My sister sent the link to me because she was so impressed with the singers of the song. She was so right! I hope you take a few minutes to listen and watch a new spin on John Lennon’s classic because it is for our times–now.
I began this blog Saturday morning, August 19th. I am watching CNN broadcast of the Boston Rallies, hoping and praying for peaceful demonstrations. Every day we turn on the news to view more world dysfunction, a somersault of ideologies, values, and beliefs. (It is Monday, and the rallies in Boston were basically uneventful–at least the 24-hour news networks had little to say about them.)
From my writings, you know I am interested in women’s issues–health, history, welfare, etc. PBS aired 3 hour-long segments about the history of women’s suffrage in Great Britain–Suffragettes Forever! Women in America faced some of the same challenges, but maybe, not so violent. Women could be sold on the auction block like a slave, cow, pig, or horse. One woman was sold as late as 1917 for a pound. Women who voiced opinions were called scolds and husbands might force them to wear a bridle. Usually, the men dragged the women behind them throughout their villages, and sometimes the women were forced to stand in a public square to be publicly ridiculed and even labeled with words like “nag,” or “scold.” For centuries, many people, men and women, believed if a woman thought too deeply on anything she might damage her chances of fertility, thus the belief women shouldn’t be allowed to vote or take public office.
I understand the frustration when someone doesn’t seem to see what I see so clearly. As I keep learning about the suffrage movement in the US as well as other parts of the world, I understand how upset women became when they kept being denied the vote, equal pay for equal work, effective medical treatment for themselves and their children. I appreciate the sacrifices those who were on the front line made for me. Women like Alice Paul in the United States who during a demonstration was arrested, sent to prison, and was force-fed ( a nasty affair when tubes forced down her throat) when she refused to eat. Yes, a number of the women were radicals. It takes radicals to get things done, though. I take so much for granted because sometimes I forget what has been done for me already. I like what the famous presidential author David McCullough has said so eloquently : “You can’t be a full participant in our democracy if you don’t know our history.”
Jennie in Scruples & Drams, and Maude in Needles & Pins do what they do to help women survive. Some may not always understand why they do what they do but this is history. It happened. Women had no one but other women to help them. They had no rights, no medical advice, no maternity help, no fertility information due to the very controversial Comstock laws that were passed. Women were powerless–until they stood together.
There are good fights, holy fights; think of the Boston Tea Party, the American Revolution, the 1963 March on Washington for Civil Rights, Women’s Suffrage, Vietnam War, and so many more like Gay Rights.
How can we distinguish between evil fights and ones that are holy? I love what Maya Angelou said: “Hate, it has caused a lot of problems in the world, but has not solved one yet.” (SAW THAT ONE ON FACEBOOK AND KNEW I NEEDED IT!)
So let’s keep gathering together for the good stuff (the solar eclipse–even under clouds here in MINNESOTA at about 1 pm today),
fighting the good fight, marching for the truth, and Praying for peace, people, everywhere. AND don’t forget to IMAGINE!