In The Name Of The Cause
Among the Suffragettes there was a small cadre of younger women. Self-taught in martial arts they provided street protection to fellow marchers. The police and press called them The Amazons.
I am an amazon. No, not the make-believe sort. I'm the kind that will march and fight. I can break a copper's grip and bloody his nose. And I have. Each morning we parade as our leaders' guardians, raising havoc. Then we have tea. Enduring another "Deeds Not Words" lecture, I watch for Clarissa to flick her eyes to the stairs. Up there, on the jujitsu mats, we spar naked, hair undressed, seeking the others submission. It...