Posted on 10/18/2006 9:16:44 PM PDT by Diago
It is time again for the Margaret Sanger at the Ku Klux Klan Rally Art Contest. This year's contest will highlight the 80th Anniversary of Margaret Sanger's speech to the the women's branch of the Silver Lake Ku Klux Klan. In her own 1938 autobiography, Margaret Sanger An Autobiography (1971 reprint by Dover Publications, Inc. of the 1938 original published by W.W. Norton & Company) Sanger indicates at pages 366-367 that the she got along quite well with members of a New Jersey branch of the Ku Klux Klan at her 1926 speech, eventually getting a "dozen invitations to speak to similar groups."
Participants in this year's contest are encouraged to commemorate Sanger at the Klan rally in unique artistic ways. Drawings, cartoons, historical novels, haiku, dance, plays, videos, paintings, quilts, rap, actual photos of Silver Lake, modern interpretations of Sanger speaking to the Klan, reenactments of the actual speech on YouTube, audio recordings of actual Sanger quotes she may have reused when speaking to the Klan - - there is no limit to the artistic ways this historic event can be commemorated.
The Big Abortion Industry still holds Margret Sanger out as an icon. Artwork is one more important ways to promote the truth about Margaret Sanger.
The rules for this year's contest are simple:
1) Send submissions to the Margaret Sanger Blogspot by providing a link in the comments section of this blog.
2) Submissions will be accepted for two months with a deadline of December 18, 2005.
3) There is no limit on the number of submissions that one person can make.
4) Nominations made be made on behalf of others.
5) The art can be any artistic expression (computer drawings, photography, music, poetry, video, audio recording, haiku) as long as it attempts to recreate Margaret Sanger at the KKK Rally.
6) 1st, 2nd and 3rd Place will be announced here on December 21. The comments and views of readers of this blog will be taken into consideration by the judges as well as the views of other respected bloggers.
7) It is our hope and prayer that this contest will be enthusiatically promoted by other bloggers who are free to promote this idea, borrow this idea, steal this idea, or do anything else they want in order to educate the public about the truth concerning Margaret Sanger.
Please encourage others to participate by e-mailing this information to other pro-lifers and bloggers!
Last Year's Winner from Registered at Freerepublic.com
"Women knights"? - must be possible only in the era of female firefighters.
Easy comparisons between the KKK and Planned Parenthood!
Is this a typo?
2) Submissions will be accepted for two months with a deadline of December 18, 2005.Should be 2006?
In any event... good stuff.
Here is Sanger's account of her trip to talk to the Ku Klux Klan from pages 366-367 of Margaret Sanger An Autobiography (1971 reprint by Dover Publications, Inc. of the 1938 original published by W.W. Norton & Company).
All the world over, in Penang and Skagway, in El Paso and Helsingfors, I have found women's psychology in the matter of childbearing essentially the same, no matter what the class, religion, or economic status. Always to me any aroused group was a good group, and therefore I accepted an invitation to talk to the women's branch of the Ku Klux Klan at Silver Lake, New Jersey, one of the weirdest experiences I had in lecturing.
My letter of instruction told me what train to take, to walk from the station two blocks straight ahead, then two to the left. I would see a sedan parked in front of a restaurant. If I wished I could have ten minutes for a cup of coffee or bite to eat, because no supper would be served later.
I obeyed orders implicitly, walked the blocks, saw the car, found the restaurant, went in and ordered some cocoa, stayed my allotted ten minutes, then approached the car hesitatingly and spoke to the driver. I received no reply. She might have been totally deaf as far as I was 1 concerned. Mustering up my courage, I climbed in and settled back. Without a turn of the head, a smile, or a word to let me know I was right, she stepped on the self-starter. For fifteen minutes we wound around the streets. It must have been towards six in the afternoon. We took this lonely lane and that through the woods, and an hour later pulled up in a vacant space near a body of water beside a large, unpainted, barnish building.
My driver got out, talked with several other women, then said to me severely, "Wait here. We will come for you." She disappeared. More cars buzzed up the dusty road into the parking place. Occasionally men dropped wives who walked hurriedly and silently within. This went on mystically until night closed down and I was alone in the dark. A few gleams came through chinks in the window curtains. Even though it was May, I grew chillier and chillier.
After three hours I was summoned at last and entered a bright corridor filled with wraps. As someone came out of the hall I saw through the door dim figures parading with banners and illuminated crosses. I waited another twenty minutes. It was warmer and I did not mind so much. Eventually the lights were switched on, the audience seated itself, and I was escorted to the platform, was introduced, and began to speak.
Never before had I looked into a sea of faces like these. I was sure that if I uttered one word, such as abortion, outside the usual vocabulary of these women they would go off into hysteria. And so my address that night had to be in the most elementary terms, as though I were trying to make children understand.
In the end, through simple illustrations I believed I had accomplished my purpose. A dozen invitations to speak to similar groups were proffered. The conversation went on and on, and when we were finally through it was too late to return to New York. Under a curfew law everything in Silver Lake shut at nine o'clock. I could not even send a telegram to let my family know whether I had been thrown in the river or was being held incommunicado. It was nearly one before I reached Trenton, and I spent the night in a hotel.
The Return to Silver Lake
Yo b!tches. Wear those hoods and sheets;
Let them revile you, while they love me;
No matta, for we are on the same team.
I will star in their movies;
You will be the villian;
No matta, for we are on the same team.
I will bribe their leaders and hood wink their clergy;
You in turn will suffer their political slings and arrows;
No matta, for we are on the same team.
They will welcome me into their schools and churches;
You will endure ridicule and witchhunts;
No matta, for we are on the same team.
Let them crown my ass, while they whoop yours;
No matta, for we are on the same team.
I will destroy their children and be praised;
You will scroll meaningless slurs in Hicksville, Kentucky - - and be public enemy #1;
No matta, for we are on the same team.
Let them hate you for your words and symbols;
While they love me for exterminating their future in the womb;
No matta, for we are on the same team.
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Was that in the Silver Lake section of Belleville/Bloomfield/Newark (Forest Hill)?
It has been corrected on the blog.
Excellent!
Is the picture "photoshopped?" or real. She looks too out of proportion to others standing by the cart. She is about one head and shoulders taller than the men next to the cart.
Lady Klansmen...sounds like a great name for a metal band. You never think about the women somehow, it just never quite gels; it's like using a cello in heavy metal, or a rapper playing the harp.
After the speech, did these knights get together and discuss how to get the whitest whites for their sheets? "I swear, Marge, the smoke-stains from cross-burning, that grey will never come out!"
"I used to have the same problem, Harriet, until I tried new BLAMMO! Gets your whites whiter than ever! And for Klan gals like us, that's not just whistling Dixie!"
So much for black humor--I'm sick and I know it.
****After the speech, did these knights get together and discuss how to get the whitest whites for their sheets? "I swear, Marge, the smoke-stains from cross-burning, that grey will never come out!" ****
Bill Mauldin, of Willie and Joe fame, did a cartoon years ago in which a woman carries her husband's klan getup into the living room and says to him.."Bloood stains again? And linen is so hard to come by these days!"
That is so sick it's dementedly funny.
Way to go, Diago.
bump!
Oh, Al, there is another entry I need to post, of course you can see it here.
http://www.margaretsanger.blogspot.com/
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