The
giant Women’s March on Washington and sister marches across the country that greeted Donald Trump’s inauguration in January 2017 and the they-said-it-couldn’t-be-done even
larger marches a year later were seismic
events that brought a broad, united,
new intersessional feminism to the forefront
of American social and political life after years on the defense as hard-fought gains once thought
secure were under attack at every level.
Mass demonstrations no matter how
large, critics maintained, had lost
their power as the media lost interest in them and the public became bored. Huge anti-war demonstrations that broke all records for participation were barely covered by the press and had no discernable effect on curtailing
a vastly unpopular war in Congress or in the Bush administration and only moderately
moved the needle during the Obama years when painfully slow withdrawals of boots
on the ground in Iraq and Afghanistan were matched by a brutal
escalation of bombing and drone attacks not only in those two
countries but across the region.
Instead,
the media became fixated with a shiny new object—the tiny but colorful Tea Party movement. Events
drawing a few dozen in silly hats waving Don’t Tread on Me flags, and toting
misspelled homemade signs received lead
coverage night after night on network
and cable TV news. Part of it
was the sheer novelty of a right wing “grassroots” movement. Traditional conservatives were at first dismissive
and doubtful, but a hand-full of deep pocket millionaires saw potential
pumped unlimited money into the
movement, created faux grassroots
national organizations to “lead it,” and soon used it to capture the Republican Party for their oligarchical aims. Within what seemed like a blink of an eye they were in control of dozens of state governments, Congress, and the Presidency
and seemed capable of completely remaking America with no effective opposition.
But
there were signs of restiveness and resistance—the Occupy Movement that spread
like wildfire, the up-from-the-streets
youth led Black Lives Matter movement, the May Day Immigration Rights marches and the rise of the Dreamers, the new Civil Rights movement represented by Moral Mondays. But it was
the Women’s Marches, perhaps because they included so many middle class white women, that finally recaptured the media and
nation’s attention.
To
its credit the Women’s March movement has, not always smoothly, taken pains to broaden its leadership
and representation and to stand for
an intersessional struggle that includes not just traditional feminist objectives like preserving abortion rights, removing
obstacles to social and professional advancement, the Equal Rights Movement, and election of women, but support for Women of Color, immigrants and refugees,
Muslims and other minority religions, the LBGTQ communities, Native
Americans, the disabled, the labor movement, and environmentalists. It has not been a perfect process and serious
divisions remain over issues like electoral
politics, particularly endorsement of Democrats, and levels of street militancy,
but it has been a game changer.
One
108 years ago today, another march of women in Washington, in some ways quite different, marked a radical turning point in the long struggle for women’s suffrage and became a spiritual
ancestor of today’s movements.
Alice
Paul and Lucy Burns were uppity women. Worse they were angry, uppity women. They
were more youthful than the dowagers whose decades’ long drive for women’s suffrage had been noble, but fruitless. Paul had been in England and was impressed with
how Christabel Pankhurst and her mother Emmeline, leaders of a new militant
suffrage movement which was making a sensation by using direct action tactics such as publicly heckling politicians, window smashing, and rock throwing raising the profile of
the cause there.
When Paul returned to the United States in 1910 she joined the National American Women’s Suffrage
Association (NAWSA) and soon advanced to a leadership role. Although the national organization was committed
to a state-by-state strategy as its top priority, Paul was made Chair of the Congressional Committee with the responsibility of lobbying for Federal action. Carrie
Chapman Catt, formidable leader of the NAWSA, did not have much faith in Paul or her project, but was
probably glad to have the gadfly out her hair in New York where she was carefully planning an elaborate political effort
to win state approval of the Vote by referendum.
By 1912 Paul and Burns had set up shop in the Capitol as the as a semi-autonomous
affiliate of the NAWSA called the Congressional
Union.
Carrie Chapman Catt of New York was the formidable head of the National American Women's Suffrage Association. She would split with Alice Paul over strategy and style and the two were sometimes bitter rivals. Their two pronged suffrage campaign, moderate and radical, actually complimented each other and help rapidly move to the goal. But when the 19th Amendment was ratified, it was the moderate Catt, not the bur-under-the-saddle Paul who was invited to the Wilson White House.
In the Presidential election that year, Catt had broken ranks with many older
suffragists who were traditionally
Republican, and endorsed Woodrow Wilson, a distinguished
academic and supposedly one of a new
breed of progressive Democrats, in
the hopes that he would swing his party
behind suffrage.
Paul, however, did not want to wait for a painfully slow lobbing process to nudge the new Chief
Executive in the right direction.
She declared her intention to
“hold his feet to the fire” from the
very beginning with a huge Suffrage
demonstration on the eve of his inaugural.
Don’t imagine a modern march on
Washington with mobs of somewhat disorganized marchers in pink pussy caps carrying banners, signs, and puppets in a mass throng
on the Capitol’s wide avenues. Paul’s Woman
Suffrage Procession was planned
out with military precision, the
thousands of women marchers were arrayed
in designated units, marching abreast. Most units wore white, the symbol of purity and adopted color of the suffrage movement. The procession would be led by equestrians and floats with women as various allegorical figures broke up
the ranks of marchers. An elaborate program was printed for onlookers and a proper
parade permit had been obtained from local authorities.
Wilson arrived by train from
his New Jersey home on Monday, March
3, 1913, the day before his inauguration.
As the first Democrat since Grover Cleveland to break the grip of Republican dominance and as a man of known Southern roots and sympathies,
he likely expected a whoopsie-do reception in the culturally Southern city. Instead only a handful of dignitaries, politicians, and the press were at hand. Everybody else in town seems to have been lining Pennsylvania Avenue.
Inez Milholland on her white steed was a dramatic and compelling lead to the Woman Suffrage Processional.
No wonder, for Paul had put on a dazzling show led by the beautiful blonde lawyer and activist Inez Milholland astride a white horse in flowing Greek robes. Behind
her, Paul and her friends, also on horseback, led 8,000 marchers, almost all women, and on parade.
An estimated half a million viewers crowded the route including cheering supporters, the idly
curious, a lot of very, very angry
men.
The procession was quickly attacked by mobs of men along the route, throwing
rocks and battering participants
with clubs and fists as the police stood
by without intervening. Retaining
as much courage and dignity as they could muster, the marchers continued on their
route while running a virtual gauntlet. Before the rear of the march reached its destination
some hastily mobilized troops from Fort Myer arrived to provide some protection. Over 800
marchers, almost all women, were injured
in the attacks.
Reaction to the parade and the attacks threatened to overwhelm news
of the Presidential inauguration the
next day, much to the annoyance of
Wilson. And to the delight of Paul who regarded
the operation as successful in
every way. She was sure that public
outrage would lead to greater support of the cause.
A subsequent investigation held the police derelict in their duty
for failing to protect the lawful demonstration and the District of Columbia Police Chief was fired.
In New York Catt was less than thrilled and feared the bold confrontation would alienate
male supporters critical for her state-by-state campaign. None-the-less
Catt staged her own giant parade
down Fifth Avenue in May as the kick off for her ballot initiative plan. A fifth
the marchers in her parade were men.
The breach over militancy
and confrontation between Catt and
Paul became irreparable in 1914 and
Paul’s group severed ties with the national organization. Two years later they reorganized as the National
Women’s Party (NWP.)
They continued to press Wilson for action
with daily picketing at the White House. When the picketing continued even after the country
entered the Great War in Europe, Wilson had Paul and dozens of her associates and supporters
arrested, jailed, and force fed during hunger strikes. When word
got out about the abuse, Wilson was embarrassed
yet again. Exasperated, Wilson finally
declared his support of a Federal Constitutional Amendment for
women’s suffrage as a “war measure”
and in recognition of the contribution of women to the effort. He made no
mention of Paul or the NWP, but no
one doubted that their stubborn
militancy had forced his hand.
Both
houses of Congress passed the 19th
Amendment in 1919. Then the battle moved to ratification by state
legislatures and the state-by-state struggle advocated by Catt was back
on. The NAWSA and NWP played a kind of “good cop/bad cop” tag team on state legislatures with Catt’s
group wooing them with compliments and charm, and Paul threatening
disruption and defiance.
It proceeded, all things considered, with astonishing speed. On August 19, 1920 Tennessee passed the Amendment by one vote in the legislature,
securing the necessary support to become a part
of the Constitution. When the Secretary
of State certified the adoption on August 26, Paul and her
cohorts proudly unfolded a banner on the NWP headquarters building in Washington and toasted the event—with grape juice, of course.
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