The name conjures up a special cachet in America lore. The nation’s second oldest college. Alma mater of Presidents. Hillary and Bill met there in law school. Bastion of the old boy network. Captains of industry sent their sons for 300 years. But not their daughters.
Yale was all-male—until 1968 when in the midst of controversy and outrage by many alumni, Yale College opened applications to women. Thousands threw their names into the very selective sweepstakes—seeking the chance to be pioneers—to co-educate America’s stronghold of male bonding and leadership.
It’s hard to capture what it was like at that unique time— it was a defining—and historic moment.
The New York Times ran a major feature in the Sunday magazine, describing the competition and the ultimate winners as “superwomen.”
Reporters besieged the campus on registration day.
My local paper, the Miami Herald, sent a reporter and photographer to New Haven to interview the three girls from south Florida who had been admitted to Yale (and Princeton). (that’s me walking through the archway–I think posing for that picture was the only time I wore a skirt in my entire time at Yale).
It was so long ago (you can tell by the faded newspaper) it must seem unimaginable today—that women were excluded from the culture and the fabric of this American institution.
Today it seems far away and almost quaint to remember what Yale was like when we arrived. It was a place for sons of the elite—geared to graduate 1000 male leaders a year. The guide for incoming freshman recommended to “treat Yale as you would treat a woman.” Men swam naked in the gymnasium pool. Busloads of girls arrived every weekend from Smith, Wellesley and Vassar for mixers with Yale men.
Things changed overnight when a few hundred girls moved into the ivy-covered colleges and merged into the population of 4000 young men—the supposed “superwomen” were stared at and scrutinized. No one knew what to expect—least of all, us.
In a sense, we were very motivated lab rats in a prestigious educational experiment.
We were writing the story of coeducation at Yale, a magnificent gesture in the midst of a turbulent time. In two years at Yale, my classmates and I were caught up in possibly the biggest upheaval of our time, when political activism, sexual freedom, feminism and enormous social change all collided—and Yale became a microcosm of what was about to happen in American society.
Another historic moment arrived in June of 1971—when about 200 women were awarded the first undergraduate Yale diplomas ever given to women.
I’m proud to have one of them. And as I write this I’m heading to New Haven for our (gulp!) 40th class reunion.
Boola Boola!
Ron says
Darryle: Enjoy your 40th Yale Reunion! I am so very proud to say that I have a friend who was in the first co-ed graduating class @ Yale, and one of the brightest lights of Beach High’s Class of ’67.
priscilla says
yay!!!! See you there soon 🙂
Rosalind Merritt says
Hi, Darryle,
Congrats on your wonderful achievements! Can’t wait to see you at our Beach Hi’s 45th.
Hope you get into our HOF… talk to you soon.
Call me after your weekend. 305-651-0222.
Roz
Rosalind Merritt says
Hi, Darryle,
Congrats on your wonderful achievements! Can’t wait to see you at our Beach Hi’s 45th.
Hope you get into our HOF… talk to you soon.
Call me after your weekend.
Roz
Darryle Pollack says
Thanks so much; was off the grid last few days and had a great time enjoying the reunion.
Darryle Pollack says
How is it possible you know how to use emoticons on my blog and I don’t?
And how is it possible that as a Yale grad, I can’t figure this out? haha