On the 14th of November in 1917, we were picketing the white house per usual, for our right as equals to men, to have the same rights, to make women an important part of our society. We were arrested again for what it seems like the millionth time, the police said we were “obstructing traffic”, they wanted us off the streets, they are afraid of the difference they know we can make. We were taken to the Occoquan Workhouse, but something seemed different this time, and the head guard, W.H. Whittaker seemed angry, hostile even. I did not know what was to become of us at the time, this seemed like any other time, the conditions were horrible, I must admit, but this time was different. When we were there we were treated horribly, we got the usual
