I was pushed forward and out of the parade. Women’s white gowns brushing my shoulders and waist, I screamed thinking the police had got me, but when I looked back I didn’t see a police officer. A young woman held me by the scruff of my dress collar, and pulled me to the road side and put her sign down, looking at me with disbelief. Her sign read, “Canadian Women Suffrage”.
My heart raced, with fear, anxiousness and excitement, it was such a thrill being part of the suffrage. Holding our signs high, and yelling with all our might! Women are people too! I lost my limping sign while I was dragged out by this bewildred woman. I gave her a nasty look, and she started yelling at me.
“How could you put yourself in danger like that little girl, you could have got your self arrested or, steps on, or hurt! You shouldn’t have been there” I looked over her shoulder at the parade, women dressed in long white dresses, and hats holding signs and yelling. Mean on the sidelines yelling at them, to go bake to the kitchen and police slowly cirling them, the fight would start soon. I wanted to be with them! I wanted to help make a difference. I wanted to fight back! But I was just a kid, nobody ever takes us seriously, especially this woman, yelling at me.
I picked my self up of the sidewalk and starting walking home the young women still yelling at me, saying not to walk away from her like that. I stopped, but not for her, I stopped for me. I stopped and turned toward her. Her hands on hips, I walked towards her smiled and ran back to the suffrage. The women screaming after me the whole time, I picking up a sign and started yelling again! If I died this way, then let it be!
Young Rosie Plummer died that day, at only age 12. She gave her life for something she believed in deeply. She was mulled by a police officer and later died in hospital.
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