Militants to Certain Other Women, by Katharine Rolston Fisher
You who pass coldly by when the police rush upon us,When they wrench away our banners,(Beautiful ...
You who pass coldly by when the police rush upon us,When they wrench away our banners,(Beautiful ...
I watched a river of women,Rippling purple, white and golden, Stream toward the National Capitol....
Evening at Occoquan. Rain pelts the workhouse roof.The prison matrons are sewing together for the...
Her life is a luminous banner borne ever ahead of her era, in lead of the forces of freedom,...
Prisoners are we,American citizens imprisonedFor daring in the name of DemocracyTo protest agains...