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August 31st, 2004

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12:48 pm - Remember when/how women got the vote
(from Leslie Sheridan's "Carpe Diem Voice", found on Stephanie Lynch's LJ)

The women were innocent and defenseless. And by the end of the night, they were barely alive.

Forty-prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 helpless women wrongly convicted of "obstructing sidewalk traffic." They beat Lucy Burn, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air. They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack.

Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women. Thus unfolded the "Night of Terror" on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slops--was infested with worms. When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.

So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because--why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining? Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new movie "Iron Jawed Angels." It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder. There was a time when I knew these women well. I met them in college--not in my required American history courses, which barely mentioned them, but in women's history class. That's where I found the irrepressibly brave Alice Paul. Her large, brooding eyes seemed fixed on my own as she stared out from the page. "Remember!" she silently beckoned.

Remember. I thought I always would. I registered voters throughout college and law school, worked on congressional and presidential campaigns until I started writing for newspapers. When Geraldine Ferraro ran for vice president, I took my 9-year-old son to meet her. "My knees are shaking," he whispered after shaking her hand. "I'm never going to wash this hand again."

All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes, it was even inconvenient. My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was. With herself. "One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie," she said. "What would those women think of the way I use--or don't use--my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn." The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her "all over again."

HBO will run the movie periodically before releasing it on video and DVD. I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum. I want it shown on Bunko night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.

It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy. The doctor admonished the men: "Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity."
I remember a Young Indiana Jones episode where Vanessa Regrave? was playing the part of a suffragist in Britain, discussing how she and her colleagues, on a hunger strike while in gaol, were forcibly fed while tied down. I had had no idea.

I vote every blasted election, I write my reps, and I take my son with me to vote as my mother did with my sister and me, every single blasted election.
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(4 comments | and then you say)


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Date:August 31st, 2004 01:10 pm (UTC)
I'm with you on this one. I have voted in every election since I turned 18. It's just too important.
Date:August 31st, 2004 01:48 pm (UTC)
There still are too many places where people don't have a real vote or can't vote. I don't care who's running: I vote. My main reason for obtaining dual citizenship is so I can vote in the country in which I reside, not just the one in which I was born.
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Date:August 31st, 2004 08:59 pm (UTC)

Yep, I don't get forget either

My Gramma who is still alive went with my Great Gramma when she voted for the frist time. my gramma was 9 when women got the right to vote. Gramma reminds me every election
Date:August 31st, 2004 09:12 pm (UTC)
Am I voting this year? Are you kidding?, after the treatment I got dealing with out legal system (Which to contrary popular belief IS guilty unless you have piles of cash.) I'm reminding everyone I know to vote. I remember sitting with my Nonna when I was a child and her reading to me about the courageous women fighting for the right to vote. I have voted in every election since I was eighteen, and will continue to do so.

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