Suffering Suffrage
by
Becky Akers
by Becky Akers
Friday
marked the 85th anniversary of American women's suffrage and was
thus a holy day for statists. Granted, it's a lesser one, not
in the same league as Election Day or April 15. More like Epiphany than
Christmas, perhaps. But it still set feminists, socialists, and assorted
others of the faithful to genuflecting. They celebrated with
speeches and seminars in their temples, which they call museums, as
well as other foolishness across the country, in compliance with a
passage from their scriptures: a "Joint
Resolution of Congress, 1971, Designating August 26 of each year
as Women’s Equality Day" directs that "the women of United States
are to be commended and supported in their organizations and activities."
Alas,
the chief god in the political pantheon, like the Ba'al of Elijah's
mockery (I Kings 18:27), was vacationing. The president nevertheless
ordered one of his seers sorry, speechwriters to come up with an
address honoring "Women's Equality Day, 2005."
The
resulting proclamation babbles about "the 19th Amendment to
the Constitution guarantee[ing] American women the right to vote"
and burbles patronizing pap ("Since the adoption of the 19th
Amendment, women have continued to make great contributions to our
Nation...The hard work of American women is essential to the strength
and vitality of our country...we honor the perseverance, leadership,
and achievements of the suffragists and all of America's women,
and we renew our commitment to equal justice and dignity for all..."
blah, blah, blah...). Underlying these musings from on high is
the presumption that voting somehow validates us. Citizens are
legitimized, even ennobled, because the state allows them
to enter a booth and pull a lever. Voting is as sacramental to statists
as baptism is to Christians.
It
reminds me of the scene from My
Cousin Vinnie in which Vinnie tells his girlfriend
that the prosecuting attorney has invited him to hunt
deer. He then demands her opinion on what pants he should
wear. In admirable Brooklynese, she tells Vinnie to imagine
he's a "little deah" who puts his "little deah lips"
down to a "babbling brook...Awl of a sudden, BAM! A f------
bullet splatters ya brains awl ovah da ground. Now I ax ya,
da ya give a sh-- what kinda pants the son of a b that
shot ya was wearin?"
As
the president and his complicit, craven, criminal Cabinet
splatter American brains and blood all over Iraq, do we really
care whether Leviathan allows this or that group to participate
in the great democratic sham of voting?
The
presidential proclamation concludes, "IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I
have hereunto set my hand this twenty-fifth day of August in the
year of our Lord two thousand five, and of the Independence of the
United States of America the two hundred and thirtieth [sic].
GEORGE W. BUSH." No doubt we will endure more cries from the
right about George's righteousness given his invocation of
the Almighty. Look for them to wax so joyous over this formulaic hiccup
that the whopper George told in the previously quoted lines
will, as usual, elude them.
But
it won't elude us: "We honor the perseverance, leadership, and achievements
of the suffragists and all of America's women, and we renew our
commitment to equal justice and dignity for all." Really, George?
"All of America's women," huh? Would that include one hot and grieving
mother outside your ranch? She's persevered through all
that nature and the nasty pro-war partisans can throw at her. She's
seen her principles mocked, her son's memory dishonored, her motives
questioned, her character impugned. Yet there she stands. She can
do nothing else. Yep, that's perseverance, George. Honor it.
You
want leadership and achievements? This mother with her single-minded
devotion to decency and the Constitution has helped turn
public sentiment against your murderous, horrific war. I'd say that
at the very least, she's earned an invite back to the
ranch, George, and a beer raised in tribute.
Then
there's the bit about "renew[ing] our commitment to equal justice
and dignity for all." George undoubtedly meant to add "citizens"
there at the end, because as it stands, the prisoners at
Gitmo might quibble. They have yet to experience either justice
or dignity, let alone equal doses of them. We might also poll
passengers being groped at airport checkpoints about the dignity
of such molestation. The good folk of New London, CT losing
their homes to the thieves of city government could say a
word or two about justice. And so on, ad infinitum, ad nauseam.
For
our closing benediction, we turn to the National Women's History
Project and the letter from its executive director, Molly Murphy
MacGregor. Maybe Molly swiped George's seer: her letter and his
proclamation share the same sanctimony, disregard for truth, and
poor writing. Molly tells us that "August is an exceptionally important
month for honoring the remarkable work of the hundreds of thousands
of people who worked to expand democracy for women.... Defending
and expanding democracy is what American history is all about..."
Cindy Sheehan,
mourning a boy killed for George's expansionist democracy,
might disagree.
August
27, 2005
Becky
Akers [send her mail] writes
primarily about the American Revolution.
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