"Why, I held a purple, white and gold banner at the gates of the White House."
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"You don" say so! What de odders do?"
"Same thing. We all held banners at the White House gates asking President Wilson to give us the vote."
"An" yo" all got sixty days fo" dat?"
"Yes. You see the President thought it would be a good idea to send us to the workhouse for asking for the vote. You know women want to vote and have wanted to for a long time in our country"
"O-Ya.s.s"m, I know. I seen yo" parades, an" meetin"s, an"
everythin". I know whah yo" all live, right near the White House.
You"s alright. I hopes yo" git it, fo" women certainly do need protextion against men like Judge Mullowny. He has us allatime picked up an" sen" down here.
"They sen" yo" down here once, an" then yo" come out without a cent, and try to look fo" a job, an" befo" yo" can fin" one a cop walks up an" asks yo" whah yo" live, an" ef yo" haven"t got a place yet, becaus" yo" ain" got a cent to ren" one with, he says, "Come with me, I"ll fin" yo" a home," an" hustles yo" off to the p"lice station an" down heah again, an" you"re called a 4vag"
(vagrant). What chance has we n.i.g.g.ahs got, I ask ya? I hopes yo"
all gits a vote an" fixes up somethings for women!"
"You see that young girl over there?" said another prisoner, who in spite of an unfortunate life had kept a remnant of her early beauty. I nodded.
"Well, Judge Mullowny gave her thirty days for her first offense, and when he sentenced her, she cried out desperately, "Don"t send me down there, Judge! If you do, I"ll kill myself!" What do you think he said to that? "I"ll give you six months in which to change your mind!""
I reflected. The judge that broke this pale-faced, silent girl was the appointee of the President. It was the task of such a man to sentence American women to the workhouse for demanding liberty.
Conversing with the "regulars" was forbidden by the
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wardress, but we managed, from time to time, to talk to our fellow prisoners with stealthiness.
"We knew somethin" was goin" to happen," said one negro girl, "because Monday the close we had on wer" took off us an" we were giv" these old patched ones. We wuz told they wanted to take "stock," but we heard they wuz bein" washed fo" you-all suff"agettes."
The unpleasantness at wearing the formless garments of these unfortunates made us all wince. But the government"s calculation aroused our hot indignation. We were not convicted until Tuesday and our prison garments were ready Monday!
"You must not speak against the President," said the servile wardress, when she discovered we were telling our story to the inmates. "You know you will be thrashed if you say anything more about the President; and don"t forget you"re on Government property and may be arrested for treason if it happens again."
We doubted the seriousness of this threat of thrashing until one of the girls confided to us that such outrages happened often. We afterward obtained proof of these brutalities.[1]
"Old Whittaker beat up that girl over there just last week and put her in the "b.o.o.by" house on bread and water for five days."
"What did she do?" I asked.
"Oh, she an" another girl got to sc.r.a.pping in the blackberry patch and she didn"t pick enough berries. ."
"All put up your work, girls, and get in line." This from the wardress, who sped up the work in the sewing room. It was lunch time, and though we were all hungry we dreaded going to the silence and the food in that gray dining room with the vile odors. We were counted again as we filed out, carrying our heavy chairs with us as is the workhouse custom.
[1]See affidavit of Mrs. Bovee, page 144.
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"Do they do this all the time?" I asked. It seemed as though needless energy was being spent counting and recounting our little group.
"Wouldn"t do anybody any good to try to get away from here," said one of the white girls. "Too many bloodhounds!"
"Bloodhounds!" I asked in amazement, for after all these women were not criminals but merely misdemeanants.
"Oh, yes. Just a little while ago, three men tried to get away and they turned bloodhounds after them and shot them dead-and they weren"t bad men either."
When our untasted supper was over that night we were ordered into the square, bare-walled "recreation" room, where we and the other prisoners sat, and sat, and sat, our chairs against the walls, a dreary sight indeed, waiting for the fortyfive minutes before bedtime to pa.s.s. The sight of two negro girl prisoners combing out each other"s lice and dressing their kinky hair in such a way as to discourage permanently a return of the vermin did not produce in us exactly a feeling of "recreation." But we tried to sing. The negroes joined in, too, and soon outsang us, with their plaintive melodies and hymns. Then back to our cells and another attempt to sleep.
A new ordeal the next morning! Another of the numberless "pedigrees" is to be taken. One by one we were called to the warden"s office.
"Were your father or mother ever insane?"
"Are you a confirmed drunkard, chronic or moderate drinker?"
"Do you smoke or chew or use tobacco in any form?"
"Married or single?"
"Single."
"How many children?"
"None."
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"What religion do you profess?"
"Christian."
"What religion do you profess?" in a higher pitched voice.
I did not clearly comprehend. "Do you mean "Am I a Catholic or a Protestant?" I am a Christian."
But it was of no avail. She wrote down, "None."
I protested. "That is not accurate. I insist that I am a Christian, or at least I try to be one."
"You must learn to be polite," she retorted almost fiercely, and I returned to the sewing room.
For the hundredth time we asked to be given our toothbrushes, combs, handkerchiefs and our own soap. The third day of imprisonment without any of these essentials found us depressed and worried over our unsanitary condition. We plead also for toilet paper. It was senseless to deny these necessities. It is enough to imprison people. Why seek to degrade them utterly?
The third afternoon we were mysteriously summoned into the presence of Superintendent Whittaker. He seemed warm and cordial.
We were ordered drawn up in a semi-circle.
"Ladies, there is a rumor that you may be pardoned," he began.