Subject: for women voters
This is the story of our Grandmothers, and
Great-grandmothers, as they lived only 90 years ago. It was
not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to
the polls and vote.
The women who made it so 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 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 slop--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 our 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.
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 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 released the movie 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 Bunco 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.'
Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the
women you know.
We need to get out and vote and use
this right that was fought so hard for by these very
courageous women . Whether you vote democratic,
republican or independent party - remember to vote.
History is being made