Back to the Future

“The news is being flashed far and wide,
and before our earth has revolved on her axis every civilized community
within the reach of the electric wires will have received the tidings that civic freedom has been granted …”
— Kate Sheppard

Even he had to give in: he had lost.  But wait… he was a politician… Here was a opportunity…

A Horse's Ass: Richard Seddon
“King Dick” – Take Credit When Credit is NOT Due: A Politician’s Motto.

He had fought, blocked, and delayed the women’s right to vote in New Zealand. Only to reverse himself and claim he was trying to help, when the bill was passed finally.

Kate knew he was a hypocrite. She understood the political process. She knew that New Zealand was the first nation to “give the women” the right to vote in 1893. So, by letter, announcing to the world she encouraged her predecessor fellow civic activists in America including Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan Anthony to continue the fight. She had seen the future in 1869 because in the relatively new territory of Wyoming, farmers had given their women the right to vote partly as a reaction to outrageous behavior of brazen and politically connected cattlemen lynching an independent innocent single woman farmer.

Social progress thru politics is on the edge of chaos/order. Two steps forward in the future, one step back to the future. One Vote against, two Votes for.

Richard Seddon, though a member of the Liberal Party, opposed women’s suffrage, and expected it to be again blocked in the upper house. Despite Seddon’s opposition, Members of Parliament assembled sufficient strength in the House of Representatives to pass the bill. When it arrived in the Legislative Council, two previously hostile members, moved to anger at Seddon’s “underhand” behaviour in getting one member to change his vote, voted in favour of the bill. Hence the bill was passed by 20 to 18, and with the Royal Assent [Queen Victoria] it was signed into law on 19 September 1893.

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Making A Difference

She knew something was incorrect.

She knew something was not right.

She was very observant.  That was her natural talent.

Defective Tire
Defective Tire

She had to be observant.  Some of the guys could be really nasty.  She might get run over, figuratively, the tires were big, but more importantly the company was big, and it paid the highest wages around — well, at least it appeared so on the surface.  With a closer inspection …

She was doing her job, and as she saw it, her duty.  And she worked hard at her job, was super dependable, and did a good job.  It was a hard job.  But, she figured, at least, it wasn’t picking cotton — she had done enough of that when she was young.  She had been working hard ever since she could remember.  Her production numbers were good, and her waste numbers were low.

She was thankful for that.  She loved her work.  She was proud of it. She was loyal.  She stayed, stood her ground, and made a difference… despite the pot shots sent her way.
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Sick and Tired of this Nonsense

She was “tired of giving in” — because she was sick and tired of this nonsense.

“People always say that I didn’t give up my seat because I was tired, but that isn’t true. I was not tired physically, or no more tired than I usually was at the end of a working day. I was not old, although some people have an image of me as being old then. I was forty-two. No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in.”

Enough.

“It didn’t make sense”

She was sick and tired of the nonsense of segregation.

“It didn’t make sense at all, being treated so unfairly”

The Montgomery Bus Boycott was on.  For they knew they had someone who could stick it through thick and thin.

The fox knows many things,
but the hedgehog knows one big thing.
–Archilochus

They could depend on her…

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Power Reveals

It was really an impossible task for anybody. Especially for Jack.

Except for him.

There he was in the small room — secret service keeping him there, he, not knowing what was happening.

Jack had essentially had cut him off from power for three years.

Powerless.  A Fox on a Leash.

The first Vice President, had described it as “the most insignificant office that ever the invention of man contrived or his imagination conceived.”

But then one of Kennedy’s aides, came to him in that small hospital room, and said with some solemnity — “Mr President..

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