"Moving the Mountain" tells the story of the struggles and triumphs of thousands of activists who achieved 'half a revolution' between 1960 and 1990.

In this award-winning book, the most complete history of the women's movement to date, Flora Davis presents a grass-roots view of the small steps and giant leaps that have changed laws and institutions as well as the prejudices and unspoken rules governing a woman's place in American society.

Looking at every major feminist issue from the point of view of the participants in the struggle, "Moving the Mountain" conveys the excitement, the frustration, and the creative chaos of feminism's Second Wave.

This title includes a new afterword that assesses the movement's progress in the 1990s and prospects for the new century.

ONE of the most distinctive features of the human mind is to forecast better things. We look before and afterAnd pine for what is not. This natural tendency to hope, desire, foresee and then, if possible, obtain, has been largely diverted from human usefulness since our goal was placed a
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ON a gray, cold, soggy Tibetan plateau stood glaring at one another two white people - a man and a woman. With the first, a group of peasants; with the second, the guides and carriers of a well-equipped exploring party. The man wore the dress of a peasant, but around him was a leather belt &mdas
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THE day after tomorrow! I was to see it the day after tomorrow - this strange, new, abhorrent world!The more I considered what bits of information I had gleaned already, the more I disliked what lay before me. In the first blazing light of returned memory and knowledge, the first joy of meetin
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THE blue shore line of ones own land always brings a thrill of the heart; to me, buried exile as I had been, the heart-leap was choking. Ours was a slow steamer, and we did not stop at Montauk where the mail and the swiftest travelers landed, nor in Jamaica Harbor with the immigrants. As we swe
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THEY called me to supper. Most of us have our heartiest meal in the middle of the day, my sister said. The average man, Victim of Copious Instruction, added my brother-in-law, does his work in the morning; the two hours that he has to, or the four that he usually pu
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WHILE below they took me into the patio, that quiet inner garden which was so attractive from above. It was a lovely place. The moon was riding high and shone down into it; a slender fountain spray rose shimmering from its carved basin; on the southern-facing wall a great wistaria vine drooped in bu
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OUT of the mass of information offered by my new family and the pleasant friends we met, together with the books and publications profusely piling around me, I felt it necessary to make a species of digest for my own consideration. This I submitted to Nellie, Owen, and one or two others, adding sugg
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THE country was as astonishing to me as the city - its old beauty added to in every direction. They took me about in motor cars, motor boats and air ships, on foot and on horseback (the only horses now to be found were in the country) . And while I speak of horses, I will add that the only dog
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AFTER all, it takes time for a great change in world-thought to strike in. Thats what Owen insisted on calling it. He maintained that the amazing up-rush of these thirty years was really due to the wholesale acceptance and application of the idea of evolution. I dont know which t
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I LEARNED to understand the immense material prosperity of the country much more easily than its social progress. The exquisite agriculture which made millions of acres from raw farms and ranches into rich gardens, the forestry which had changed our straggling woodlands into great tree-farms, yieldin
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IT was this new growth of humanity which made continuing social progress so rapid and so sure. These young minds had no rubbish in them. They had a vivid sense of the world as a whole, quite beyond their family relations. They were marvelously reasonable, free from prejudice, able to se
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DR. BORDERSON, it seemed, held the chair in Ethics at the University, I knew a Borderson once and was very fond of him. Poor Frank! If he was alive he would have more likely reached a prison or a hospital than a professorship. Yet he was brilliant enough. We were great friends in college, and before
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MORE and more I cut loose from the explanatory guiding strings of my sister and the family, even from the requested information of specialists, and wandered by myself in search of the widening daily acquaintance which alone could make life seem real again. It was an easy world to wander in. The stand