Shattered Glass Ceilings
Belatedly, I just read the July 2017 issue of Oakland Magazine and was very interested in the article about The 100 Most Influential East Bay Residents of All Time. It is an impressive collection of people. Unfortunately, it does not include the person who I believe may be the most influential Oakland resident of all time. Her name is Lillian Moller Gilbreth.
She grew up a few blocks from Oakland’s City Hall and went to Oakland High School contemporarily with Gertrude Stein and Jack London. Like them, she is commemorated by a U.S. postage stamp (in the Great American Series of stamps). Her parents and grandparents are buried in the Delgar Mausoleum at the top of Mountain View Cemetery. The Trowbridge House in Heritage Park was a wedding gift from Frederick Delgar to his daughter, Lillian Delgar, who was the namesake of young Lillian Moller. Lillian Gilbreth continues to get national recognition for her important role in breaking the glass ceiling for women in engineering, science, and management. I hope you find some way to add to the recognition she deserves and the country needs.
Ferd Leimkuhler, Berkeley
You are absolutely right [“An East Bay Romance,” February]. It is very refreshing to read about women like us finding love and happiness. However, there is a whole literary world out there full of men and women who have been telling our stories for years. I personally have been reading African-American romance and fiction since 1995. And several of my beloved authors have delved into the world involving interracial couples.
Felecia Hurley, Maryland
Clarity on Hate Man
In the article “They Made a Brighter Future” [January] is a reference to Mark Hawthorne having “angry outbursts.” I knew Hate Man and observed him many times. I never ever once saw him “angry.” When he spoke “I hate you,” it was always with a wry ironic tone and actually a certain sweetness and compassion. His whole philosophy was to use I hate you as a way to break through the walls and barriers to reach the loving humanity inside all of us. The only times I saw him speak “I hate you” was to people he already knew or were willing to engage with him.
Zakariah, via email