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299 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 1, 2011
Edith Rigby had been a notorious public menace: a militant suffragette whose past offences included sprinkling acid on a golf course, setting fire to the industrialist Lord Leverhulme’s bungalow and to Blackburn Rovers’s football ground, and hurling first black puddings and then bombs (both commendably home-made) at Winston Churchill when he visited the Liverpool Cotton Exchange in 1913. She had been imprisoned seven times, had been on hunger strike and force fed – and subsequently founded Lancashire’s first Women’s Institute, believing the movement to be utterly inspirational. “A pillar supporting the temple of national enlightenment,” she declared.
In 1917, the year before the vote was won for women of property over the age of 30, and the year she joined the WI, she remembered her militant past with some pride: “It feels quite odd to think that possibly – even probably – before long people will neither shout with laughter nor throw things at one if one mentions women voting. I am glad to belong to a generation which has been stoned – not because I like being stoned (it is tiresome, and often messy), but since some women had to go through that to win the thing, it is a bit of luck not to have been out of it entirely.”