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Charlotte Wood. Two women awaken from a drugged sleep to find themselves imprisoned in a broken-down property in the middle of nowhere.


Strangers to each other, they have no idea where they are or how they came to be there with eight other girls, forced to wear strange uniforms, their heads shaved, guarded by two inept yet vicious armed jailers and a 'nurse'. The girls all have something in common, but what is it? They've come home to suburban Cincinnati to get their mother to stop feeding their father steak as he recovers from heart surgery, to tidy up the crumbling Tudor-style family home, and to wrench their three sisters from their various states of arrested development.

Once they are under the same roof, old patterns return fast. Soon enough they are being berated for their single status, their only respite the early morning runs they escape on together. For two successful women in their late thirties, it really is too much to bear. One spring morning a woman is found dead in a Brunswick alley adorned with symbols of the occult.

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Armed with her sharp wit, a crime scene background and a barman named Boris, Catherine walks into a world of new age prophecies, curses and money. Honestly, it would drive a girl to drink. The Invention Of Wings. From the celebrated author of the international bestseller The Secret Life of Bees comes an extraordinary novel about two exceptional women. Sarah Grimke is the middle daughter. The one her mother calls difficult and her father calls remarkable. On Sarah's eleventh birthday, Hetty 'Handful' Grimke is taken from the slave quarters she shares with her mother, wrapped in lavender ribbons, and presented to Sarah as a gift.

Sarah knows what she does next will unleash a world of trouble. She also knows that she cannot accept. And so, indeed, the trouble begins The Dressmaker. Tilly Dunnage has come home to care for her mad old mother. She left the small Victorian town of Dungatar years before, and became an accomplished couturier in Paris.

Now she earns her living making exquisite frocks for the people who drove her away when she was ten. Through the long Dungatar nights, she sits at her sewing machine, planning revenge. The Dressmaker is a modern Australian classic, much loved for its bittersweet humour.

Set in the s, its subjects include haute couture, love and hate, and a cast of engagingly eccentric characters. It is now a major motion picture, starring Kate Winslet and fine Australian actors including Judy Davis, Hugo Weaving, Liam Hemsworth and extras from the author's hometown of Jerilderie. Life for Harry means swimming in Pearce Swamp, eating chunks of watermelon with his brother and his dad, surviving schoolyard battles, and racing through butterflies in Cowpers Paddock. In his town there's Linda, who brings him the sweetest-ever orange cake, and Johnny, whose lightning fists draw blood in a blur, and there's a mystery that Harry needs to solve before he can find a way out When Marie Laure goes blind, aged six, her father builds her a model of their Paris neighborhood, so she can memorize it with her fingers and then navigate the real streets.

But when the Germans occupy Paris, father and daughter flee to Saint-Malo on the Brittany coast, where Marie-Laure's agoraphobic great uncle lives in a tall, narrow house by the sea wall. In another world in Germany, an orphan boy, Werner, is enchanted by a crude radio. He becomes a master at building and fixing radios, a talent ultimately makes him a highly specialized tracker of the Resistance. Werner travels through the heart of Hitler Youth to the far-flung outskirts of Russia, and finally into Saint-Malo, where his path converges with Marie-Laure. Deftly interweaving the lives of Marie-Laure and Werner, Doerr illuminates the ways, against all odds, people try to be good to one another.

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The bodies they want disposed of become his problem - for a fee. Then one night a man arrives on his doorstep, clutching a small bundle that he wants 'lost'. And Hades makes a decision that will change everything Jazz Comes to Fight Back was an at- tempt to bring a monthly jazz program back into the Harlem community. A number of us from all around the city came together to try to educate people through forums and outreach and to just bring people together.

The police killings had been going on for many years and so we saw that there was a need to address that. That while people would become upset whenever a killing took place — Randy Evans, Clifford Glover — and would come out and dem- onstrate their anger, it was something that died down after awhile. We thought that there was a need to educate people to the fact that these police killings were not accidents. It is a direct attack on our lives and they kill us in many ways but the sharp- est form of our destruction is the bullet.

We thought that it was necessary for us to continue demonstrations against these killings but at the same time move it to a higher level of understanding because we wanted to make people understand that we are at war and that we have to prepare for that war and that the only way that we can change the quality of our lives is through revolution. What was the New York 8 charged with and were any of you convicted? Collette Pean-Let me start with the ar- rests.

What that meant was that in my house on Bedford Street in Brooklyn they knocked the door down. The situation was repeated in Queens at Viola Plumers's house, down the street from me on Midwood, at Robert Taylor's house, at Coltrane Chimurenga's house — six houses in all were broken into and I mean literally the doors were battered down. SWAT ran in with their shotguns, bazookas. They blocked off an entire block on Midwood. Several of the houses had small children in them — it was at night. They had their guns pointed at the children, a baby one year old had a gun at its head. At ray house we had a 1 5 year old — my roommate's daughter; they terrorized her, came close to arrest- ing her, handcuffed her, threw her against the wall and down on the floor.

They held her there while they proceeded to take the two adults, in handcuffs under arrest, out of the house. The entire operation is what they call a pre-emptive strike. Their ra- tionale is that they're going to move on us to prevent bloodshed before we com- mit a crime. This comes from a military strategy that they have developed in Cen- tral America and that Israel uses against the Palestinians. You blow them away before they do anything and you don't have any problems. The next step in our case that I think is important for folks to realize is that we were held under preventive detention.

A few days before our arrest a new law was passed that says that a suspect can be arrested and held without bail pend- ing trial if the government alleges and can prove that they are dangerous to the community, and that there is a risk of flight. It was targeted very much at the overall community — not just the eight of us who were arrested, not even to the other over 20 people who were subpoe- naed for the grand jury and requested to testify, eight of them ending up going to jail.

As they knew they would — they knew they wouldn't testify; they were in jail even longer than the defendants for re- fusing to testify before the grand jury. It was targeted precisely at our communi- ties to terrorize them. People woke up at at night — the doors were being busted down down the hallway. They heard voices saying, "Keep your head in the door else you'll get it blown off. No one gets arrested by agents of the Joint Terrorist Task Force in such a manner, certainly not just any criminals. To get back to what we were charged with; we were charged under the RICO Act, which is racketeer influencing cor- rupt organizations.

They said all of our families, friends and principal political affiliates, which is what the grand jury resisters were, were also members of the enterprise. So the resisters were not in- dicted just yet but they knew the resisters were all members according to them. They said that this criminal enterprise's purpose was to rob armored cars and break people out of prison.

They said we were the successors to Brinks. Brinks was an expropriation attempt by a group of people who had worked in various polit- ical movements and felt that money that was being stolen daily from the people in this country needed to come back to the people and so they were going to go get it. It did not work. I guess part of the reason that we were targeted is that we fought back against the grand jury — the witch hunt that went on in the black community after that [the Brinks case] happened.

The FBI was all over the community — breaking down doors, subpoening right, left and center; it wanted to paint all political demands as part of a terrorist conspiracy. We very much fought against that as being a terrorist act. So they use our political sympathy for the question of the black people's right to struggle by any means necessary and our open support for armed self defense as one of the reasons why they targeted us.

It had been two years of intense sur- veillance culminating in video cameras in the hallways of two houses, there were video cameras installed across the street, there were still cameras all over the city. In this building they took pictures of peo- ple coming in and out of the building at all times — all the people even if they had no relationship to us. They would follow people who were just walking down the street, people would pass us on the street and they would follow them. Other times people would come out of a building after us and they would say "Aha!

They spent an unbelievable amount of manpower on the case because they had agents following us, up to a hundred a day, and towards the end of the investi- gation, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. They had three bugs in my apartment; they put one it the kitchen and living room and they said "Aha, they aren't saying anything; obviously they have high security, let's put a bug in the bedroom. The amount of money, resources, and manpower expended is unbelievable; they never saw us committing what is called an overt crime. One of the agents who testified said that that might be true, he never saw Coltrane Chimurenga, who he followed all over the city, commit a crime.

But he knew he was justified in continuing his surveillance because he believed Mr. Chimurenga was planning a crime since he could see it in his eyes. She was two months late on her rent. Coltrane Chimurenga is the one they admit to having started the first dossier on. That was back in '68 when he sub- scribed to the Black Panther newspaper. So much for the free press and the right of free speech. Another agent said he knew he was on the right track with his criminal investigation because he saw us handing out a political newspaper, and he knew he was on the right track be- cause the newspaper had the red, black and green color of the black liberation flag on it.

Since he was investigating the black liberation movement, he knew he was on target. Which again speaks to what the real purpose of the Joint Terror- ist Task Force is, a political police squad that blends the FBI and all the little local police units into one national secret po- lice that goes around and, from the most mundane transit cop all the way through to the FBI special agents, [becomes] one national apparatus designed to keep track of all activists, in our case black activists.

Our defense strategy was to lay out very clearly that this is a government conspiracy going on here, attempting to criminalize our movement. We don't deny that we had guns, we think that people need to have guns for self defense. Cer- tainly they don't have any problem with the Klan having guns or the Aryan Na- tion or the Order or any of the right-wing groups; they only have problems with black people having guns and people having a right to armed self-defense. The government brought their case, which they thought was airtight, to trial.

We were able through our strategy to win. Because people came to court consistently, the community was very, very powerful in terms of their support of us. We beat the government's conspiracy case and exposed their attack on the black liberation movement. We were ac- quitted of all the major conspiracy charges. We contested everything the gov- ernment said we had done; we proved that we were not criminals.

Collette Pean-We see that fascism is on the rise, the organized move to legally use terror as the means of control now. How are they going to take care of no more jobs? They are going to say women don't need to work anymore. Women should go home and have babies — that's what women are really about. You have the whole cam- paign culturally that women have no right to work. Very subtle — women really want to have babies, and they ignore that women work not because they don't want to have babies but because they are human beings and have a right to work.

So I think the goverment thought of us as being so dangerous because we con- sistently put out there that people have the right to struggle by any means neces- sary. I think that it's not just a race problem — it's that people in this country are oppressed by capitalism and need to find each other as allies to fight against that.

What's happening is that in many different areas people are being at- tacked and they need to fight back. Peo- ple that have one issue or two issues in which they can see the government's re- pression need to organize to push back the tide now. We say, build a popular front against fascism. We're not saying everybody has to agree with everything but we have to be able to dissent and to raise our demo- cratic rights and to struggle together for what we want to see. First of all we have to beat back this tide of oppression that is increasing legally — our case being an example of the legal apparatus being put to work to jail activists, stop political activity.

Militarily the next step is to straight up and kill people as they do at random now through the police. The CIA has trained death squads around the world. We already know they know how to do that and should not be surprised when that happens — that's the mood of the country. People need to come away from read- ing this article with a clearer understand- ing of how they're under attack. I hope our case gives them some insight into what's happening around the country that directly affects their lives and into how they need to take that up where they're sitting because it's an issue that's crucial to their lives.

This year was slightly different, how- ever. Two Ann Arbor feminists, both 21 and both University of Michigan stu- dents, were arrested on March 7th for allegedly defacing the billboard. Police arrested them on a felony charge and put them in jail overnight. The next day the prosecutor reduced the charge to a misdemeanor. The billboard is an advertisement for Black Velvet brand Canadian whiskey, which bills itself as the "smooth Canadi- an.

Mary Emanoil and Jennifer Akfirat, who have been accused of the crime, have entered a plea of not guilty and will go on trial May 23rd in 1 5th District Court. Both women have been active in the Ann Arbor feminist community, both working on the annual Take Back the Night March, and participating in a Jan- uary sit-in at the University of Michigan protesting the university's stance on sex- ual assault.

Mary has been a volunteer at local battered women's shelters, and Jennifer is the daughter of prominent local woman Jane Myers, who is a columnist for the Ann Arbor News. Jennifer and Mary have received the full support of local feminists who imme- diately mobilized around the issue. She lives in Ann Arbor, Ml. Phones began ringing at 7 a.

Women Rebeling in a Sexist Environ- ment , organized an informational picket and vigil at the billboard. Their three goals include: get- ting rid of the billboard through legal means; supporting Mary and Jennifer; and educating the community to draw the link between sexist advertising and violence against women and children. Those wishing to see the billboard re- moved have emphasized connections be- tween degrading advertisements and violence. In relation to the slogan "Feel the Velvet", local feminist Susan McGee said: "Our question is: what exactly are we being asked to feel?

We object to, and will not tolerate, the use of women's bodies to sell products. And it's easier to abuse objects than it is to abuse people. Smith, M. W, who coun- sels children who have been sexually abused. An atmosphere is created where it's okay to see children in a sexual way. And that's intolerable. Ads that use women are just rubbing salt in our wounds — they intensify feelings of vic- timization. The billboard has got to go. We can't have it in our community. But if not, it's going to be spraypainted until they get the idea. I view destroying property that celebrates that abuse as a creative act of self-defense.

Central Advertising who owns the bill- board repaired it after the March 7th incident. Advertising man Bill Free, who created the ad, was asked what he would say to protestors. He re- sponded, "I try not to talk to the feminists, being a chauvinist myself. Heublein spokesper- son Sandy Beckwith claims she researched the ad campaign from a feminist stand- point and found nothing wrong with it. She insists the ad is not seductive, but admits that it's designed to appeal to men. Maybe I'll get her into bed. You didn't. I'm going to go out and get. I hope I score tonight. I can wear down her resistance, I'll score.

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I'd like to. Maybe I'll get into her pants. You didn't have to work very hard to get her into bed. I'm going to go out and get a piece o ass tonight. If I can wear down her resistance, I'll score. This decline is no- table in that Canadian whiskey is one of only three categories of liquor that are gaining in popularity in an otherwise slumping industry. I'm delighted by it. Our name means solidarity in Viet- namese, and it was chosen from the title of a poem by Meridel LeSeur written during the Vietnam War.

In our collective visited Nicaragua as part of a cultural- solidarity brigade to let the people there know that not every- one in this country agrees with Reagan's interventionist policies. We worked with the Sandinista Association of Cultural Workers and performed in schools, hospitals, day care centers and for the militia, and we also taught at the National School of Dance. With the collaboration of Kristin Reed, we gave a slide show on Nicaragua and performed four dance- theater pieces, followed by a discussion period. It portrays the agricultural activities of the indige- nous Miskito indians.

In this celebratory dance of fertility and abundance, we recreate the rush of the wind and clouds and the blossoming of the crops. It is said that the Miskitos drama- tized these elements as they worked the earth. During our discussions with students, a common question con- cerned the "atrocities" that the Sandinistas had allegedly com- mitted against the Miskitos. The Reagan administration had accused the Sandinistas of trying to impose their language and culture on the Miskitos and of forcing them off their lands. In fact, the Miskitos, together with five other ethnic groups on the Atlantic Coast, have a history and culture different from other regions in Nicaragua.

For centuries they have been kept in com- plete isolation. It was the idea of the Sandinistas to change this, but problems inevitably resulted from their cultural differences. The contras and the Reagan administration took advantage of this to make a series of false accusations. The Sandinistas them- selves had admitted making mistakes, but the facts are very different from what is reported in the news.

As the music, "Managua, Nicaragua, What a Wonderful Town," plays in the background, the women sit on a beach and chat. The sun goes on and on and on I could be here all day soaking up these beautiful, tropical Latin rays Yiyi: Ummm Hillary: This is definitely the place to take our vacations. Well, with swimming pool, maid service, and color TV, it's just Yiyi: Well. I prefer Europe. Uummmm, those cool and ro- mantic nights of Greece, the boat rides at Crete, the Pelopon- nesus, and those long, tall, thrusting temples of Delphi and Knossos, that's a whole different world.

Hillary: So, what brings you here? Yiyi: Oh, the devaluation of the peso of course! Hillary: Yes, isn't it wonderful that everything is so cheap here! Why, the other night I bought a steak dinner for only three dollars, including the ten cent tip for the waiter. And don't you just love those hand-embroidered blouses? It must take them hours to make one of those, and we can always buy them for only two dollars! Of course, I always try to bargain with those Indian women to get the cheapest price possible Hillary: [Getting nervous] Ooooohhhh FINE, off on one of his business trips taking care of our supermar- kets in Brazil.

Yiyi: [Cynical] In one of those emergency meetings? Hillary: [Losing control] That's right Yiyi: [Nervous] Well Yiyi: Well, of course there's the war. It's so boring how it preoccupies all the cocktail party conversations. Hillary: [Angry at her] But, don't you think that you should take it more seriously? Yiyi: It's just those ignorant Indians giving us a few problems; and besides. I told you. Yiyi: So, how are things going in Brazil?

Hillary: OOOOhhhh things are just Of course prices are a little bit Yiyi: But I heard that people are invading supermarkets with sticks, rocks and anything, to get food! I don't know what's happening to people's morals these days Hillary: The smell of the amapolla in Puerto Rico! Yiyi: Those handsome waiters in Santo Domingo Hillary: And the cha-cha-cha music in the background in Cuba Both: Too bad that country had to fall into the wrong hands!

Hillary: Yes, Why I mean, where will we buy our croissants? Yiyi: Or take our vacations? The idea was to discuss not only the realities in Latin American countries, but also to examine the situation in our own country and the role economics plays in the relation- ship between the two. As one teacher at Hunter College noted, "It is not so mysterious that this country is so rich and the other countries are so poor — one of the reasons why this country is so rich is because other countries are so poor.

Miskito Laivana pening in this country. If you did that, it would be propaganda, and propaganda is not art. It took a long time for me to see that this was manipulation. Why are people making ; ; art anyway? Having visited Nicaragua and ernment is doing there. My art has changed a lot. I've learned that studio work is only one side of my artistic experience and that the other side is to get out of the studio, to collaborate, to use different media, to work with different people in the community.

Or ours, mine and theirs together" Elain Christensen In large measure, my photographs have been about the struggle to speak out in a voice that will be recognized, literally and figuratively. I am interested in photo- graphing small communities. Within them, there seems to be collective as well as individual empowerment that bonds its members together, draws in new ones, and serves as an example to a larger, outside group of people.

On Martha's Vineyard there is a unique community called Jabberwocky, that has convened every summer for 35 years. Originally started for children with cere- bral palsy, it evolved to encompass a diverse group of the physically and men- tally "challenged," as well as people who wanted to work with them.

In my time there, I have come to see that their strug- gle is like my own: To come to terms with my own inner woundedness. I found a community that would accept me be- cause its members had learned to accept themselves. When my preconceptions and my "awe" of them faded, I could experience intimately the communal na- ture of the group, a nature characterized by an interdependence that promotes independence. And I began to be able to translate my understanding into visual terms. To order a calendar or get on the mailing list for the calendar, drop a note to: Elain Christensen Washington St.

Hoboken, N. SLIGH works from a broad range of experiences; life in NY and work on Wall Street sent her back to her rural South- ern roots for images that are increasingly politicized. She is strong-willed but tender. Her charm radiates a warmth that could embrace the whole world. She is wearing a dusty-rose silk kimono and pearl gray leather slippers. The kimono was a gift from the Kyoto Peace Society. Sleep is an inter- ruption. I manage four hours sleep a night, and play tricks with the clock to fit thirty-six hours into each day.

Except once when my friends insisted: "Lillian Wald, we are taking you " to Italy for a nap. Five AM — Answer Mr. How did I get myself into this one? I know the delegation has infinite faith in my powers of persuasion — but really, Lillian. All the ladies of the Henry Street Settlement House are sound "' asleep. No one even stirred as I tiptoed through each room. I wanted to hear a whisper, "Lillian, what's wrong? Schiff's letter "Caution. Caution, my dear Lillian. The country has turned towards war.

I'm glad she didn't wake. The first warm spring night Docky and I - move cots out onto the back upstairs porch overlooking Bunker Hill. That's the children's name for America's first playground. We sleep outside every night until mid-October. Like firemen. Tante Helene is the one person I can count on to be up early. We been presented at the Interart Theatre, Theater for the New.

Tante Helene helped us create Bunker Hill. She bought the house behind so we could openly combine backyards. She is what we call here a member of the laity. Not a nurse, but an honorary member of the sisterhood. Before Bunk- er Hill the children's only play spaces were the streets — dan- gerous, littered, foul-smelling streets. The first years our play- ground was thronged with lines waiting to get in. A schedule was designed. Baby hammocks and young mothers in the mornings; swings or scups as the children call them in the after- noons; and evening parties under Japanese lanterns for adults.

A young neighborhood man said as he wove the lucious old wisteria vine onto the trellis, "Miss Wald, this must be like the scenes of country life in English novels. Docky and I had words last night. I can still not go to Wash- ington. Schiff is right to question how my principles will ef- fect the future of the Henry Street Settlement House. The moment my meeting with President Wilson hits tomorrow morning's front page, the phone will ring.

The door knocker will pound. Irate sponsors will hurl their accusations: "Unpatriotic, Miss Wald! In good conscience we must withdraw our support from the Settlement! Stay out of politics and keep to nursing. War is good for the economy. I feel it in every fiber of my body, down to my very toes. I am a nurse! Pledged to save lives. Why can't people see the connection between war and poverty. We want to pro- vide each child under the age of five with a medical exam and nursing care. As a right. My favorite word in the English language. President Wilson, use your imagination.

Cold, charming, imperious Woodrow Wilson. But I give you my promise to keep us out of war. All I ask for is military pre- paredness. My mind is still to let. The munition mak- ers and all the politicians in their pockets, or the thousands of citizens who beseech you to lead the world away from war. He Kept Us Out of War. Your friend Jane Addams hopped on our bandwagon. He's leaning hard on Congress for the National Defense Act, giving the military carte blanche. Lost week the Act possed With the flick of a pen, military training in our schools.

His mother, tenement flatj thought why. She told me the school olhaals ear classroom since first grade because of h. Louis was ecstatic. Louis Ritkin tirsr se. President, with War. Why not a Department ot Peace, well-paid full-time employees. No Too emotional. Collect signatures. Testimony col- Here President Wilson. JT dsofwomen marched Preparedness! Peace wrttou vidory A st mg P more war to end all wars.

Schff says sucn c p today would be considered a seditious acL Treason. He is right. The county has swung towards war. I had asked what she throuqh them. I apolog za ne Lavinia Dock. Scholar, pian. So we can sa th ''And where is your guarantee that most women won't vote along with their husbands? At your age. You will lead another hunger strike. They will brutally force feed you. Ram a tube down your nose. A votes-for-women banner emblazoned across her jacket and pinned to her straw hat.

Lillian, the police arrested every voting suffragist and threw them into jail, except me! This is the House of Perpetual Doors Slam- ming. Captain Handy came by, repentant, hat in hand. I couldn't arrest the little doc. I just couldn't do it. She nursed my son back to health herself. I had to carry her kicking from the paddy wagon steps. She is so valuable — alive. Can I ever put my life on the line when my existence is so connected to the life of the community? Docky says I've defied death from my first day down here — exposed to disease, riots, exhaustion —.

I guess I am risking my life right now if I go to Washington — risk losing my home, my sustenance — this center that has brought light into so many lives — especially my own. Lavinia Dock, you have been my mainstay for over twenty years. How we propel each other on against the greatest odds — fire each other's will to continue in spite of our disagreements.

Jane Addams, you would advise me to go to Washington. Wouldn't you. Miss Addams and I were up all night on her return from Eu- rope's front. Count on her for surprises. I love surprises. Tolstoy told me when I met him many, many years ago, 'Miss Addams, you must bake bread. All women must bake bread. We stole down to the kitchen in the wee hours and talked and kneaded and rolled out the dough.

We hardly noticed the two hours it took to rise. As we buttered the first warm bite, Jane announced, "Lillian, Tolstoy was wrong. All women do not have to bake bread. Before Europe burst into flames! So much optimism — peace and Uto- pian societies, the progressive movement Henry Street helped to build.

We genuinely believed the moral forces of people had reached beyond war. Now newspapers are saturated with pictures from all across Europe. Women and children stand in doorways, at train sta- tions, with white handkerchiefs, waving their men off to be slaugh- tered. Nurses smile next to their field ambulances.

Sew them up and send them back for more. It's up to women to remove the glamor from war. At least the President HAS agreed to this afternoon's meeting with the press present. But tonight the President a nd his family have tickets for the circus! We do have four solid hours. Will he betray us and turn it into a press conference for preparedness? He's given us the entire afternoon.

It WILL be more productive than a dinner. The impossible. Tante Helene said, "Lillian Wald, you have never been stopped by the impossible. Think of when you first plunged into this noisy bustling immigrant neighborhood. A million and a half human beings crammed into overflowing, dilapidated, unheated tenements in a twenty block radius the size of a small Kansas farm. I remem- ber thinking, if only the people in power knew what it is like here, ;such horrors would cease to exist! Twenty-three years since my baptism by fire.

I saw a small timid face peer around the classroom door "while I taught a home nursing course. I beckoned the frightened. My mother, i Baby Blood. Come, please. My mother, here. You come. I thought, asphalt, asphalt, why no asphalt — its use was well-established uptown—. Down Hester and Division we went, to the end of Ludlow.

Across a foul courtyard, we groped our way up a pitch dark rickety stairwell. The sudden shock of a tiny hand on the railing came too late — I tripped over a child and we tumbled to the landing. I never overcame the fear of trampling a child in the hallways. I hoped for a sound to warn - me where to tread. How long we fought for landlords to light - hallways. I recog- - nized the woman. She had enrolled in my course, hoping to qualify for nurse's training. Like most of her classmates, she did not speak English and had no access to the most rudimentary sources of sanitation.

The depression of ' Her husband could v not find work. He spoke no English and had been unable to - enlist help. They were a family of seven living in two cramped rooms, - plus boarders. Planks of timber lined the floors, rented out for a few pennies a night. I had never seen such a sight as. There wasn't anything else to do. I rolled up my sleeves and sent the older children down to the courtyard pump to relay buckets of water.

First the newborn baby was washed and clothed " warmly. Then I cleaned the woman, ministered to the other chil- dren, scrubbed the floor, made the bed with the fresh linens I '. I could hardly extricate myself from their embraces. I walked and walked. Here was how a nurse could work independent of 'he medical establishment. I was earning my M. No, we wanted our own M. As their handmaidens. I am not anyone's handmaiden. One doctor even had the nerve to chide, "Nurse Wald, you have encouraged this patient to laugh before I ordered you to do so.

I would not have to bear the years of dissecting frogs and leaning over microscopes that lay between me and my medical degree. Right here, the voices in this teeming neighborhood desperately cried out for our direct and immediate nursing skills. I could not defend myself as part of a society that looks the other way — that per- mits such conditions to dominate. I called on the sponsor of the home nursing course, Mrs. Betty Loeb, at her 38th Street brownstone. Her son-in-law, Mr. Jacob Schiff, was present. I tried to touch their hearts, flood them with my earnest appeal.

The little girl in advanced stages of TB, moistening cigarette papers with her lips? The man on the curb, standing by his family's possessions thrown to the street, an eviction notice tacked to his door — children scarred by rat bites. The pride— the struggle for dignity — the mean deceit played on these new arrivals to Amer- ica with their visions of open farmland, green fields, and factory employment. Jacob Schiff and Betty Loeb agreed to pay Lillian Wald and Mary Brewster one hundred and twenty dollars a month to cover nursing supplies and living expenses in a fifth floor walk-up.

Our only requirement, the convenience of a bathroom. Rumor was there were only two south of Houston Street. Those who could not afford to pay were able to accept our services as a neighborly act. At first the neighborhood boys mistook us for missionaries. We were bombarded with decaying vegetables. But soon we had the culprits organized into the Nurse's Settlement soccer club. From then on we were known as the Henry Street Settlement House.

Schiff, my friend of friends, taught me how to raise money. Re- member their birthdays and anniversaries. Built in the 's when lower Manhattan was fashionable. Our reputation spread quickly. We can do the same with Europe. We can try. I will remind the President how we set up peace talks between the U. In spite of the militarists jumping up and down for us to invade Mexico. In spite of paying Nicaragua three million dol- lars for a naval base from which to attack Mexico.

In spite of General Pershing and his troops crossing Mexico's border on the pretext of chasing bandits. How can we make the people in Washington care how war and hatred and prejudice go hand in hand? I suggested a dinner party at the house following the meeting. But the formal, meticulous Dr. Du Bois said, "Impossible, Miss Wald. If reporters found out the two races sat down to dinner the papers would attack us all for promoting miscegenation.

Du Bois. And the Neighborhood Playhouse. The most exciting, innovative theatre in the city bring- ing culture and beauty to the long denied. Yes, Mr. Schiff, your predictions were right. I now spend half my time raising money. You know I want Henry Street to serve as a model for what the federal government could do for its citizens. But the campfires of war burn in President Wilson's eyes. Peace and negotiation come to be unpatriotic. Schiff, you have supported me from the very beginning. Will you con- tinue to support me if I do go to Washington today?

The train won't wait. Schiff, this is a moment in history that may not come again 34 dred members of the conference cannot sit down — our house is too small. Everyone will have to stand for a buffet supper. Du Bois was very pleased. The lesson I learned on a house call to a Negro youngster, Bill Lattimore. A little neighbor friend pointed to me and whis- pered, "Bill, is she your grandma? I lifted up that little brown boy with such ahug. At what age does the vision harden for white children — hardened, so hardened Congress can't even get an anti-lyncn law passed.

Why am I not dressed by now? I'm terrified to go. Terrified not to go. I have never missed a train. Will this be another Lillian D. Wald first? I'll take the streetcar. It will be quicker. I enjoy public transportation. I fought for it and I'll use it. The idea. No indeed. Not that kind of extravagance as long as I can hop on and off a streetcar. Pulls her hand away.

I know what you would say. Don't fool yourself. All you can do is make your best case to Wilson. Courage is as infectious as fear. The big restless, restful ocean is would approve of — " [Another letter] "I would very much like to meet you on a desert island or a farm where the people cease from coming and the weary are at rest — will the day ever come?

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Or are those long, lazy drives, the quiet and yellow trees, only a lost dream? And yet you love me — the plant on my table tells me so. The new coffee tray tells me so. I can feel your arms around me as you say I really must go. For your own good. Jane Addams and Mary Rozet Smith have shared their lives for over twenty years.

Jane Addams and Mary Rozet Smith share a vision. Even you must want the ocean at times in- stead of Henry Street. Why dear I knew that you gwere human before Thursday night — " [Another letter] , I haven't got to give you entirely to humanity. I am human, too, Q nd tonight I'd keep you up until — well later than Tante Helene They bring out the best in each other. That's my definition of love. Someone who brings out the best in you. In all the world there isn't any group with more sparkle, more ability to abandon themselves to genuine good times than the people who are not absorbed in their small cosmos.

At yesterday's break- fast Florence, Annie, Ysabella, Helene, Docky, Mary, everyone passed my green felt hat around the table. Each woman tossed in a piece of paper. They truly had me foxed. I couldn't imagine what they were up to with the mysterious ceremony. Each woman had researched out three prospective backers to help me make up for the loss that will hit Henry Street if I go to Washington. There are good surprises on this list.

The dears. They rally round even though they don't all agree with my anti- militarist position. Florence said, "Dear Lady, if anyone can, you can convince the people on this list what a privilege it is to give to Henry Street. Stop overdoing. Don't drive yourself until you drop again. You keep us on an even keel. At least until July. Then to the country and drop if I must. The torture chamber of losing sponsors. Now Leonard Lewisohn is wavering in favor of the war.

I can't believe he would walk out on me. He is a true friend to Henry Street. It was a blessed day when he brought his grown daughters down after their mama died.