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Friday, September 26, 2008
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Suffering and Suffrage: How A Few Brave Women Changed America, And What That Means To Me
Attention Female Voters. This forward popped up in my inbox this week under the title "Fw: Women's Vote", and my first thought was: "Oh. Is this from the Clinton campaign. Exactly how LONG has this been sitting here. Huh. I need to check my email more." I almost deleted this without opening it, as is my usual practice for forwards that don't look promising. (For example, a selection from this month's inbox: 'Fw: SuRvEyZ, mKaY?!?!', 'Fw: Cute Puppy Pics', 'Fw: Open Plz Thz Is Nt A Viris!' I exaggerate not.) But, for some reason, I opened it. I'm glad I did.
Women's Vote
"This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago. Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.
The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.
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 Burns, 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 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.
All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But theactual 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.'
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."Sorry guys, no icons today, just this. Vote. Please. For all of us.
Monday, September 15, 2008
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Everything Is Going Wrong, And We're So Happy
Hello everyone. I'm..weary. It's such an old fashioned word, but that's the only way to describe it. I've been out of it forever, and don't have a lot of time to download, so today's post may or may not make it past the twenty icons-mark. Hopefully so. All right y'all, here you go. Make it last, I may not be back for a...while. Not sure how long. If I'm not back at all, peace.
You know how I usually credit EVERYONE I've taken one of these icons from? Well, I usually keep a seperate folder of which sites I borrowed from, but it, unfortunately, got accidently deleted. So, I'm going to have to do my best to remember where all of these came from (wish me luck). If I missed you, sorry about that. Whoever you are (because I'm sure that I'll miss at least one person), you do great work. I'm sorry that you couldn't be recognized here, but still know that. All right, off the top of my head: over_dramatic_lies, indierocks88, fyi_graphics, bonvoyage_icons, vintage_nightss, theblueyedg1rl, icons4ursoul, iconluv, iconlovey, iconvlovelyy, xrawr_icons, coinoperated_icons, discontinuedpolaroids, and verymany_icons. If I missed you, my deepest apologies.
bonvoyage_icons:
iconspiration
grungegypsy
vintage_nightss
haven55
fyi_grpahics
zeradiostar
indierocks88
Sadly, that's all for now. My patience for uploading has run dry. May not see me again for a while. Sorry about that. Later.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
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I Gave You Documents And Microfilm, Too
Today...is a bad day. Small post today.
Tenderly in Flesh
This homesickness of mind
Like cuts made almost tenderly in flesh. The surfaces of things grown slow and
Dangerous
Beneath the desire to apprehend. September light I cannot hear your quiet.
So much elsewhere unsettling each surface, so much annul.-Laurie Sheck
Credit to: indierocks88, vintage_nightss (my favorite new find ^_^), fyi_graphics, theblueeyedg1rl, verymany_icons, aaxo__icons, xrawr_icons, coinoperated_icons, grungegypsy, discontinuedpolaroids, zeradiostar,dancingpinkpork, iconzicons, averagesucks, and odang_its_klakay
theblueeyedg1rl
over_dramatic_lies
grungegypsy
zeradiostar
eicart09
Favorite song of the moment:
On the lam from the law
On the steps of the capitol
You shot a plainclothes cop on the ten o'clock
And I saw momentarily
They flashed a photograph, it couldn't be you
You'd been abused so horribly
But you were there in some anonymous room
And I recall that fall
I was working for the government
And in a bathroom stall off the National Mall
How we kissed so sweetly
How could I refuse a favor or two
For a trist in the greenery
I gave you documents and microfilm, too
And from my ten floor tenement
Where once our bodies lay
How I long to hear you say
No, they'll never catch me now
No, they'll never catch me
No, they cannot catch me now
We will escape somehow
Somehow
It was late one night
I was awoken by the telephone
I heard a strangled cry on the end of the line
Purloined in Petrograd
They were suspicious of where your loyalties lay
So I paid off a bureaucrat
To convince your captors they're to secret you away
And at the gate of the embassy
Our hands met through the bars
As your whisper stilled my heart
No, they'll never catch me now
No, they'll never catch me
No, they cannot catch me now
We will escape somehow
Somehow
And I dreamt one night
You were there in fours
Head held high
In uniform
It was ten years on
When you resurfaced in a motorcar
With the wave of an arm
You were there and gone(The Bagman's Gambit - The Decemberists)
Thanks all, more to come. Eventually. Hmmm...this has made my day a little better, hope it's made yours better too.
Monday, September 01, 2008
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You Would Take The Breath From My Throat
Lo people. Weblog title comment: I LOVE Eisley. Never heard of them? Understandable. Listen to their song "Invasion" on my playlist, trust me, they're amazing. Might be my last post for a while (another week or so, maybe). I disclaim: I didn't make any of these icons or photos. Credit is displayed below.
Credit goes to: verymany_icons, fyi_graphics, indierocks88, discontinuedpolaroids, zeradiostar, shesfadingsoftly, icons4ursoul, bonvoyage_icons, vintage_nightss, xrawr_icons, anxietyatthepub, odang_its_klakay, rockettshipps, glamikonz, woahh_me, iconlovey, i_lOve_eggsxicons, hello_iconsx3, boomerangicons, aaxo__icons, iconicheart24, uh_quotes, over_dramatic_lies, haven55, coinoperated_icons, and acid_icons
Vogue August 2008
haven55
vintage_nightss
pryhh
aaxo_icons
fyi_graphics
survivingoptimist210
fyi_graphics
theblueyedg1rl
Thanks for the comments everyone, they are much appreciated.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
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And If You Promise To Stay Concious I Will Try To Do The Same
Back again, and so soon, I know, I know! ^_^ PS, if you didn't see yesterday's post, check it out (got 1 comment...how sad.) So, anyways, can't say when the next post will be. Monday, maybe? Yay for Labor Day. I disclaim: I did not make any of these lovely icons, but some were made by those listed below the icons. If you see one of your icons here but did not receive credit, just let me know and I'll add you to the list. enjoy.






















































































































































































































































































