WOMAN REBEL: THE MARGARET SANGER STORY

"You mention the word 'co-operative' to the merchants and they'll lynch you!  The one thing they fear more than mail-order houses is that farmers' co-operative movements may get started"--Main Street

I'm now reading the graphic book Woman Rebel:  The Margaret Sanger Story (by Peter Bagge, who also did Credo about Rose Wilder Lane). What a hero she was!  Birth control is something we take for granted today, but we can do that because people like her took on the Roman Catholic Church and the United States government, and never gave up.

I've started translating a new Korean picture book. (This one's actually a Tolstoy story.)

Yesterday at Crowdreads, the question was "Do you need money to do what you love?" Well, it depends on what you love doing, doesn't it?  I couldn't resist mentioning a Julia Phillips line from You'll Never Eat Lunch in This Town Again that people either see money as lifeblood, to nourish; as seeds, to grow things with; or as shit, to get rid of. And I read a bit more from Main Street about Carol trying to decide what to do with her life.

Did I mention that Main Street is great?  Here's another quote, on the grain elevator wheat buyer and his wife.

This was their philosophy complete... in the era of aeroplanes and syndicalism:

The Baptist Church (and, somewhat less, the Methodist, Congregational, and Presbyterian Churches) is the perfect, the divinely ordained standard in music, oratory, philanthropy, and ethics. 'We don't need all this newfangled science, or this terrible Higher Criticism that's ruining our young men in colleges.  What we need is to get back to the true Word of God, and a good sound belief in hell, like we used to have it preached to us.'

The Republican Party, the Grand Old Party of Blaine and McKinley, is the agent of the Lord and of the Baptist Church in temporal affairs.

All socialists ought to be hanged.

'Harold Bell Wright is a lovely writer, and he teaches such good morals in his novels, and folks say he's made prett' near a million dollars out of 'em.'

People who make more than ten thousand a year or less than eight hundred are wicked.

Europeans are still wickeder.

It doesn't hurt any to drink a glass of beer on a warm day, but anybody who touches wine is headed straight for hell.

Virgins are not so virginal as they used to be.

Nobody needs drug-store ice cream; pie is good enough for anybody.

The farmers want too much for their wheat.

The owners of the elevator-company expect too much for the salaries they pay.  

There would be no more trouble or discontent in the world if everybody worked as hard as Pa did when he cleared our first farm.

I think I recognize this America! (The age of Trumpism isn't so different...)