OK, for our 50th post, I've decided to be lazy, even though I've already been lazy in not blogging for so long. SO . . . I'm giving you, my very special readers, a special link to my Bio Essay on Ida Tarbell, a very special lady.
OK, this website is REALLY long, I'll admit it. BUT if you don't know much about Ida Tarbell, go straight to the "Abridged Version" page. It's less than 500 words and in a non-creative format, but it's short and informative. It's much better than the Wikipedia page, that's for sure!
The site map is in order at the top of the page, from left to right. The "Speaking History" link is a spoof on "Talking History". I would like to thank my friend TR (aka the Best APUSH Buddy EVER) for helping me with that recording.
Oh, and one more thing: Whatever I said on the site for legal reasons that this isn't an attack on Monsanto corporation, I lied. They are horrible (worse than BP) and I wish I could shut them down. Never eat non-organic foods again. Just a warning. I mean well.
Here's the site:
http://www.laq997.com/MissMuckraker/Welcome.html
QtQ3: Alice Paul, etc.
There's two sides to every angel. And one of them has an iron jaw.
My Fans -- yay! I'm finally a "popular kid"
Our 50th Post!!!
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Mother Jones
OK, so I'm really busy with all my testing coming up and everything, so. . . when I had to do a creative, interactive assignment for AP History. . . I cheaped out. I picked a person in history I could blog about. Her name? Mother Jones.
My assignment was to pick a "reformer" and be them, interacting with other "reformers" of the time (AKA my class mates).
Hello, it is so nice to meet all of you . . . other than you damn industrialists, you scalawaging, child-labor-employing, social gospel-spouting, dogs.
My name is Mary Harris “Mother” Jones, and I am a reformer who “pray[s] for the dead and fight like hell for the living”. I was born in Cork City, Ireland, in 1837 to a tenant farmer, I went to Canada when I was 14, and then became a convent teacher (this was before my infamous sailor-swearing, you see).
When I got bored, I moved to Memphis and married my husband George, a labor leader, and opened a dress shop on the eve of the Civil War. Then, in a flash of yellow scourge, my husband and my 5 kids, not one over the age of 5, all died. I went to Chicago to open a business there, and lost my home in the Chicago Great Fire just four years later. As I once said, “I learned in the early part of my career that labor must bear the cross for others' sins, must be the vicarious sufferer for the wrongs that others do”.
I began picketing for labor groups, saying “I'm not a humanitarian, I'm a hell-raiser.” I became known as “the most dangerous woman in America” – little old me, not a murderer or an outlaw (though I did swear like one!).
I wasn’t a really big fan of female suffrage, because I knew “You don’t need the vote to raise hell!” I became known as a storyteller and speech giver, with some stunts for effect.
In 1901, silk mill child workers went on strike, demanding adult pay, and I joined the fight. In 1903, I organized kids to join the “Children’s Crusade”, a march to the President’s house, while we yelled, "We want to go to School and not the mines!". I was arrested twice in 1913, and being in the pokey *may * have influenced my language a wee bit.
I wrote my autobiography in 1925, and I died in 1930 at the age of 100. The magazine Mother Jones (OOC: BEST MAGAZINE EVER!!!) became a hit liberal underground magazine just a few years back. Oh, all right, I’ll admit I was only 93 when I died!!! #@$?!
My assignment was to pick a "reformer" and be them, interacting with other "reformers" of the time (AKA my class mates).
Hello, it is so nice to meet all of you . . . other than you damn industrialists, you scalawaging, child-labor-employing, social gospel-spouting, dogs.
My name is Mary Harris “Mother” Jones, and I am a reformer who “pray[s] for the dead and fight like hell for the living”. I was born in Cork City, Ireland, in 1837 to a tenant farmer, I went to Canada when I was 14, and then became a convent teacher (this was before my infamous sailor-swearing, you see).
When I got bored, I moved to Memphis and married my husband George, a labor leader, and opened a dress shop on the eve of the Civil War. Then, in a flash of yellow scourge, my husband and my 5 kids, not one over the age of 5, all died. I went to Chicago to open a business there, and lost my home in the Chicago Great Fire just four years later. As I once said, “I learned in the early part of my career that labor must bear the cross for others' sins, must be the vicarious sufferer for the wrongs that others do”.
I began picketing for labor groups, saying “I'm not a humanitarian, I'm a hell-raiser.” I became known as “the most dangerous woman in America” – little old me, not a murderer or an outlaw (though I did swear like one!).
I wasn’t a really big fan of female suffrage, because I knew “You don’t need the vote to raise hell!” I became known as a storyteller and speech giver, with some stunts for effect.
In 1901, silk mill child workers went on strike, demanding adult pay, and I joined the fight. In 1903, I organized kids to join the “Children’s Crusade”, a march to the President’s house, while we yelled, "We want to go to School and not the mines!". I was arrested twice in 1913, and being in the pokey *may * have influenced my language a wee bit.
I wrote my autobiography in 1925, and I died in 1930 at the age of 100. The magazine Mother Jones (OOC: BEST MAGAZINE EVER!!!) became a hit liberal underground magazine just a few years back. Oh, all right, I’ll admit I was only 93 when I died!!! #@$?!
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Alice Paul
As an apology for my hiatus, I'm going to give you all a very special treat. I'm finally going to write about the woman this whole blog is named after . Alice Paul. It's a little scary, but I had to do it sometime.
“I never doubted that equal rights was the right direction. Most reforms, most problems are complicated. But to me there is nothing complicated about ordinary equality.” – Alice Paul
Alice Paul was a suffragette who helped pass the 19th Amendment (allowing women to vote). She believed (much like me) that the Constitution did not just apply to Christian white dudes. (Though I doubt she ever used the word “dude”.) At the time (here’s a shocker) women weren’t allowed to vote. Twenty million women were expected to obey laws they couldn’t make. America was not a democracy, but a gerontocracy (if you don’t know the word, see meaning of “old white dude”). If the Constitution says, “We the People”, why were women not part of that? Were we people or chattel?
After earning her PhD, Paul first protested in violent British suffrage campaigns involving brutal tactics, then moved on to America after Britain conceded. She originally joined NAWSA (National American Woman Suffrage Association) with “General” Carrie Catt (read: totally un-fun martinet), and planned awesome parades and such, but moved on when they forbade her to use, shall we say. . . unladylike, forceful tactics. Paul and her sidekick formed the National Women’s Party (NWP) in 1916 (“The Woman's Party is made up of women of all races, creeds and nationalities who are united on the one program of working to raise the status of women.”) and used tactics such as hunger strikes (“Food simply isn't important to me.”) and picketing the White House. She even lived at the Party HQ! After World War One began, the picketers were arrested on trumped-up charges of OBSTRUCTING TRAFFIC in front of the White House (read: WTF?) They were jailed at the not-so-nice Occoquan Workhouse (read: woeful palace of despair and dreamkillings). She was force-fed raw eggs through plastic tubes (probably not BPH-free) and endured the Night of Terror alongside her friend Lucy (read: a night of terror).
Eventually, word on the street said the suffragettes weren’t being treated right, and (gasp!) made President Wilson look bad. With a one-vote margin (thanks, Tennessee!) the Nineteenth Amendment was passed, giving women the right to vote (what did you think it was going to do? Let cows become air traffic controllers?).
Alice Paul also authored the Equal Rights Amendment in 1923, but it didn’t make it into Senate (where it passed) into 1973, and wasn’t ratified by the states (Boooo!). However, the amendment is in many state constitutions (YEA!). Alice Paul grew old (the good don’t always die young) and died in 1977, at the age of 92. She is honored on both British and American postage stamps (hope her image is better than my passport picture).
For More Information:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_Paul
http://thinkexist.com/quotes/alice_paul/
Also, a move (Iron Jawed Angels, best movie EVER) was made about Paul by Katja Von Garnier. The entire video is available (in 12 ten-minute increments) on YouTube, and the first minute (my favorite) is at the link below.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96JifSnHhaY
And here’s the trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=StF3_Mj0tBg
“I never doubted that equal rights was the right direction. Most reforms, most problems are complicated. But to me there is nothing complicated about ordinary equality.” – Alice Paul
Alice Paul was a suffragette who helped pass the 19th Amendment (allowing women to vote). She believed (much like me) that the Constitution did not just apply to Christian white dudes. (Though I doubt she ever used the word “dude”.) At the time (here’s a shocker) women weren’t allowed to vote. Twenty million women were expected to obey laws they couldn’t make. America was not a democracy, but a gerontocracy (if you don’t know the word, see meaning of “old white dude”). If the Constitution says, “We the People”, why were women not part of that? Were we people or chattel?
After earning her PhD, Paul first protested in violent British suffrage campaigns involving brutal tactics, then moved on to America after Britain conceded. She originally joined NAWSA (National American Woman Suffrage Association) with “General” Carrie Catt (read: totally un-fun martinet), and planned awesome parades and such, but moved on when they forbade her to use, shall we say. . . unladylike, forceful tactics. Paul and her sidekick formed the National Women’s Party (NWP) in 1916 (“The Woman's Party is made up of women of all races, creeds and nationalities who are united on the one program of working to raise the status of women.”) and used tactics such as hunger strikes (“Food simply isn't important to me.”) and picketing the White House. She even lived at the Party HQ! After World War One began, the picketers were arrested on trumped-up charges of OBSTRUCTING TRAFFIC in front of the White House (read: WTF?) They were jailed at the not-so-nice Occoquan Workhouse (read: woeful palace of despair and dreamkillings). She was force-fed raw eggs through plastic tubes (probably not BPH-free) and endured the Night of Terror alongside her friend Lucy (read: a night of terror).
Eventually, word on the street said the suffragettes weren’t being treated right, and (gasp!) made President Wilson look bad. With a one-vote margin (thanks, Tennessee!) the Nineteenth Amendment was passed, giving women the right to vote (what did you think it was going to do? Let cows become air traffic controllers?).
Alice Paul also authored the Equal Rights Amendment in 1923, but it didn’t make it into Senate (where it passed) into 1973, and wasn’t ratified by the states (Boooo!). However, the amendment is in many state constitutions (YEA!). Alice Paul grew old (the good don’t always die young) and died in 1977, at the age of 92. She is honored on both British and American postage stamps (hope her image is better than my passport picture).
For More Information:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_Paul
http://thinkexist.com/quotes/alice_paul/
Also, a move (Iron Jawed Angels, best movie EVER) was made about Paul by Katja Von Garnier. The entire video is available (in 12 ten-minute increments) on YouTube, and the first minute (my favorite) is at the link below.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96JifSnHhaY
And here’s the trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=StF3_Mj0tBg
Zora Neale Hurston
“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” -- My favorite history quote, by Zora Neale Hurston
Zora Neale Hurston probably had the coolest monogrammed bags EVER. I mean, come on. Who else has the initials ZNH? Well, maybe Zelda Nadine Hailey. But Zelda is made up. Zora changes history! Zora also had a lot of great quotes, so I’ll keep my ramblings short today.
Zora was born in a large Alabaman family, where her father was a Baptist preacher and sharecropper, and her mother was a teacher. Zora and her family moved to Eatonville, Florida, the first all-black town in the United States, when she was three. Her father became mayor, and when her mother died he quickly married and sent Zora off to boarding school. Zora was eventually expelled because her parents’ wouldn’t pay tuition, so she worked as a maid to a theatrical company.
Zora got her second chance at education when she qualified for a free high school education, and the 26-year old claimed to be 16 (without the aid of Botox). In 1918, Zora went to college, and spent two years alongside Margaret Mead in grad school for anthropology. Zora was often noted as very conservative, and disapproved of FDR and President Truman later on.
Zora went to New York at the peak of the Harlem Renaissance, and her first piece was published in The New Negro when she was still in college. IN 1926, she joined Langston Hughes in a group called the Niggerati to produce a magazine, Fire, that became famous for featuring upstart writers.
In 1935, Zora wrote her most famous anthropological work, Mules and Men, documenting black folklore. In 1937, Zora was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship to study in Jamaica and Haiti, which allowed her to write Tell My Horse and Their Eyes Were Watching God. By the 1940s, Zora’s work was being published in the Saturday Evening Post, and wrote her last book, Seraph on the Suwanee, about white trash women in 1948.
Zora Neale Hurston suffered a stroke and died of hypertension, a heart disease, in 1960. She was stuck in an anonymous grave until 1973, when Alice Walker and Charlotte Hunt found what they thought was her grave and marked it as hers. Then, they made sure her works made a comeback. See, I kept it short! Under 400 words, to be exact.
Some of her quotes:
“Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.”
“Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.”’
“Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board”
“People can be slave-ships in shoes.”
“The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.”
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Zora Neale Hurston probably had the coolest monogrammed bags EVER. I mean, come on. Who else has the initials ZNH? Well, maybe Zelda Nadine Hailey. But Zelda is made up. Zora changes history! Zora also had a lot of great quotes, so I’ll keep my ramblings short today.
Zora was born in a large Alabaman family, where her father was a Baptist preacher and sharecropper, and her mother was a teacher. Zora and her family moved to Eatonville, Florida, the first all-black town in the United States, when she was three. Her father became mayor, and when her mother died he quickly married and sent Zora off to boarding school. Zora was eventually expelled because her parents’ wouldn’t pay tuition, so she worked as a maid to a theatrical company.
Zora got her second chance at education when she qualified for a free high school education, and the 26-year old claimed to be 16 (without the aid of Botox). In 1918, Zora went to college, and spent two years alongside Margaret Mead in grad school for anthropology. Zora was often noted as very conservative, and disapproved of FDR and President Truman later on.
Zora went to New York at the peak of the Harlem Renaissance, and her first piece was published in The New Negro when she was still in college. IN 1926, she joined Langston Hughes in a group called the Niggerati to produce a magazine, Fire, that became famous for featuring upstart writers.
In 1935, Zora wrote her most famous anthropological work, Mules and Men, documenting black folklore. In 1937, Zora was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship to study in Jamaica and Haiti, which allowed her to write Tell My Horse and Their Eyes Were Watching God. By the 1940s, Zora’s work was being published in the Saturday Evening Post, and wrote her last book, Seraph on the Suwanee, about white trash women in 1948.
Zora Neale Hurston suffered a stroke and died of hypertension, a heart disease, in 1960. She was stuck in an anonymous grave until 1973, when Alice Walker and Charlotte Hunt found what they thought was her grave and marked it as hers. Then, they made sure her works made a comeback. See, I kept it short! Under 400 words, to be exact.
Some of her quotes:
“Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.”
“Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.”’
“Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board”
“People can be slave-ships in shoes.”
“The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.”
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Angelina Grimke
The doctrine of blind obedience and unqualified submission to any human power, whether civil or ecclesiastical, is the doctrine of despotism. – Angelina Grimke
Angelina Grimke was not related to the Brothers Grimm and is not affiliated with Cinderella or Miss S. White, whether they are currently employed by Disney or Grimm.
Angelina Grimke was born in 1805 in always-beautiful Charleston, to an aristocratic slaveholder and politician. She was the youngest of her father’s 13 children, and was raised in a family imbued with antebellum values. Angelina “Nina” was very close to her older sister Sarah (the other famous Grimke). Nina was always self righteous and very assured of herself, naturally outspoken – everything a Southern little lady wasn’t supposed to be.
When she was going to be confirmed, she openly rejected to reciting the pledge. She became Presbyterian in 1826, but praying for abolition wasn’t enough for Nina, and in 1829 she gave a speech for abolition in her church. When her church refused to free their slaves, Nina and Sarah switched to being Quaker, and in 1829, Angelina became an activist, moving to Pennsylvania.
Nina got frustrated when nobody was doing anything about slavery, so she began reading The Emancipator and William Lloyd Garrison’s The Liberator. She became even more involved in activism once her betrothed (yes, they were actually betrothed this was so long ago) died.
In 1835, when mobs became violent over abolition, Grimke wrote a personal letter to Garrison, which he published in The Liberator. In 1836, Nina wrote An Appeal to the Christian Women of the South. Afterwards, she and Sarah went (as the only women) to the American Anti-Slavery Society’s annual meeting. There, she met Theodore Dwight Weld, an abolitionist and suffragist, and they married in 1838. Later, she became a suffragette.
Later on, Nina retired due to failing health, but opened up a boarding school, where they taught reformers’ children. They also taught the three black sons of their brother, and helped other family members attend college.
Angelina Grimke died in 1879, 14 years after slaves were emancipated and 41 years before women won the right to vote.
Angelina Grimke was not related to the Brothers Grimm and is not affiliated with Cinderella or Miss S. White, whether they are currently employed by Disney or Grimm.
Angelina Grimke was born in 1805 in always-beautiful Charleston, to an aristocratic slaveholder and politician. She was the youngest of her father’s 13 children, and was raised in a family imbued with antebellum values. Angelina “Nina” was very close to her older sister Sarah (the other famous Grimke). Nina was always self righteous and very assured of herself, naturally outspoken – everything a Southern little lady wasn’t supposed to be.
When she was going to be confirmed, she openly rejected to reciting the pledge. She became Presbyterian in 1826, but praying for abolition wasn’t enough for Nina, and in 1829 she gave a speech for abolition in her church. When her church refused to free their slaves, Nina and Sarah switched to being Quaker, and in 1829, Angelina became an activist, moving to Pennsylvania.
Nina got frustrated when nobody was doing anything about slavery, so she began reading The Emancipator and William Lloyd Garrison’s The Liberator. She became even more involved in activism once her betrothed (yes, they were actually betrothed this was so long ago) died.
In 1835, when mobs became violent over abolition, Grimke wrote a personal letter to Garrison, which he published in The Liberator. In 1836, Nina wrote An Appeal to the Christian Women of the South. Afterwards, she and Sarah went (as the only women) to the American Anti-Slavery Society’s annual meeting. There, she met Theodore Dwight Weld, an abolitionist and suffragist, and they married in 1838. Later, she became a suffragette.
Later on, Nina retired due to failing health, but opened up a boarding school, where they taught reformers’ children. They also taught the three black sons of their brother, and helped other family members attend college.
Angelina Grimke died in 1879, 14 years after slaves were emancipated and 41 years before women won the right to vote.
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