In a sea of pink, I’m the one in the purple pussy hat.
I was going to wear pink — I’ve knitted eight pink hats so far — but as I was looking through my yarn stash and I found this skein of lavender wool, I thought of my grandmother.
Lavender was my grandmother’s favorite color. She used to dress one of us four girls for Easter every year, and you can tell by the Easter morning photos which one of us was the lucky one because she was dressed, head to toe, in lavender, with black patent leather shoes and white gloves.
My grandmother was born in 1888, and when she came of age in 1909, she didn’t have the right to vote.
It occurred to me as I held that lavender yarn in my hand that I could reach back and touch a time when women couldn’t even vote.
I said something in a Facebook post and a young woman answered that women’s rights were long established and not going anywhere.
Something snapped. Here’s this young woman with no sense of history, and I felt as though I had to say something.
I told her that women couldn’t sit on a jury until 1961 — …read more
Source:: Letters From The Left