Two Pairs of Shoes

by Captain David S. Forman, ’98
(As published in SHIPMATE March 2019, pg17)

“You’ve been shot by a girl!” rang out in the submarine control room after we heard a woman’s voice on the underwater telephone call out the codeword for “I just shot a torpedo” during a submarine versus submarine exercise with the Australians. I was a junior officer, and the Officer of the Deck was quite embarrassed.

Years later, as a department head, my wardroom discussed women eventually joining the U.S. submarine force. I childishly stated to my fellow officers, “The day women join the submarine force is the day I get out of the Navy.”

Well, thankfully, women joined the submarine force, and I’m still in the Navy. In fact, when I received orders to command ALASKA (BLUE), I was disappointed I would not have the opportunity to serve with an integrated crew. What changed my mind? The Naval Academy did.

After my department head tour I became the Flag Secretary for the Superintendent. In preparation for follow-on orders as executive officer, when I could have been assigned to an integrated crew, I listened to senior female Academy leaders and attended several symposiums about women in the Navy. I came to fully appreciate what women offered and better understood the Navy from their point of view. That education mattered.

Fast-forward to our 20th reunion. Classmate Susan Balcirak ’98 ask for my help adding a women’s brunch to our reunion itinerary. As class president, I was happy to help, and the event was an overwhelming success. By reconnecting as a group, ’98 women felt a synergy that none anticipated.

Their inspiration to continue to support each other and other women associated with USNA led them to create “The Sisterhood of Mother B.” They will be thought leaders for women in military through blogs, podcasts, social media and outreach events.

The need for such a group is clearer than ever. The Navy is competing for talent against myriad forces, and we need every capable sailor and officer we can get. Despite how far we’ve come on many equality fronts, we are not done yet.

As one example, a female colleague of mine is an essential contributor to a national security project. While working with her in the Pentagon, I noticed that she had two pair of shoes…one for walking at a hurried pace (like we usually do in that building), and another for the actual meeting. It’s a small anecdote, but she’s not the only woman who does that. Something is not right if men get by in the workplace with one pair and women need two.

Between two pairs of shoes, along with my more than 20 years of submarine service, I know first-hand that good people matter. The only way we’ll maintain a preeminent Naval Academy and Navy/Marine Corps team is to support and develop the few people who are qualified and agree to serve. I’m honored to call myself a classmate of the amazing women who started “The Sisterhood of Mother B” who will help do exactly that.

It’s Our Story to Tell

by Beth Ann (Thomas) Vann, ’98

Times certainly changed, thank goodness for that! What happened in the 43 years since women joined Annapolis in 1976 is simply remarkable and yet, not anywhere near where it should be all at the same time. This fact inspired seven members of the class of 1998 nearly one year ago to ask each other and, thanks to overwhelming support, so many other graduates from the United States Naval Academy questions about how WE got here and how WE best continue to make a difference in the Fleet in and out of uniform. We teamed up with the Women’s SIG as WE also challenge each other to create, navigate, and support the journey for impacting our communities given the lessons and opportunities thrust upon us, gifted to us, and the networks WE cultivated in the fleet, on the Yard, an in our time beyond uniformed service.

It’s no secret that SOMB focuses on the Sisterhood in great part because some feel we neglected that bond for part of our lives in order to fit into the Brotherhood. We did not realize at the time that both could and should exist and are NOT mutually exclusive. What we continue to discover on this journey with and for you is that we CAN and ARE making a difference by telling our stories. You know the stories you never told for fear that “they” would judge you for good or bad. Often, the hardest part of this journey is the self-awareness that “they” are empowered by our own fear, isolation, and silence. Most importantly we highlight that our journeys are more similar than not in both challenges and victories. WE are stronger together bonded in common purpose and valuing all the diversity WE bring to the table. While times are different and, in many ways, better, our herstory is powerful and holds insight for the how, why, when, and what next to ensure the future grows exponentially for not just the Sisterhood but for all who she (WE) influences. Graduates of the Naval Academy, the Sisterhood of Mother B is here for you – Our site includes articles and a podcast!! WE want to tell your story because it is part of our story.

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Class of ’80 Experience in the Fleet

compiled by Shannon Martin McClain, ’98

Women from the Class of 1980 recognized at the Navy Football game during the 2016 Athena Conference, celebrating 40 years of women at USNA (all service academies).

A few months ago, I reached out to the women of the Class of 1980 to ask them a series of questions and capture memories from their time at the Naval Academy, in the Fleet and beyond their service.  Fourteen women agreed to have their responses included in a series of stories by the Sisterhood of Mother B. Since the the summer is flying by, and the Class of 2019 is heading into the “real world,” it seemed a good time to explore the Class of ’80’s experiences in the Fleet.

The respondents, all of whom served in the Navy, include aviators, an aviation engineering duty officer, a public affairs officer, officers from the Supply Corps and the Civil Engineering Corps, and General Unrestricted Line Officers.  Eight of the women retired from active or reserve service and two others served ten years or more. As we will see through this and future stories, they embody the mission of the Naval Academy.

Their recollections display a wide variety  of experiences.  Many of their challenges and and triumphs may seem familiar.  I chose to start with a difficult memory they are willing to share.  These memories fall into four categories:  home life, sexual harassment, gender discrimination, and professional setbacks.

Home Life

As happens in life, some faced challenges at home – whether the breakup of a marriage or the loss of a child. Peggy Feldmann shared her experience with miscarriage.  At 43 while serving as a Commanding Officer, she miscarried a set of twins. She focused on her job and did not take time to grieve.  Peggy’s take away, “I should have listened to those who had been through the experience and taken time for myself.”  One of our Silent Sisters shared the experience of dropping her first child off at the base day care.  Our sister was a 23 year old Ensign and her daughter just seven weeks old.  She wondered how she would get through the next day, the next week, the next years.  Liz Row wrote of her divorce and caring for her child born in the year prior to the divorce. “Looking back, I wouldn’t want it any other way, but then I wondered if I’d get through it.”

Sexual Harassment

Both Sharon Disher and Susan Cabral experienced sexual harassment from an executive officer.  “My XO . . . tried to turn the tables and get me in trouble. He didn’t succeed and he got sent to a ship with predominately women which I thought was perfect!”  Susan’s experience did not have quite the triumphant ending as Sharon’s.  “At my second command, my XO made unprofessional advances towards me; and I felt trapped in not being able to speak out forcefully against it. I just ignored it.”

Not every experience falls so neatly into the realm of sexual harassment, but it still causes discomfort.  Carol Hoffman had a boss who asked her for rides to and from work.  “My boss never tried to touch me, just the fact that he asked made me uncomfortable, but I did it.  I was not strong enough to say no.  I was careful to maintain my distance from my boss at work and develop friendships with my co-workers.”

Gender Discrimination

Maureen Nunez went back to teach Professional Development at the Naval Academy in 1982 to provide women role models to the midshipmen. “I had hoped that by being an alum, my voice might be heard on issues related to the women mids.  I loved working with the young women, especially the fencing team, and I hoped that being there would give them someone to look to and say ‘she did it, so how hard can it be?’ Looking back, being there so soon after graduating was important, but not without its own perils.  There was still open disdain of women at the Academy, and mids would cross the street if they saw me coming so that they didn’t have to salute me.  I’m sure I looked directionally- challenged, as I would zig-zag across campus crossing the street to make sure the mid would face me and have to salute.  Saluting me didn’t kill any of them, to the best of my knowledge.”

One of our Silent Sisters shared her frustration working for a male Army officer of the same rank who didn’t like anything about her.  “He couldn’t wait to ruin my career. He almost did.  I survived, but it wasn’t easy.”

Jill Votaw’s most difficult memory was when she attrited from NFO training. “The squadron instructors were extremely anti-women in the cockpit.  One instructor, a Lieutenant, made it his mission to ‘down’ (fail) every female NFO student on her check ride (the final flight in a phase of training that had to be passed before going on to the next more difficult phase of training).  He didn’t like me, because I was a LTJG and not afraid of him like all the new Ensigns were.  I’d been in the fleet for two years when I went into NFO training, usually students are right out of USNA/ROTC/Aviation Officer Candidate training and still think LTs are gods.  I was ‘downed’ on my final check ride in the Basic phase of training, and even though I was #1 in the class in ground school (the book learning portion of training) I was kicked out.  I was supposed to have a simulator and a re-fly, but I didn’t get either, just got attrited. VT-10, the NFO training squadron, had a 50% attrition rate at that time, and 90% for the women.  Eventually the squadron CO and Wing Commodore were fired.”

Marjorie Morley, a Navy Pilot, encountered discrimination, but with a different result.  “Dealing with the prejudiced attitudes of many male pilots I served with was always the biggest challenge.  Once most of those pilots realized I worked as hard as they did and had the same goals and objectives as them, they usually accepted me and treated me well.”

Professional Setbacks

Many of the women experienced professional setbacks, whether instigated by gender discrimination or personality conflict. Barbette Lowndes related her disappointment at being passed over for Lieutenant Commander, but shared how she fought back to earn her gold oak leaf and eventually the rank of Captain.  Stef Goebel ran afoul of a boss who did not believe in her or support her. “That felt like a huge failure, and it took me a long time to work through.  Ultimately, [the experience] made me stronger.”

Tina D’Ercole’s difficult memory is followed by such a positive result.  “A Captain in the Navy for whom I worked refused to rank me according to performance. He said to the Commander that he would never rank a woman (1100) above the men who were “real” line officers.  This Commander took the Captain to task and almost got fired. He fought that the ranking must be by performance.  I was ranked #1 that cycle…..AND, he was not fired.”

And then there’s always a Janice Buxbaum in the group.  I am inspired every time I read her response to this question.  She wrote, “I have no difficult memories – I have memories of challenges I have risen to, others I have learned from, friends that I have leaned on and learned from . . . only memories of  love/friendship,  growth and purpose. For this as my truth,  I know I am lucky indeed!”

Even in their difficult memories, this first class of women offers us advice on how to do it better, on how to get through, on how to find the positive. I am thankful that these women chose to share their challenges with us.  It shows a common theme within the Sisterhood of Mother B – a need to make things better for ourselves, our peers and those who follow us. I did promise that there were good memories as well, though.  If we can learn from the difficult memories, let us be inspired by the best. Perhaps, it is best if I let their responses speak for themselves.

What is your best memory from your time in service?

Maureen Nunez – “I enjoyed being in the Maintenance Department of a Training Squadron in Pensacola and feeling as though I was contributing to the mission. I felt as though my USNA training had prepared me well, and I didn’t feel nearly as much of the animosity towards women as I had at the Academy.  There was a Senior Chief in my Division who taught me a great deal about the work and never made me feel as though I didn’t belong.  I will forever feel indebted to him for making me feel accepted and part of the mission.”

CAPT Lowndes

Barbette Lowndes – “My last three tours were so much fun; I wanted to leave on a high note with a positive attitude about my time in service.  [My best memory] is my command tour in Boston immediately after 9/11 and the love and support of my husband and two daughters.”

Peggy Feldmann – “[At] my first duty station, my first boss, a male LCDR, became my mentor. We accomplished some really great work, and traveled the world. I looked for a similar tour for many years, only to realize it was not the job, it was the people you were working with that mattered.  No matter where I was stationed, he (and his wife) would take me in for an advice session on life and work.”

Stef Goebel, Pearl Harbor, HI

Stef Goebel. – “Perhaps my best memory on active duty was getting involved with WOPA (the Women Officers Professional Association). In Hawaii, it was a tri-service organization, and I remember being so moved to see all the career fields represented by the women members compared to how limited the opportunities were around the time I reported to USNA. I was literally moved to tears to see all the wonderful things women were doing in the Armed Forces, especially as operators, in the early 90’s.  I was also moved to see them come together to network, to mentor and to support one another. I think because our time at USNA was so lonely with no upper class women, and almost no women staff and faculty, that I was especially touched by these scenes of all these very diverse women coming together and supporting one another.”

Jill Votaw, who transitioned to be a PAO after attriting from flight school – “So many – My squadron tours at HS-10 and HSL-35 as a LT, serving as escort officer for the filming of TOP GUN(meeting Tom Cruise, Tony Edwards, Meg Ryan …) and STAR TREK III(meeting Leonard Nimoy, Nichelle Nichols, all the ‘crew’ cast) –my 5 command tours as a Reserve PAO, serving at Navy Office of Information West in Hollywood and working with the folks on the set of JAG, being recalled for 4 months to serve as the Chief of Public Affairs at U.S. Strategic Command, serving as Deputy CHINFO for a month when the Marines invaded Baghdad … just so many.”

Sharon Disher  – “I loved being the second woman to command a Construction Battalion Unit.  It was my last tour of duty in the Navy and the best. I loved my Seabees!”

Tina D’Ercole  –  “A job which included fulfilling the role of Plant Representative while at the same time acting as Deputy Program Manager for a Major Program.  I experienced the most outstanding boss for whom I have ever had the privilege of working.”

Carol Hoffman – I” was assigned to three ships during my 27 year career.  It is so wonderful to help the crew by serving good meals, making sure the vending machines and ships store were well stocked, having/getting the right parts for operations and maintenance, paying the crew and stocking the ATMs.  Most of all my last ship, I was the pre-commissioning Supply Officer on USS IWO JIMA (LHD 7), and one of the first officers assigned to the pre-comm unit.  The supply-engineering-aviation maintenance departments are integral to each other’s success. The Chief Engineer (CHENG), AIMD Officer (Aviation Intermediate Maintenance Officer) and I teamed together from the beginning, setting the example for our departments to work together, not on a quid pro quo basis but because it was our jobs to support each other and the right thing to do.  I believe that influenced the ship’s success for many years following commissioning.”

A Silent Sister – “My tour in Hawaii, working with wonderful people in paradise.”

Janice Buxbaum – “Being given this wisdom and being able to  incorporate it into my core is the greatest gift I was ever given.”

A Silent Sister – “My best memory is standing up the first Navy security force (taking over from the Marines) at the Armed Forces Staff College.  We were a diverse group, many inexperienced (including me) and with a good MA chief and PO1, we managed to get it done.  I learned a lot, including how to work with senior enlisted experts and to lead.  We trained hard and worked hard developing the junior folks.  It was a place where I felt accepted as a professional for the most part.”

CAPT Rowe

Elizabeth Rowe – “My three years on the USS Samuel Gompers (AD-37) as a division officer and then a department head. I tell everyone that all the leadership I know came from those three years.”

Susan Cabral – “Being a part of the ALL-Navy Sports program allowed me to meet other service personnel – and get to play volleyball!”

Marjorie Morley – “I flew EC-130s in VQ-3 at NAS Barbers Point.  We performed an electronic warfare mission over the Pacific.  Occasionally, I had the opportunity to fly into Midway Island and Wake Island, for short deployments.  Flying to these remote islands, filled with Gooney birds and beautiful beaches was an amazing opportunity.”

Can you relate to any of these sentiments? Share your stories with us. We may have different viewpoints and come from different years, but I am often amazed at how much we have in common in our drive and our experiences. Thank you, women of the Class of ’80 for sharing your experiences.

The Writing on the Wall

by Jeannette Gaudry Haynie ‘98

I’d like to tell you a story. It’s the story of choices, expectations, and of the construction of the world around us. It’s the story of how we see the paths we take and the forces that shape our decisions. It’s also a story of promise and of the strengths of different perspectives. It’s my story, and I hope it resonates.

I’m a member of the great class of ’98 from Annapolis, and I was commissioned as a Marine, later becoming a Cobra pilot. Like many of us, I wanted to be challenged, to lead, and to prove myself – all in a meaningful way. The Marines seemed to be the perfect fit, and flying Cobras was my passion.

But about a decade into my career, I left active duty and the career that I loved after struggling (and spectacularly failing) to raise my daughter alone for most of the first three years of her life. My husband, also a Marine, was deployed for most of those years, and my family – at the time still recovering from Hurricane Katrina and 2,000 miles away – couldn’t help out much. I didn’t want to leave active duty. And I didn’t do it without a drawn-out fight inside my heart and head. But I remember well the day that I realized with total certainty, driving onto base with a crying toddler in the backseat and tears of exhaustion running down my face, that I was either going to crash the aircraft with a student in the front seat or crash the car with my daughter in the back. There was no one to talk to, to model, to vent to or bounce ideas off of. No one to listen or advise. So, I gave up and dropped my papers. I stayed on (barely) in the Reserves, mostly out of fear of surrendering my identity in full, but I considered myself a total failure. I was hurt, angry, and exhausted for a long time after that.

And after an encounter with a more senior officer on the day I quit, I also felt really stupid.

The day that I resigned my commission, I ran into my former commanding officer. Upset, I told him that I was getting out and couldn’t hack it. He gave me a half-smile. “You know, Jeannette, as soon as you had a baby, the writing was on the wall,” he said. “It was just a matter of time. I saw that coming. You’re a mother now, and that’s your job.”

His comments, instead of comforting me as they were likely meant to do, shook me to my core. They made me feel stupid and angry at the waste – the waste of my time and energy and of what the Marine Corps had invested in me. The waste of my years of work and deployments. The waste of the days that my daughter had been raised by others or had ended up in crappy day cares because I’d been desperate for coverage. Why had I bothered pushing so hard, compromising her safety, wringing myself dry only to still fail in the end… if it was all pre-ordained anyway? Was this a narrative that I had somehow missed or ignored in my ambition? His comments – like so many others I have heard before and since – stripped me of my identity and choices and rendered me powerless. I was no longer worth investing in. But why?

I thought I’d done the right things: I’d deployed and earned leadership and instructor qualifications. I was a night instructor, flying with boot pilots on NVGs until my sixth month of pregnancy. I had child care lined up to deploy since my deployment would overlap with my husband’s, had my daughter in and out of child care homes of all varieties (and qualities), and had barely lived with my husband for the past ten years. I thought I had made the needed sacrifices and the right choices. And none of it had mattered, because I was a mother – and that was all that the Corps was willing to let me be. I began to believe that he was right, that the writing was on the wall, and that I had been stupid and naïve for trying.

The Marine Corps as an institution agreed with him. Child care hours didn’t line up with working hours, and availability and quality were hit-or-miss – so as I rushed out to pick up my daughter before the on-base facility closed or before the off-base home charged me extra, the institution saw me as a burden. A senior officer commented that it must be nice to “prance out early every day” as I ran out to pick up my infant daughter, and my next fitrep reflected that perspective. No other pilots were solo-parenting – so when OPS repeatedly changed the rough schedule at the 11th hour to add me onto consecutive late night flights, they didn’t consider the child care scramble I repeatedly made. And not one Marine in my chain of command checked on my mental health during those three years, even knowing that my husband was in Iraq or afloat for most of that time. The institution wrote me off just as my former CO had – and I got that message, loud and clear.

But I reflected on his words over the coming years, and I started graduate school and writing in an effort to understand my experiences as a Marine, a woman, a veteran, and, yes, a mother – all within in the context of war. Over the next decade, I earned my Master’s and my PhD studying conflict and how gender and culture shape our decision-making processes and – importantly – outcomes. And I began to see my CO’s words differently. I started to see them as transparent, as a framework or a structure that I could push on. And I started to see how big the effects of that structure were. It wasn’t just me or Marines in similar situations who were losing out. The Corps was losing, too. So was America. So were we all. And those losses had effects.

Through my research, I began questioning and studying the construction of institutions, structures, and the norms that shape them and us in new ways. I examined how policy and culture affected outcomes, and observed their very real impacts. And in pushing back, I began to see an infinitely malleable and imperfect world, one that I have always been able to shape but hadn’t truly realized that power. I discovered that the adults in the room are no better or wiser than any of us – and that sometimes all it takes is a voice speaking up. I will retire from the Marine Corps this fall, after ten years’ active duty and ten years as a Reservist… and one final year on active duty, that I have spent trying to build a case within the Corps for a more strategic vision for talent management for warfighting effectiveness and decision-making. My career has come full circle in a very meaningful way. What, again, was written on that wall?

Last fall, I sat across from a younger woman, telling this story to illustrate how inflexibility and a lack of creativity hurts us all – and she added the exclamation point. As I recounted my former CO’s quote about the writing on the wall, she slapped the table between us. With her younger eyes, she saw right through it. “If it was written on the wall, it was because he wrote it there, that [expletive]!” she exclaimed. And she was right. He wasn’t an [expletive], but he had certainly written it on that wall for me. And the Corps had nodded benevolently alongside.

Well, about that wall…it’s turned out not to be a wall at all – at least not a solid one. And the only thing it says is what we want it to. It doesn’t define us. It doesn’t create our choices. Many may try to make it hold us back – but as women, and particularly as leaders, we must remain committed to questioning, to pushing back, and at times to rejecting these frameworks that we might not even see. And that knowledge demands an entirely new perspective – one of leadership and openness.

I’ve thought many times about how amazing it would have been if someone on the other side of that wall had reached a hand through and told me what was possible. It didn’t happen for me at the time. But it can and it should happen for us all – the lessons I have learned are common to so many of us on this path. I want my story to add to the foundation that we all climb from. I want those who follow to be better, wiser, and braver than I am. I want us all to push back.

Being part of the Sisterhood of Mother B has shown me not only that we can be the women we needed as plebes, but that we can also be the women we need now, for each other and for those who came before. It isn’t too late – in fact, it’s perfectly timed. Our voices carry weight. What we say and what we do matter, and people will listen. The framework isn’t what we thought it would be – it’s so much less and we have so much more agency than we think we do. We can write on our own walls. Those rules and expectations that come from those around us are transparent and malleable… and we can choose our own words.

Sisterhood in Action

by Shannon Martin McClain ‘98

The Sisterhood of Mother B and the USNA Women’s Shared Interest Group (SIG) have already had a busy summer, and it’s only July – actually, how is it already July? – During June, the SIG provided scholarships to three young women for summer programs at the Naval Academy which included the cost of the program as well as an introduction to a local member of the Women’s SIG who will act as a mentor throughout the upcoming year and perhaps beyond.  We will have more on that story in the following weeks as we hear back about these young ladies’ experiences on the yard.  Our other big event in June was the USNA I-Day EXPO and Parents Picnic.

On 27 June 2019, the Class of 2023, including 300 women, checked in for their Plebe Summer. While the newest members of the Brigade were finishing medical screenings, receiving haircuts, and gathering their newly issued gear, their family members and friends joined the fray on Hospital Point at the USNA EXPO Tent and Parents Picnic. Among the local businesses and other organizations, members of the Naval Academy Women’s Shared Interest Group (SIG) were there to greet them. It was an opportunity to welcome everyone to the Naval Academy Family. Nancy Vegel ’83 shared some of her thoughts from the day in her after action report, and I wanted to pass the information on to the Sisterhood.

The EXPO provided an opportunity for organizations and local businesses to introduce our newest families to the local area and the various support networks available to Midshipmen and families during the next four years and beyond. Nancy Vegel ’83, Maira Gailbraith ’90, Nikki Battaglia ’96 and Michele Phillips ’98 took time from their schedules to staff the Women’s SIG table and introduce the Women’s SIG. From all accounts, the Women’s SIG table was a hit.  The Women’s SIG handed out more than 250 information cards and shared their stories with the parents of both the daughters and sons of ’23. Current members of the Sisterhood, there for various reasons, came by the table to say hello and admire the display. Vice Admiral Tim Carter, the Naval Academy Superintendent and his wife Linda also stopped by to show their support.

Sharon Disher ’80 provided memorabilia for the table including photographs, old-style women’s covers, a t-shirt from Herndon, and her book, First Class.  The postcards and Women’s SIG tablecloth and runner were made possible in part through t-shirt sales with the Sisterhood of Mother B. The handmade embroidered “USNAAA WOMEN’S SIG” bags were also a huge draw.  While sales are not allowed during the EXPO, several people expressed an interest in how to get one of those bags, something that we should add to the list of possible fundraising Sisterhood Swag. In addition to the beautiful, and highly sought after bags, the Sisterhood’s ideas for this year’s fundraising efforts include SOMB decals, new shirt designs, and perhaps a baseball cap.

 

The USNAAA Women’s SIG plans to continue their outreach with future candidates and involvement in the alumna community.  If you are looking for ways to get involved, reach out to your Area Coordinators to support your local Women’s SIG and participate with your local Alumni Association Chapter.  Stay tuned at Sisterhood of Mother B for opportunities to get some sweet swag and help support the SIG. We are also exploring opportunities to honor the Women Graduates of the Naval Academy in association with some of the upcoming building projects on and around the Yard.  Stay tuned!!!