And We Haven’t Piped Down Since
Today, August 18, 2010, marks ninety years since the 19th Amendment to the United States Constitution was ratified.
In case you are a little shy on your constitutional amendments, here is some of the actual text:
“The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex.”
That right. On August 19, 1920, women got the right to vote.
It took Tennessee’s legislature to pass the proposed amendment by one little vote for (the 36th state to ratify) to cause the 19th Amendment to become a part of the United States Constitution.
(I’m pleased to note that California was 18th and New Mexico was 32nd. Nice early adoption from my two home states.)
The 19th Amendment gave women a voice. An official voice.
This meant that a woman didn’t have to defer to a man to make her choices about how this country should be run.
My folks were married almost fifty years. My old man was an old fashioned guy. In their early years, he used to tell his wife how to vote. Many years later, my mom admitted to me that she’d go to the polls and vote the exact opposite way.
The 19th Amendment gave her that right!
Recently, over a family dinner, for no reason I could fathom, my eleven-year-old sister-in-law broke out and asked, “did you vote for Al Gore?”
I replied, “No, I didn’t vote for Al Gore. I also didn’t vote for George Bush. I think I voted for Ralph Nader that year. I believe it’s essential to cast a vote, even if it is a dissenting vote.”
I’m allowed to do that. You know why? The 19th Amendment to the Constitution!
Heck, I can cast my vote willy-nilly all over the place! And I don’t have to have a nilly ol’ willy to do so!
(This juncture is SO ripe for a “pull the lever” pun, but I’ll refrain.)
I’ve voted in every Presidential election since I turned eighteen and I’ve voted in most of the minor elections too.
This November, on behalf of my residency in the State of California and my Suffragette sisters from the past, I will cast a vote for some random person for Governor, because I sure as hell am not voting for either Jerry Brown or Meg Whitman.
But I’m gonna vote.
I’m making my voice heard for Susan B!
Watch me now, heh!
Comments
Anonymous
Karen,
Your father probably biased his instructions to your mother because he knew she was a Taurus. What mattered is that she felt better about it. The outcome of the vote be damned.
I like your method better. Just throw away your vote. It doesn't matter, anyway.
;-)
Regards,
EFM
Karen Fayeth
Interesting theory, Ephraim.
Anonymous
Understand that I never just voted opposite Dad just to be independent. Most of the time my opinion was different. And, of course, I often let him know how I voted (but not always). Fortunately, most of the time we agreed. Mom
Karen Fayeth
Whoops! Sorry to misrepresent ya, ma!
Maybe that was me that willfully counter voted my dad. It sounds like something I would do.
And the letting him know, but not always….that's just the keys to an almost 50 year marriage!! :)