Classical Association of the Atlantic States
April 29, 2000
(This is the text of a talk given at the Spring CAAS meeting by Lynn Sherr of ABC News)
If I had any guts I'd begin this talk the way an incredibly gifted professor did in my Greek 101 class at Wellesley. The legendary Barbara McCarthy -; who stood about 4' tall and almost as wide -; strode into a classroom full of slightly nervous students and boomed out in her rich Irish baritone, "Menin aeida theia..." etc. I was mesmerized -; as we all were -; and absolutely hooked for the next 3 years. I also understood not a word that she said.
Miss McCarthy had more guts, and infinitely more knowledge, than I in many ways, so I will yield to my intimidation of your own scholarship and stick to the language I know a lot better. Which I probably know a lot better because I majored in Greek, but that's getting ahead of myself.
Let me say at the outset that I am delighted to be here with you, even though, when Judy Hallett first asked me to do this, I was baffled. What, I asked her, could I possibly say to a room full of Classics Scholars? Judy, I elaborated, I don't do anything with my Greek. She gave me a sly look and asked again. And again. So here I am. Then she called me a few months ago to confirm the date and to find out the title of my speech. I was feeling a bit flippant (and no doubt totally rushed by some deadline or other), so I said, "Oh, let's call it, Why in Heaven's Name are You Majoring in Greek?"
And then I realized, that that's a sentence that's been in my brain for nearly 40 years, because that's what everyone always asked me then, and still does. And that's when I understood that in fact, I am doing something with my Greek -; I am living it every day and using it in everything I write and read and say.
The short answer to the question is simple: Why did I major in Greek? Because I liked it. Loved it. And yes, I think it's made me a better person. Really.
I suppose I ought to start at the beginning.
I knew from a very young age that I wanted to be a journalist, but that didn't make it any easier when it came time to get there.
When I graduated from college in 1963, women weren't supposed to have careers -; we were supposed to marry them. The perennial joke at my alma mater concerned the college motto -; Non ministrari, sed ministrare. You all speak Latin, so I needn't translate -- "not to be ministered unto, but to minister"; or, not to be passive but active. Thousands of cynical students re- interpreted it as, Not to be ministers, but ministers' wives. My class captured the feeling further with a spoof that showed graduates in training not to be diplomats, but diplomats' wives. You will no doubt sleep more soundly tonight knowing that Madeleine Albright was not in my class.
The real world reinforced that attitude. When I got to New York and started job-hunting, all the doors were slammed against female applicants. Like all of my female pals, I was told point blank by most news organizations that they "just weren't interested in women." Time and Newsweek routinely told us that as girls (and that's what we called ourselves then), we could get hired at the clip desk, which means clipping articles out of newspapers for the files. Boys who graduated with the exact same skills were automatically hired as junior writers. Glass ceiling? We weren't expected to raise our eyes above the pile of folders on our desks. As for television news, forget it. That was another exclusive men's club -; invented by men, run by men, aimed at men. Extraordinary as it may seem, it never occurred to any of us to question that attitude. It's the way things were.
In case you're interested, I started out in the magazine world because Conde Nast understood that women were very good workers who would not demand very high wages. Then I went to the Associated Press, which was at least slightly less threatened by female reporters than the rest of the media. I got into television in 1972 because another woman -; another blonde -; was leaving. It was channel 2 news in New York City, and Pia Lindstrom, then a general assignment reporter, was quitting to have a baby. I quickly discovered that all the people being auditioned for the job had hair just like Pia's, and mine. So I refer to it as the blonde seat at channel 2. If you have to be female, they were saying, you better be blonde.
It got better, but I was constantly reminded that working in television can be a very humbling experience.
There was the time I was a local TV reporter in New York, and I got a call very early one morning to cover a story out in Brooklyn. It seems there had been some sort of miracle microsurgery operation, and there would be a press conference at 9 am. I jumped out of bed threw on some clothes, met the crew and drove to the hospital. As I was walking through the lobby -- clearly a TV reporter, since I had a cameraman in tow -- an elederly gentleman came right up to me, stopped, stared and said, "Say, you're on televison, you're Lynn Sherr, right?" I smiled proudly and said, "Right." "Well," he said, squinting up at me, "you look better on television." Needless to say, I sprinted for the ladies room and put on some makeup.
When I left that job and had been off the air for a few weeks, someone else actually stopped me on the street and said, Didn't you used to be Lynn Sherr? How does one respond?
And then there was that other story that I used to cover: space. Take the idea that space and space coverage are glamorous. You will recall that shuttle lift-offs tend to take place at the crack of dawn -- which means those of us anchoring the launches needed to be in place long before the sun even thought of rising. One time my husband came down to see the liftoff (and me) and found himself driving me to the press site on a hot Florida morning in the pitch black at 2 a.m. While he struggled to find the road, I went over some last-minute notes. And as we made our way along the highway, he turned to me with eyes barely open and said, "Thank you for sharing the glamorous part of your life!"
Today, I know things have changed because I get fewer requests for interviews on the subject of "What's it like being a woman reporter?" It's a question I could never answer because I had no basis for comparison. Anyway now the question they all ask is, What's it like being an older woman on TV? I try to pretend I haven't heard the question.
The message of course is that WE are the role models now, which I consider fine progress. When I was growing up all I had was a cartoon character. Brenda Starr. Pretty good, as it goes &emdash; she was gorgeous, adventurous, and always got her story; but not exactly the flesh-and-blood hero you want your daughters to have.
'Which is where the Greeks -; among others -- came in. I was in high school, outside of Philadelphia, feeling pretty cocky that I'd be a writer and loving all my English courses … when suddenly, out of nowhere, I found myself in an Ancient History class. Oh God, I thought. All those old people And then I learned -; about the wisdom and the legends and the heroism of the ancients -; about great events and even greater literature and a time full of extraordinary human achievement. I was fascinated.
When I got to college, determined to continue with literature, I had a change of heart about the French courses I'd been determined to go on with. Frankly, I was bored. So in my sophomore year, when I needed another language, I remembered the ancient history course … discovered Greek in the catalogue … and signed up. With a good deal of excitement, but some trepidation
In walked Miss McCarthy that first day, and all my apprehension vanished. Studying classical Greek was, to me, not only fun and fascinating and eye-opening, it was like a puzzle -; a new secret code -; endlessly delightful despite having to learn all those declensions.
In my Bible History class, a quaint requirement at Wellesley in those days, I actually took notes in Greek, and in the little Hebrew I remembered, to the consternation of anyone who sat next to me.
At Wellesley, we even did Greek plays -; in Greek, with masks and costumes and flutes -; you name it. One year I was a frog in The Frogs, performed around the indoor swimming pool (as the River Styx). My solo performance that semester was limited to a bravura cameo during Sophomore Father's Week End when I came out of the "Brekekekex Koax Koax," with a wave and a rousing, "Pater!" I think my father understood.
The other plays were done at our outdoor amphiteater, in use since the 1930s -; I was Heracles in the Alcestis, in a grinning mask and fearsome lionskin; and I was Dionysus in The Bacchae, ominously appearing as the deus ex machina in a genuine machina (well, it was a cherry-picker) hand-cranked above the cedar trees for my miraculous moment. The other night I took a look at the book that served as a play script and was amused to note that I had written into the margins of that speech, "mysterious voice."
That, I should point out, is about the only English notation I can find in all of my Greek texts. I was into it -; and made my notes in Greek. And of course can't read one of them today.
Perhaps that's what my parents were concerned about when I first approached them with the idea that I might actually major in this strange subject. And at least one, or both, of them -; and a number of my friends and dates -- actually said the title of this speech a number of times. How to explain the excitement of the language and the literature? How to convey the thrill of repeating out loud the actual words written and spoken so many centuries before?
I should pause here to point out that majoring in -; let alone studying -; Greek was not something I should have taken for granted. In 1875, when Wellesley first opened its doors, the founder pointed out in an opening sermon that what he was doing by educating young women AND providing them the opportunity to study the classics was considered shocking in many circles. He cited the Boston physician who warned (remember, this was 1875) that "woman's brain was too delicate and fragile a thing to attempt the mastery of Greek and Latin." And an influential matron of the times quoted her doctor as saying, "there will be two insane asylums and three hospitals for every woman's college."
Nonetheless, the folks at Wellesley, and other schools, persevered. And succeeded. A member of the Board of Visitors reported with astonishment to the trustees in 1883 that "the attainment in Latin and Greek on the part of the young ladies is superior to anything found in our colleges for young men."
One of those early graduates recalled the ideal nature of Wellesley in those days: visits by Longfellow, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Matthew Arnold -; and someone who attended "our classes and does not find, to his surprise, what MRs. Browning calls woman's Greek without the accents."
We studied it, accents and all, and we even learned some modern Greek just for fun. I still do very well in Greek restaurants. And let me tell you, being a blonde former Greek major who also knew some Modern Greek and traveling through the Aegean in the late 1960s was very very cool.
And no, it never occurred to me that I would ever do anything professional with my Greek. I've thought about that and wondered if it's a waste of my teachers' time -; sort of like someone taking up a place in medical school and then going to write novels or something. But I'm convinced that it's good for all of us, and that I wasn't there under any false pretenses.
I've had this conversation with my other college Greek professor, the wonderful and famed Mary Lefkowitz, who remains a good friend. Mary told me she knew I wouldn't become an academic, but that I was "so enthusiastic, who cared?" She says she understood how much pleasure I got from it all.
As for her own career, it turns out she took Greek (and Latin, of course) for the same reason I did: much of it was so much more interesting than English. But she also ran into the "Why in heaven's name…" question. She thought she had to major in something practical -; that being a classicist wasn't a career, for heaven's sake. On the other hand, chemistry put her to sleep. So once she started, she never stopped, and says she has never regretted it. "I realized I understood lots of other things because of Greek," Mary told me. "I could do anyting in literature."
Not to mention grammar. I must tell you that besides improving my vocabulary, it's helped me understand the structure of language. I actually like diagramming sentences -; and they made more sense once I learned Greek.
By the way, we're in great company. Guess who else was a Greek major? The wonderful Ben Bradlee, former editor of the Washington Post. Ben told me he'd started earlier than I -; as a young student at St. Marks he studied Greek in 10th grade with a gifted Mr. Chips sort of teacher who said things like this of an unruly student: "Big as Mt. Olympus and he doesn't know a thing."
But Ben really got hooked at Harvard, where he confesses to have been less than a diligent student, because he met the amazing John Finley. Again, a gifted teacher. "They made it so interesting," he recalled to me the other day. "We translated fragments of Sappho from a photograph of pottery shards. It was like a detective story."
Indeed. Ben also agreed that it was about what he calls "the glory of language." And there's this. "The net value of studying Greek?" he said. "Crossword puzzles. Boy am I good at them." Me too.
I did a little research on the internet and realized that so many of us have had the exact same experience. There's one little dialogue, on the Notre Dame website, written by a fellow named Dave Freddoso. I don't know if he's a student there now or not, but here's his essay. It's a conversation between himself and another fellow, a business major. Dave is "I"; the business major, "bus."
I: "Ah, sir. I see by your clothes that you must be a business major."
BUS: "What do you mean? I'm only wearing shorts and a T-shirt."
I: "Never mind."
BUS: "No, really, how could you tell? What's your major, anyway?"
I: "Classical Greek."
BUS: "Classical Greek?! Ha! I've never heard of that major."
I: "(Sigh) My friend (the other Greek major) and I put up with a lot of flack from friends about our major, although I don't know why."
BUS: "But how on earth did you decide to major in Greek?
I: "Several reasons, I guess. Most importantly, I like it."
BUS: "You're studying something because you LIKE it?"
I: "Yes. Also, I was lucky enough not to get a certain unethical Freshman Year advisor who steers young students away from Greek and Latin. But I don't have any hard evidence to verify that, so I just won't mention it at all. But mainly because I like it."
BUS: "But Classical Greek? That has no job market. That's totally impractical!"
I: "Nonsense. Greek is much more practical than your major."
BUS: "What?! What could you do with a degree in Greek? Flip burgers?"
I: "First, tell me what you can do with your major?"
BUS: "Why, all sorts of things. I can go into the whole 'REAL WORLD' of business!"
I: "Do you think THIS world is fake or something?"
BUS: "Well, no, but ... you know what I mean."
I: "Well, as for me, with a major in Greek, I could flip burgers, if I wanted. Or I could go to law school, or go into journalism, or politics, or education, or I could go to graduate school, I guess. I'd be very qualified to do any of those interesting things if I work hard now."
BUS: "Well, uh, but I'm the only one who can go into business. I'll have a much better paying and more secure job than you will. That's why I started in business in the first place."
I: "Oh, I forgot. After I finish in Classical Greek, I could also get an MBA, or start a small business when I get out of school, or go into something like sales, or management, or database work, or I could even get hired by one of those consulting firms. As it turns out, many of the ones who are coming to campus this year have bought books full of senior Arts and Letters resumes."
BUS: "What? Are you trying to say that your major is more practical than mine just because you will be qualified to go into all those different fields, while I can go into just one or two of them?"
I: "Yes ..."
BUS: "And I suppose that next, you are going to tell me that Greek is more fun than spreadsheets?"
I: "Yes ..."
BUS: "And then you will say that I should change my major to something more interesting than business, like Greek, or maybe philosophy or even history, because I could get a fine job anyway with any of those majors?"
I: "Yes ..."
BUS: "Oh, I see ..."
BUS: "Hmm...uh...well...maybe...oh, no, what am I thinking! I can't do that! Don't you see? I need business to fall back on! No Arts and Letters majors ever get good jobs. They all just starve to death on the streets after they graduate!"
I: "(Sigh.) Never mind. Nice meeting you."
Sound familiar? And there's the Classics Teachers' Page, from somewhere in England, where a slew of success stories answer the time honored question, What are the advantages of a Classical Education. Sample answers:
- A contestant on Britain's "Who wants to be a millionaire?" used his fone-a-friend opportunity to answer the question, ""What creatures live in a formicary?" His classically educated friend on the end of the phone-line was immediately able to state it held ants, and not bees, fish or worms. Unfortunately Mr Green bottled it on question 13 (a simple question about the wives of Henry VIII) - and ended up with a mere quarter of a million.
- CRIME …One Classics major from Manchester University wound up as a police sergeant; one whose preferred reading is Thucydides and Tacitus, Homer and Sophocles. Roberta married a convicted murderer named Kray (prompting the Guarding to ask whether the House of Kray wasn't rather tame compared to the House of Atreus); and another Greek student from Italy has risen to the top ranks of the Cosa Nostra.
- And then there was this item, scrawled on a school blackboard after a first Latin Lesson. The subject is Latin, but I'll take it to mean Greek as well. It read, "Latin is the first subject we do in life entirely for its own sake. A degree at university in Classics leads to almost any job in the world. It gives one a disinterestedness in the study of any subject. Disinterestedness is NOT being uninterested. Quite the opposite: it is a love of studying without any practical result intended - and it gives the soul a peace, an inner control, a quiet joy beyond words."
Well, sure. That's what I meant to say all along.
What I want to say in conclusion is thanks -; to all of you out there who are making it possible for people like me to learn, to love, to understand. Don't stop. I promise you, you are making a huge difference.