The Suffragette: The History of the Women's Militant Suffrage Movement, 1905-1910Pankhurst, E. Sylvia (Estelle Sylvia)
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The Suffragette: The History of the Women's Militant Suffrage Movement, 1905-1910
Pankhurst, E. Sylvia (Estelle Sylvia)
Women -- Suffrage -- Great Britain
because, all his life, he had been opposed to slavery in any form, and
declaring that "any of God's creatures who are denied a voice in the
Government of their country are more or less slaves," and that "men
have no right to assume that they are so superior to women, that they
alone have the right to govern."
All through the debate everyone was waiting for a declaration from the
Government. At last Mr. Herbert Gladstone, the Home Secretary, rose to
speak, but his words were vague and evasive, and whilst not absolutely
excluding the possibility of the Government's taking the matter up, he
certainly made no promise on their behalf.
At ten minutes to eleven Mr. Samuel Evans rose with the obvious
intention of talking the Resolution out and, as eleven o'clock, the
hour for closing the debate, drew nearer, whilst spinning out his
remarks by means of some very doubtful jokes, he kept turning round,
every now and then, to look at the clock. Our eyes were also eagerly
fixed upon the timepiece. Every moment one woman or another stretched
across and asked Mrs. Pankhurst whether the demonstration of protest
should begin, but her answer was always that there was "time yet," and
that we must wait.
At last someone looked round and saw that the police were already in
the gallery and we realised that we were to be taken away in order that
the Resolution might be "talked out" without our having an opportunity
to protest. Irene Miller could no longer be restrained. She called out
loudly, "Divide! Divide!" as they do in the House of Commons, and "We
refuse to have our Resolution talked out." Then we all followed suit,
and Theresa Billington thrust a little white flag bearing the words,
"Votes for Women" through the historic grille. It was a relief to thus
give vent to the feelings of indignation which we had been obliged to
stifle during the whole of the evening, and though we were dragged
roughly out of the gallery, it was with a feeling almost of triumph
that we cried shame upon the men who had wasted hours in useless talk
and pitiful and pointless jokes with which to insult our countrywomen.
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