but unfortunately for a sex of which I'm not a member. The disparities between the way men and women were treated at those universities ranged from serious to laughable.

I grew up going to New York City public schools when they were unsafe and the city was verging on bankruptcy. Neither of my parents graduated from college, so my siblings and I had to learn for ourselves how to cope with the Ivy League and Seven Sisters colleges.

Harvard College didn't admit women to the Class of 1979 (even though that's the college I went to). The female students were all admitted by Radcliffe College. The Harvard/Radcliffe ratio at that time was 2.5 to 1 by fiat, having gotten there gradually from a ratio fixed at 4 to 1 a few years earlier. People have told me that affirmative action must have helped me get into Harvard. They don't realize that Harvard's affirmative action favored men and not women; discrimination against women was institutionalized.

Our value was conveyed to us in trivial ways before we even started. With the acceptance letter, Harvard sent the boys a postage paid envelope for their response, and a fancy certificate suitable for framing stating that they got into Harvard. The girls needed to put stamps on their response envelopes. While Princeton alumni joke that Princeton's Latin motto translates to "God went to Princeton", I joke that Radcliffe's Latin motto translates to "Radcliffe has no money".

The female students were known as "Radcliffe bitches". Some professors made it clear that they expected the men to go on to top grad schools, while they expected the women to teach high school.

Harvard declared itself coeducational in 1999 (sic), but its 360-year legacy has a lingering impact, for example in faculty gender ratios. There were no female tenured mathematics Professors in the Harvard, Cambridge, or Princeton math departments when I was a student there, or any time before. Neither Harvard nor Cambridge had any in the 20th century, and Princeton's first was in 1994.

Churchill College prides itself on being "the first of the formerly all-male Cambridge colleges to vote to admit women". It is less proud that it was the last Cambridge College to be founded as men-only (contrary to Sir Winston's wishes). Churchill College first admitted female undergraduates in 1972. The Master while I studied there in 1979-80 had voted against admitting women.

That women weren't welcome at Princeton, which went coed less than a decade before I applied to grad school, was signaled in ways ranging from blatant to subtle. A group calling itself the "Concerned Alumni of Princeton" agitated to revoke coeducation. The ratio of men's rooms to women's rooms in the math building was 3.5 to 1. Some time after I graduated, someone who has been an AMS President told me that the reason there were no female students when he went to Princeton was that none were good enough to be admitted; he wasn't aware that women were barred.

I learned many things from my experiences. I learned that decisions that should be based on merit and fairness are often (subconsciously) instead based on empathy. This unfortunately leads to people favoring people who remind them of themselves, and people finding it hard to believe that those isomorphic to themselves can do bad things.

Something that helped me survive as a mathematician was that I'd rather listen than talk. Putting yourself in someone else's shoes is a useful game. Sitting around after dinner with other students (i.e., procrastinating instead of studying), we tried to figure out why we disagreed on something that seemed obvious to each of us. We could usually trace our differences to our own experiences or our family's values (and our acceptance or rejection of them). This helped us to see that there can be more than one valid viewpoint. One learns more by listening than by speaking.

I try to have a sense of humor and to be bemused rather than angry or resentful (though I don't necessarily succeed at that), and I try to remember what's important and not get stressed about things that aren't. I try to view the world with a sense of adventure and an appreciation for the absurd. (It helps that I haven't yet figured out that I'm not Alice in Wonderland.) Mathematicians (and people in general?) are a lot like children, with both the good and the bad that accompanies that. I'm eternally optimistic that, like children, they (we) have the capacity to learn and become better.

The mathematical community is a lot like a family. It's a collection of people, some difficult, some complicated, but to a large extent we care about each other.

References:


Nancy Weiss Malkiel, "Keep the Damned Women Out": The Struggle for Coeducation, Princeton University Press, 2016.

Sunday, September 2, 2018

"Alice, what are you doing next year?"

During my last semester at Harvard, I ran into Professor Q on the stairs leading to the math department Common Room. He animatedly asked, "Alice, what are you doing next year?"

I replied, "I got into MIT, Chicago, and Berkeley. Princeton makes its decisions next week. If I get into Princeton, I'll go there."

Q's face turned beet red. "You mean ... you're going to grad school?! ... In mathematics?!"

"Yes."

Not only had I done well in the courses I took from Q, but I had done well in general (I had already been named one of the few students to get junior year Phi Beta Kappa, and would soon graduate summa cum laude in mathematics). Had I been male, no one would have been surprised that I planned to go to grad school. In mathematics.

Q had clearly been planning to tell me something, but now thought better of it.

I asked, "What were you going to say?"

"Oh, nothing. It doesn't matter." He looked very embarrassed.

Curious, I insisted. "Please. You were going to say something. What was it?"

Hesitatingly, he told me that a math teacher at his son's high school had recently left. Q had thought that I might not have plans for next year, and would be interested in the position.

I deduced from Q's embarrassment that he would not have had this conversation with a comparable male student. But it's nice to know that he realized he should be embarrassed!