It was a cool and misty Mother’s Day in 1974, and in a shady corner of Prospect Park, a group of women handed out fliers and chanted slogans: “They say it is love. We say it is unwaged work.” “They call it frigidity. We call it absenteeism.” “Every miscarriage is a work accident.”
They were targeting mothers, walking from the laundromat or the grocery store, and they had a message to deliver: “All women are unwaged workers. We work from morning to night, but at the end of the week, we have no money to show for it.”
