Last Sunday my daughter and I took part in Processions, a celebratory ‘living art work’ to mark the 100th anniversary of the beginning of women’s suffrage in the UK. You might have seen some of the coverage on BBC One last Sunday, or you may have taken part yourself; it was an amazing thing to be part of.
I’ve been a feminist for a long time, I think probably since the moment when, aged 3, our twin-boy neighbours told me I couldn’t play with them, ” ‘cos girls can’t play cowboys”. I had no concept of ‘girls can’t…’ so I just thought this was stupid, and I’ve thought this kind of thing was stupid ever since!
At school I played rugby (whilst also taking weekly ballet lessons), and at university I studied Women’s Studies alongside English Literature. When I went on to postgraduate studies, I wrote my masters thesis on the role of eighteenth century Scottish women authors in the formation of the concept of “Britishness”, and I love the fact that when my daughter went to nursery, her teacher informed me of how she told the other kids that dancing (and especially wearing the ballet outfits and tutus) wasn’t just for girls, it was for everyone.
So Sunday’s procession was an emotional and personal one for me and I wanted to share some of the photographs, taken by myself and my daughter, of the banners and signs that people had stitched, knitted, crocheted, drawn, and crafted, and which they carried as they processed. Enjoy!