Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #232

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #232

…Attorney James Ferrell stands, tall in the glow of justice done, with a feeling that he has just participated in a piece of genuine history…

Suffrage Part One-001

“Your honor, I would ask the court to dismiss the charges against my client,” pleads attorney Ferrell on behalf of the 34 year old woman seated beside him, having returned to Florida to face the court. “No crime has been committed.”

Courtroom Sketch

“I object, your honor! Mr. Ferrell obviously has an interest in Miss Paul’s cause, even to the point ignoring the laws of the state of Florida,” entreats an assistant district attorney.

“Normally I would agree with you, counselor,” states the robed arbiter, who has soberly (and secretly) already reviewed this case and nothing anyone will say this day will change his decision, “but I have interviewed witnesses of that January meeting and I believe that Miss Paul had no way of knowing the magnitude of response she would receive, meaning the size of her audience and the logistics required thereof.” He reaches for a paper handed him by the bailiff, holding it up for interested parties to see. “This a copy of a permit issued in the name of Alice Paul, requesting and granted permission to hold a rally on 20 February 1920. There are no stated restrictions herein.”

“Why didn’t you tell me she had a permit!” yells the chief of police at his lead detective. They are caught with their pants down, having had proceeded with their hearts, not their heads.

  “I am not in favor of wasting the time of this court, not to mention forcing this woman with great inconvenience,” castigates the judge. He reviews the evidence, the paper trail, if you will, continuing, “I should never have allowed this to degrade to this point Miss Paul, and the state of Florida owes you an apology. Case dismissed. This court is adjourned.”

“All rise,” urges the bailiff. The entire chamber does so, populated mostly by credentialed newspapermen and photographers, interested in this story of national merit.

James Ferrell stands, tall in the glow of justice done, with a feeling that he has just participated in a piece of genuine history.

“I want to thank you,” Alice Paul tells her Florida attorney, not a stranger to courtrooms around some of the other 47 states, but such is her dedication to the cause of suffrage. “I never know how situations like this are going to turn out.”

“You can thank Mrs. Love for my services and as for me; I guess I just happened to be holding the goose when it laid the golden egg.”

“I’ve been called many names, but never a goose, Mr. Ferrell, but if I have enhanced your career, I am pleased. Perhaps this is a precedent and I can be left alone.”

“Your cause is just and please call on me if you are wronged again.”

“Forgive me if I if I wish never to see another courtroom.”

“Yes, I see your point. You deserve better.”

  Sometimes:


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #230

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #230

…”Hell, give ‘em a vote and before you know it, they’ll elect one of their own“…

Suffrage Part One-001

Led by the fiery Paul, 300 women and growing, others joining along the one-mile walk from the city park to the capitol building, make their way noisily, some toting signs and banners. Only the deaf, dumb and blind are able to ignore this feminine spectacle, the rest either dumbfounded or unable to get their automobile or carriage around the protesters.

Suffrage Poster-001       One of those inconvenienced is the chief of police, Sam Schuster. He has had a couple of his men watching what he thought was going to be a small dainty meeting. But he is on his way home, home to a dinner-less kitchen table, now thwarted by a huge crowd, Model Ts backed up for as far as the eye can see.

There is plenty of time for him to figure out what he can charge organizers with, though he is wise to let this run its course, for fear of being beaten by purses and parasols. On average, the chief runs a tight ship, nonsense and mischief are usually short-lived. He considers this nonsense on a very large scale. ‘We want the right to vote, ha, that’s a good one. What does a woman know about politics? Hell, give ‘em a vote and before you know it, they’ll elect one of their own.’ He is speaking to himself, about to change his mind. ‘This is bullshit–I’m going to break up this skirt party, arrest that woman fillin’ their heads with foolishness.’

He gets out of police car, puts on his official police hat, grabs his TPD megaphone and wades into the sea of estrogen driven humanity. He goes unnoticed, for the most part; an occasional dirty look cast his way, until he has achieved the podium on the stairs of the Capitol there for all the five hundred to see.

He turns to the crowd, speaking in the amplified cone, “Please disperse immediately! You are illegally blocking traffic!”

Break it up!

Alice Paul thinks on her feet, telling them, “That’s all right ladies, let’s go inside!”  She turns straight away, followed directly by her audience. It is like cattle on the drive and Sam Schuster does not know what do, stumbling, mumbling, finally trampled into the concrete like so many ants.

When the dust clears, he shakes off his grogginess and heads for his car, well if he had one. It is not where he left it, the traffic jam having since broken up, and someone is joyriding in a black Model T Ford with big white a star and the letters TPD on each door. “Someone is going to pay for this… that Paul broad, yeah, I’ll walk her to the station if I have to!”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #229

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #229

… As the men of the Florida Panhandle arrange strange combinations of meat and condiment on their day-old bread, reality has set in…

Suffrage Part One-001

Just what was this riot that Alice Paul stands accused of sanctioning?

After the threat of the influenza had run its course, removing the stigma of human contact, especially public gatherings, Alice and her staunchest supporters began touring state capitols, hoping to influence legislators, the makers of law that would bring the rights of women up to snuff.

On a cool late winter day, one where if you are going to listen to a speech at an outdoor venue, you must really want to hear what is going to be said and hundreds do; dresses blowing in the northerly breezes, gloved hands clapping with every “sisters for equality” reference. There are a lot of households in Tallahassee that will be going without Saturday evening dinner and hundreds of men who are outraged at the audacity of their women. But this event had been touted for several weeks, so it is likely that these men thought the women’s movement, this National Woman’s Party, was just a lot of hot air, not about to amount to anything.

   As they arrange strange combinations of meat and condiment on their day-old bread, reality has set in.

“Where is our dignity, ladies? Are we doomed to be chained to the kitchen stove forever, only to have our hands go raw from dishwater or the never ending laundry? And then watch our men leave the house to go out and vote, only to come home half liquored up, ordering us around like servants.

“It is time——–no past time for the women of America to have equal rights!” Alice Paul is hardly a striking figure, somewhat ordinary, with a dark hair and complexion, dark eyes focused on her goal. But there is no denying her effectiveness as a speaker, able to arouse the sleeping spirit of the female gender, causing them to admit infuriation for the first time. “Let’s take our cause to the steps of Florida’s state legislature! It is time that the “good old boys club” learns that one half of their constituency is oppressed, but not powerless!”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #228

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #228

…The right to vote on offices and issues that relate to women is important, particularly when one half of the population have no say in their own self-determination…

“Homage to Suffragette” by Bernard van Lierop

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… Attorney James Ferrell is tackling a case that no other lawyer wants to get within an addendum of; woman’s suffrage in the South, a contradiction of terms in itself. On a campaign through the Panhandle, having served at the core of the movement in England, Alice Paul has been arrested for inciting a riot; not that a riot of women is a huge threat to mankind, but the protest marches that seem to follow her around the country have law enforcement on their ready, and in the South, that means, ‘Not in my town.’

  The right to vote on offices and issues that relate to women is important, particularly when one half of the population have no say in their own self-determination. Something has to be said, someone has to take a stand – something has to be done. And unpopular as it is, in an entrenchment of tradition, shaking the branches of a tree is the best way to reap the fruit.

And despite her stint in the Cinderella troupe, Phoebe Love has kept a close eye toward this matter, entreating advisor Ferrell not to allow this gross miscarriage of justice to languish in the Florida court system; even to the point that Mrs. Love funds Paul’s defense.

Now these are very strong terms for a woman who has been a stay-at-home wife for her forty year marriage, none of which she ever did not have a say on who, what, when, where, how, or why. A vote, on whether Woodrow Wilson should remain as President or be replaced by Charles Evans Hughes in the election of 1916 was not hers to have.

That is why women like Alice Paul place themselves at risk, utilizing shock tactics and not-so-subtly nudging society into noticing injustice. Men look at her with disdain, largely fearing what equal rights would do to their present tidy arrangement. And it is not like many women embrace her radical concepts.

Equal rights;

  1. Does that mean I will have get a job and trade my skirts in for overalls?
  2. Or fight in a war, how horrible?

Such is the misunderstanding, misinformation in this “miss and mrs.” issue.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #183

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #183

…we sent in the Florida National Guard, in anticipation of Hank Blount pulling some monkey business…

Monkey business

Monkey Business by Mister Bones – Deviantart

“I trust those people,” President Roosevelt tells his Attorney General, Charles Bonaparte, the great-nephew of Napoleon I, of a family of lawyers predating the “Little Corporal”, “and if what they write about this Blount character is true, I am going to make this the last trust I bust!”

“You will have to stand in line, sir.  We’ve had our eye on him for years, but we did not know how to go about nailing him to the wall, without completely shutting down his town… his town, boy doesn’t that sound strange? We are lucky he didn’t try to secede, creating his own principality.”

“Oh, my no, Bonaparte. We would have resurrected your uncle Napoleon, if we had to. Bully, I say! Or how does a Rough Rider reunion sound? Can you see 100 fifty year olds storming into that dictator’s town?”

Welcone to-001 “Fortunately it will not come to that. After Pearson’s article went to print, we sent in the Florida National Guard, in anticipation of him pulling some monkey business.”

“National Guard you say… without my authorization? I’m not too thrilled with this lame duck thing.”

“Please don’t be upset, Teddy. You were out West, in the wilderness somewhere, when Pearson warned us about the article. We had to move and the Vice-president signed off on our plan.”

“You speak as if we were successful,” the leader debriefs.

“A Guard battalion caught him leaving town and he is in custody; should be at F.B.I. headquarters in Atlanta, as we speak.”

“The Federal Bureau of Investigation? Bully. Not a year old and already on the job. They will be a crime fighter’s best friend, just you wait!”

“No more escaping justice because of laws that vary from state to state.” Charles Bonaparte is a lame duck himself, but he can be proud that the F.B.I. is created under his watch as the nation’s number one lawyer.



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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #182

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #182

…“This town deserves better! Old Blount is still fuming over swallowing his pride about the circumstances surrounding the death of his Charlie, “The Man Who Would Be King”...

P-E J is on the job, endeavoring to avoid detection. So for the rest of November, Harv has does his best imitation of a millwright, looking like he knows what he is doing with a heavy wooden tray of tools, weighing 60 pounds. Fortunately no major breakdowns occur on his watch, the machines likely fearing for their gears, so as a result, the most notable outcome of this month is a right arm two inches longer from carrying the tools. Today he is tired and hungry, but it is a day with yet another case of injustice.

“I heard one of the men telling another that the bank would not let him withdraw his savings,” Harv tells his Judith, who is tending a steaming pot of soup, the contents of which are literally indescribable. “He has a relative, somewhere near Jacksonville, who has lined up a better job for him and he needs the money to put a down payment on a house. I guess he signed some sort of contract with the bank stating he must give two months notice before withdrawing more than one-half the balance.”

“Two months? I wonder if the Banking Commission knows about that practice.” She shakes her head, causing some strands of hair to fall on her face. Greasy hands preclude her from replacing them; she blows them off instead. “I was taking pictures of all the signs with “Blount” in their name, when a woman came out of the General Store crying her eyes out. I asked her what was wrong and she said that she can’t buy food on credit. Her husband was injured on the job and he had not been paid for two months.”

“Oh yes, I think he fell from a ladder while cleaning the grain elevator. The guys didn’t know if he’d walk again, both legs were shattered.”

“Well, if he was injured on the job, isn’t he entitled to replacement income? Aren’t there labor laws that cover that possibility?”

“I’ll tell you, Jude, if James Ferrell wanted, he could represent the entire town against Blount, for one thing or another.”

“This town deserves better! Old Blount is still fuming over swallowing his pride about the circumstances surrounding the death of his Charlie, “The Man Who Would Be King”.

“I don’t know about you, but I for one have enough material to fill the entire issue.” He dips a spoon into his wife’s mottled mixture. “And I miss the food at home.”

dayjob        “You know, honey, with a month’s worth of meals under my belt, we could do without our cook. I am really getting the hang of this.”

          “I wouldn’t quit your day job, Judith.” This brush with honesty inspires a wooden spoon into flight, missing Harv, but hitting the front door, just as their pseudo-children open it.

          “What’s wrong?” the kids ask in unison, having never seen their “parents” quarrel.

          “Oh nothing kids, but I have cooked my last meal for this family!”

          In a tender moment, the room erupts with adolescent cries of joy.

          “I am sending for your parents tonight,” promises Harv. “They should be here first thing tomorrow.

          “Hooray!” shouts the boy. “I can taste Mom’s blueberry pancakes now.”


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“Oh nothing kids, but I have cooked my last meal for this family!”

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #181

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #181

…somewhere between Willy being freed and the present, the whole Charlie Blount incident seems to have been forgotten or maybe just ignored…

Cinderella and the Birds by English School

Cinderella and the Birds by English School

In order to pull this impersonation off, Harv needs to let loose his grip on the English language, as well as his prized goatee. Judith, on the other hand, needed a great deal of dressing down, like pre-castle Cinderella. Sort of like painting gold, black; going as far as having to go corset-less to look less attractive, in clothes that would make a queen look like a pauper.

“Anything For a Good Story” is an apt motto. So is everything for a story such as this. The P-EJ (as Pearson-Eastman Journal will be known from this point forward) goes so far as planting an operative in the Calhoun County Sheriff’s office, though there is no longer a real sheriff’s office; just Hank Blount and a band of marginally qualified vigilantes. That, by itself, would have been reason for the federal government to shut down the machine, Company Town-001but if one is going to properly expose the depth of malignant social behavior, extra effort is in order.

This will prove to be the best move they could have made. In the revolving door Modus Operandi of Blount-dominated Calhoun County, there is room for an impostor to get, not only a good look at the level of corruption, but a bulging eyeful. This unnamed member of Cyril Odz’ Gadsden Co. force, blends in and soaks in an amazing amount of graft; that which relates to the Willy Campbell incident and beyond.

It goes so deep that even the public schools teach what Blount wants them to know. Young minds are tilted toward the twisted leanings of a misguided superintendent – yes of course, Blount.

And somewhere between Willy being freed and the present, the whole incident seems to have been forgotten or maybe just ignored, in order to head off just such an investigation that is covertly continuing. Hannah Fielding shows up out of nowhere, without child and telling Judge Grant that Charlie Blount had indeed been going too fast. The traveling salesman makes a curious stop at the Liberty County Courthouse, saying he did not know who was driving the truck and that they (Willy and Clete) were trying their best to help Charlie and Hannah. They have a funny way of treating heroes out this way.

But there are other Willy and Cletes out there, who unwittingly fall into the cracks in this world unto itself; where rights are few and wrongs are many. Most people have learned to go around this river crossing, using the one up Rosedale way. Those who insist on using Route 20, do so at their own risk. People disappear, either never to be found or found later in a 4 x 4 cell.


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