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| Poster of the French Union for Women's Suffrage (1909) (Union française pour le suffrage des femmes) "French women want to vote - against alcohol, slums and war" |
“I do not know if the people of the United States would vote for superior men if they ran for office, but there can be no doubt that such men do not run.”
― Alexis de Tocqueville, Tocqueville: Democracy in America
“To view the opposition as dangerous is to misunderstand the basic concepts of democracy. To oppress the opposition is to assault the very foundation of democracy.”
― Aung San Suu Kyi, Letters from Burma
“There is no such thing as not voting: you either vote by voting, or you vote by staying home and tacitly doubling the value of some Diehard's vote.”
― David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster and Other Essays
We walked five blocks
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
“To view the opposition as dangerous is to misunderstand the basic concepts of democracy. To oppress the opposition is to assault the very foundation of democracy.”
― Aung San Suu Kyi, Letters from Burma
“There is no such thing as not voting: you either vote by voting, or you vote by staying home and tacitly doubling the value of some Diehard's vote.”
― David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster and Other Essays
Midweek Motif ~ Suffrage,
the right to vote
Do you have the right to vote?
When did you last use that right?
Have you ever been on a ballot?
What would you like to see on a ballot to vote for?
Your Challenge: Write a poem that exposes and/or challenges suffrage.
to the elementary school,
my mother’s high heels
crunching through playground gravel.
We entered through a side door.
Down the long corridor,
decorated with Halloween masks,
health department safety posters—
we followed the arrows
to the third grade classroom.
My mother stepped alone
into the booth, pulling the curtain behind her.
I could see only the backs of her
calves in crinkled nylons.
A partial vanishing, then reappearing
pocketbook crooked on her elbow,
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.
I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.
Man is a curious brute—he pets his fancies—
Fighting mankind, to win sweet luxury.
So he will be, though law be clear as crystal,
Tho’ all men plan to live in harmony.
Come, let us vote against our human nature,
Crying to God in all the polling places
To heal our everlasting sinfulness
And make us sages with transfigured faces.
I hold my ballot in my shaking hand
And say to myself: this is cause and effect.
The opportunity is so grand
I have spent all my life to expect.
You have lived in a free country,
Here you and your ancestors were born;
Your civil rights are numerous and sundry;
Please do feel pity for the forlorn.
I had exercised my right to vote
In my native land’s first ever election:
Illiterates did not know what cadres wrote;
Bad factions led them to wrong direction.
Wanting self-rule, people grew wiser;
The patriots just built a young nation.
But the invaders, however, were slyer:
Elections were only to shield usurpation.
. . . .
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(Next week Sumana's Motif will be ~ Acceptance)
(Next week Sumana's Motif will be ~ Acceptance)
