A fantastic book. Very, very detailed in its descriptions of the actions of the government administration and how the women worked to combat it. Really presses onto you just how much physically violent opposition these women faced - I was horrified, really horrified. These women were beaten, tortured, unlawfully imprisoned, etc. I was surprised, because though I came into this with the expectation that the English women were more "militant" (having read about them first, and knowing that the American suffragists were inspired by the WSPU), but, despite that, though I think the claim of greater militancy may not be true after reading this, the American women faced much more brutal violence, longer sentences, worse conditions in prison, and greater cruelty. Shocking. But then, it is America, after all... Also, after reading this, never will I be able to stand someone saying women were "given" the vote in America (or England). No, women fought for it tooth and nail, till they were bloodied and exhausted, and till some of them had died, and even further, and eventually they tore the right from the Government by the skin of their teeth. Also, unlike the English suffragettes, the American suffragists didn't really ever even break the law! The English suffragettes didn't at first but were still imprisoned, but later they broke some windows and did similar actions, but the American suffragettes basically only ever picketed (legally!!! it's a constitutional right!!!) and were imprisoned for upwards to seven months for this in sham trials.
Also, my copy has 388 pages, not 2xx. There's a long appendix.
"The Chief Food Administrator would continue to demand sacrifices of women throughout the war, but he would not give so much as a thought to their rights in return. Mr. [Herbert] Hoover was the only important man in public life who steadfastly refused to see our representatives. After announcing his candidacy for nomination to the Presidency he authorized his secretary to write us a letter saying he had always been for woman suffrage." (266) Ha. Of course.
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"Eighty-three per cent of the Republicans voting on the measure, voted in favor of it, while only fifty per cent of the Democrats voting, voted for it. Even after the Republicans had pledged their utmost strength, more than two-thirds of their membership, votes were still lacking to make up the Democratic deficiency, and the President's declaration that the measure ought to pass the House, produced them from his own party." (250-1) And this trend continued throughout - the Democrats were most against passing a women's suffrage amendment. It's interesting. And you've got to wonder how much of it was due to the way that the suffragists were opposing the Democrats as the party in power. Not all of it, surely.
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It was a clear starry night in March when the picket line of 25 women proceeded with tri-colored banners from New York headquarters in Forty-first street to the Opera House. As we neared the corner of the street opposite the Opera House and before we could cross the street a veritable battalion of policemen in close formation rushed us with unbelievable ferocity. Not a word was spoken by a single officer of the two hundred policemen in the attack to indicate the nature of our offense. Clubs were raised and lowered and the women beaten back with such cruelty as none of us had ever witnessed before.
The women clung to their heavy banner poles, trying to keep the banners above the maelstrom. But the police seized them, tore the pennants, broke the poles, some of them over our backs, trampled them underfoot, pounded us, dragged us, and in every way behaved like frantic beasts. It would have been so simple quietly to detain our little handful until after the President’s speech, if that seemed necessary. But to launch this violent attack under the circumstances was madness. Not a pedestrian had paid any except friendly attention to this slender file of women. But the moment this happened an enormous crowd gathered, made up mostly of soldiers and sailors, many of whom had just returned from abroad and were temporarily thronging the streets of New York. They joined forces with the police in the attack.
Miss Margaretta Schuyler, a beautiful, fragile young girl, was holding fast a silken American flag which she had carried at the head of the procession when a uniformed soldier jumped upon her, twisted her arms until she cried in pain, cursed, struggled until he had torn her flag from its pole, and then broke the pole across her head, exulting in his triumph over his frailer victim.
When I appealed to the policemen, who was at the moment occupied solely with pounding me on the back, to intercept the soldier in his cruel attack, his only reply was: “Oh, he’s helping me.” He thereupon resumed his beating of me and I cried “Shame, shame! Aren’t you ashamed to beat American women in this brutal way?” I offered no other resistance. “If we are breaking any law, arrest us! Don’t beat us in this cowardly fashion!”
“We’ll rush you like bulls,” was his vulgar answer, “we’ve only just begun.”
Another young woman, an aviatrice, was seized by the coat collar and thrown to the pavement for trying to keep hold of her banner. Her fur cap was the only thing that saved her skull from serious injury. As it was, she was trampled under foot and her face severely cut before we could rescue her with the assistance of a sympathetic member of the crowd. The sympathetic person was promptly attacked by the police-man for helping his victim to her feet. There were many shouts of disapproval of the police conduct and many cheers for the women from the dense crowd.
By this time the crowd had massed itself so thickly that we could hardly move any inch. It was perfectly apparent that we could neither make our way to the Opera House nor could we extricate ourselves. But the terrors continued. Women were knocked down and trampled under foot, some of them almost unconscious, others bleeding from the hands and face; arms were bruised and twisted; pocketbooks were snatched and wrist-watches stolen.
When it looked as if the suffocating melee would result in the death or permanent injury to some of us, I was at last dragged by a policeman to the edge of the crowd. Although I offered not the slightest resistance, I was crushed continuously in the arm by the officer who walked me to the police station, and kept muttering: “You’re a bunch of cannibals,—cannibals,—Bolsheviks.”
Upon arriving at the police station I was happily relieved to find five of my comrades already there. We were all impartially cursed at; told to stand up; told to sit down; forbidden to speak to one another; forbidden even to smile at one another. One by one we were called to the desk to give our name, age, and various other pieces of information. We stood perfectly silent before the station lieutenant as he coaxingly said, “You’d better tell.”—”You’d better give us your name.”—”You’d better tell us where you live—it will make things easier for you.” But we continued our silence.
Disorderly conduct, interfering with the police, assaulting the police (Shades of Heaven! Assaulting the police!), were the charges entered against us.
We were all locked in separate cells and told that we would be taken to the Woman’s Night Court for immediate trial.
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In about half an hour we were taken from our cells and brought before the Lieutenant, who now announced, “Well, you ladies may go now,—I have just received a telephone order to release you.”
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The meeting thus broken up, we abandoned a further attempt that night. As our little, bannerless procession filed slowly back to headquarters, hoodlums followed us. The police of course gave us no protection and just as we were entering the door of our own building a rowdy struck me on the side of the head with a heavy banner pole. The blow knocked me senseless against the stone building; my hat was snatched from my head, and burned in the street. We entered the building to find that soldiers had been periodically rushing it in our absence, dragging out bundles of our banners, amounting to many hundreds of dollars, and burning them in the street, without any protest from the police.
One does not undergo such an experience without arriving at some inescpabale truths, a discussion fo which would interest me deeply but which would be irrelevant in this narrative.” Oh, but I would love to hear it! What is it? Women have no idea of how much men hate them? (331-335)
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“In the light of the President’s gradual yielding and final surrender to our demand, it will not be out of place to summarize briefly just what happened.
President Wilson began his career as President of the United States an anti-suffragist. He was opposed to suffrage for women both by principle and political expediency. Sometimes I think he regarded suffragists as a kind of sect—good women, no doubt, but tiresome and troublesome. Whether he has yet come to see the suffrage battle as part of a great movement embracing the world is still a question. It is not an important question, for in any case it was not inward conviction but political necessity that made him act. [A very important point to remember.]”
(337)
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“It seems to me that Woodrow Wilson was neither devil nor God in his manner of meeting the demand of the suffragists. There has persisted an astounding myth that he is an extraordinary man. Our experience proved the contrary. He behaved toward us like a very ordinary politician. Unnecessarily cruel or weakly tolerant, according as you view the justice of our fight, but a politician, not a statesman. He did not go out to meet the tide which he himself perceived was “rising to meet the moon.” That would have been statesmanship. He let it all but engulf him before he acted. And even as a politician he failed, for his tactics resulted in the passage of the amendment by a Republican Congress.” (340)
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"That women have been aroused never again to be content with their subjection there can be no doubt. That they will ultimately secure for themselves equal power and responsibility in whatever system of government is evolved is positive. How revolutionary will be the changes when women get this opwer and responsibility no one can adequately foretell. One thing is certain. They will not go back. They will never again be good and willing slaves.
It has been a long, wearying struggle. Although drudgery has persisted throughout, there have been compensatory moments of great joy and beauty. The relief that comes after a great achievement is sweet. There is no residue of bitterness. To be sure, women have often resented it deeply that so much human energy had to be expended for so simple a right. But whatever disillusionments they have experienced, they have kept their faith in women. And the winning of political power by women will have enormously elevated their status." (342-3)