In 1971, I graduated from Santa Barbara High School, a year before Title IX became law.
My memories as a female athlete swimmer are now somewhat comical, and to the younger generations, slightly unbelievable. Really, it doesn’t seem that long ago!
I remember the many boys’ teams with their new uniforms, including sweatsuits, the knowledgeable coaches, the assistant coaches, the new equipment, the weight room, the buses provided to meets on other campuses, and the junior and varsity letters and jackets.
In contrast, we girl swimmers received bathing suits that had the proud Olive and Gold colors, in wide stripes that could not have been designed any better to make our derrieres seem any bigger. The swimsuits were so roomy you felt as though you were swimming with a bucket on your chest. So, we held carwashes and did other things to earn the money to buy new team swimsuits.
Sweatsuits? What sweatsuits? Coaches? Our coach was the girls’ tennis team coach. After winning a swim meet we threw her in the pool.
And then we had to rescue her.
We didn’t know she couldn’t swim, but we had noticed she knew almost nothing about swim meets or workouts.
Buses? What buses? We provided our own transportation. My donation to our “fleet” was a 1961 green Chevy pickup with a horn that went off and whose passenger door opened whenever we made a left turn. We had so much fun with that truck.
I remember happily going to the administration office to obtain my varsity letter and jacket. I was told only boys could do so.
Last year I took the opportunity to look at my three high school yearbooks. I discovered that in the years covering fall 1968 to Spring of 1971 there were eight to ten official Santa Barbara High School boys’ sports, including football, basketball, baseball, tennis, swimming, water polo, golf, track, and cross country.
In each yearbook, the boys’ sports section began with a full two pages of headshots of the 11 or 12 most outstanding male athletes followed by 40 or so pages of pictures of team photos, action shots, and glowing write-ups of the games or meets.
As a comparison, in all three of my yearbooks from fall 1968 to Spring 1971, the only two SBHS girls’ sports of swimming and tennis were graced with one page each and no pages of any outstanding female athletes.
In my senior yearbook the only action photo was of three girls in the pool. “The caption read, “Members of the girls swim team plan for victory.” That sounded good, until one realized the terrified girls clutching the side of the pool were in the beginning swimming class.
What else do I remember? In my senior year, I’m not quite sure how but I became the assistant “coach” of the boys’ swim team and water polo teams. I do know that being classified as “assistant coach” got me out of lots of classes, and that it probably had more to do with the many, many, tins of chocolate cookies I baked the night before each meet for the bus ride home.
Are Sports Important?
Totally.
Are sports instrumental in helping girls develop so many wonderful life changing characteristics such as discipline, teamwork, humor, grace when winning and losing, compassion, determination, and much, much more?
Absolutely.
The road after Title IX was filled with progress and advancements for young women in sports, which translated into opportunities in the working and other worlds which were unimagined and unachievable in my high school days.
And then recently things took a detour, a detour devastating to so many girls and incomprehensible to someone who showered and shared female locker rooms year after year. I cannot imagine having to share showers, bathrooms, and changing rooms with boys, especially at that age. I cannot imagine competing in the pool or in most any sport against males.
I raised two boys. In elementary school they would bring their male friends home to challenge me in arm wrestling. I always won. But I was smart enough to know that wasn’t going to continue very far into junior high or high school. Their male bodies developed the upper body strength and higher center of gravity females don’t have. For years my sons believed I could still win. Now we laugh about it.
Sports were crucial to my life and still are. Title IX changed the world for female athletes and should continue in its role of protecting female athletes now and in the future. We have come so far; let’s not slide backwards.
So, let’s celebrate and embrace Title IX, and let the games begin!
Excellent! I married an outstanding women athlete who competed in HS and College volleyball. She was active as Title IX came into existence-she had to fight for the same support that the men's teams were given. Our daughter (and son) both participated in HS and college athletics. My family understands that boys/men have a physical advantage over girls/women--it is common sense!
It is incomprehensible to my family that boys (men) are allowed to compete against (girls/women).
We support all girls and women in all sports to this day!
Julie! I can't hear your inspiring story too many times: on the Courthouse steps and here again in print. Thank you. Today is the 52nd anniversary of the signing into law, the most important Civil Rights legislation for women since Suffrage 100 years ago. President Nixon proudly signed Title IX that historic day, June 23, 1972. From the earliest days of his administration, he positioned women in key places. He got it, and we bless him for that. Today, Title IX is a footnote. Most young people go "Hunh?" when asked about it. Today's article is the only mention of Title IX in any of the South County news outlets. Not Indy, Noozhawk, Montecito Journal. Everybody else is celebrated in June: Slave Emancipation 4 days ago (a righteous moment in history) and LGB gets a full month. But we girls? The other half of the population that existed for most of recorded history with few rights (and many parts of the world, continuing today)? Nothing. Thank you Jim and James for publishing this important remembrance. Thank you, Julie. Please consider attending tomorrow night's Santa Barbara School Board meeting: 6:00 PM. Take 3 minutes of Public Comment time to speak about precious Title IX. Speak to your own experience. Speak.