8 July 1905

I found this notebook- empty but for an old note to Queen Victoria. I can't even remember writing it.  I must have really had nothing to do. However I couldn't help but smile a little when I mentioned the business involving the vote. For the last seven years my mother has said how much I deserve it and I would never know what she meant.

Well today my mother was arrested.

I was there. Its all very new to most people- these suffragists. Anyone who isn't a woman (at least not a woman with sense, my mother says) excluding my father is against it. It was just a quiet protest and then there were police everywhere. Mother looked at me and I know what that meant- go home. Now.

I was about to go but I couldn't. This police man was asking my mother what she was doing and seemed to be very rude, though I couldn't hear what he was saying to her. In my opinion he just wasn't born a good person. He was trying to cause an arguement, it seemed. But he wouldn't arrest her. 

But he could when she hit him.

I hate writing about it. Suffragists aren't meant to do that sort of violence. And my mother is normally very calm. But anyone would have done the same in her place. Wait...

I think I remember what he said to her now. Know your place.

I wish I was a boy sometimes. We don't have a lot of money and I'm sixteen, not in school any more, and I could work if I wasn't a girl. Or maybe a girl could- no.

But you clearly don't have a say in some things, no matter how much you try.

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