In July The Guardian ran a feature on Woodhull's run. It is full of interesting bits of feminist history and concludes with this statement from Woodhull after she had been thrown in jail:
To the public I would say in conclusion they may succeed in crushing me out, even to the loss of my life: but let me warn them and you that from the ashes of my body a thousand Victorias will spring to avenge my death by seizing the work laid down by me and carrying it forward to victory.
I find it fascinating that a woman who wasn't even able to vote, would place herself up for election! (Women's suffrage came in 1920, seven years before Woodhull died, but decades after she had moved out of the country that had treated her so badly.)
Here is a poem by Emily Dickinson who was writing at about the time Woodhull was running for president:
I don't think anyone could have called Woodhull "reticent," but I wonder if she had regrets about being so outspoken before the country was ready to hear what she had to say? Someone had to lead the way!
THE RETICENT volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan;
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.
If nature will not tell the tale
Jehovah told to her,
Can human nature not survive
Without a listener?
Admonished by her buckled lips
Let every babbler be.
The only secret people keep
found in Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson [811 DIC]
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