The Story of the Woman's PartyGillmore, Inez Haynes
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The Story of the Woman's Party
Gillmore, Inez Haynes
National Woman's Party; Paul, Alice, 1885-1977; Women -- Suffrage -- United States
Wednesday, 12 M. Yesterday afternoon at about four or five, Mrs.
Lewis and I were asked to go to the operating room. Went there and
found our clothes. Told we were to go to Washington. No reason, as
usual. When we were dressed Dr. Gannon appeared, said he wished to
examine us. Both refused. Were dragged through halls by force, our
clothing partly removed by force, and we were examined, heart
tested, blood pressure and pulse taken. Of course such data was of
no value after such a struggle. Dr. Gannon told me that I must be
fed. Was stretched on bed, two doctors, matron, four colored
prisoners present, Whittaker in hall. I was held down by five people
at legs, arms, and head. I refused to open mouth, Gannon pushed the
tube up left nostril. I turned and twisted my head all I could, but
he managed to push it up. It hurts nose and throat very much and
makes nose bleed freely. Tube drawn out covered with blood.
Operation leaves one very sick. Food dumped directly into stomach
feels like a ball of lead. Left nostril, throat, and muscles of neck
very sore all night. After this I was brought into the hospital in
an ambulance. Mrs. Lewis and I placed in same room. Slept hardly at
all.
This morning Dr. Ladd appeared with his tube. Mrs. Lewis and I said
we would not be forcibly fed. Said he would call in men guards and
force us to submit. Went away and we not fed at all this morning. We
hear them outside now cracking eggs.
We resume Paula Jakobi’s account:
We were summoned two days later to appear at Alexandria jail next
day, Friday of that week—that would make nine days spent in the
Workhouse.
A writ of habeas corpus had been issued for our unjust imprisonment
at Occoquan when we had been sentenced to Washington jail. This day
I fainted. It was now seven and a half days since I had started
hunger-striking. Three young doctors came in to have a look at the
hunger-strikers. They did not take our pulse; they just gazed and
departed. Later in the day, I was told that I could not go to court
next day if I did not eat, as they would not take the responsibility
for my trip. They prepared to forcibly feed me. I concluded to eat
voluntarily, since I had to break my fast, so that evening I had a
baked potato and a baked apple. Next morning I ate no breakfast, but
was threatened with forcible feeding at noon if I did not eat, so I
ate again.
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