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What exactly is a young lady doing alone

in this part of town?

I work at the candy factory across the way.

It closed two hours ago.

This is no place to be loitering after work.

Only waiting for my friend, Miss.

Exactly what type of friend are you waiting for?

My friend. Jane.

Then you won't mind if I wait here with you.

Well, she may be a while, Miss.

I have nothing better to do.

Uh, don't... even think about making a run for it.

Uh, with me. Take cover behind the carriage.

Don't move.

-What happened? -I don't know.

But it looks like someone's been shot.

The man with the valise came out that door.

The carriage arrived, blocking our view, then bang!

When I came over to see what had happened, he was gone.

Anything else?

Uh, I-I think I heard something

coming from the alley here,

right before the gunshot. Maybe a car?

And you, Miss...?

Camille Gauthier.

I saw Mr. Ambrose coming out of the factory,

-but nothing more. -Mr. Ambrose?

Yes, sir. He's my employer.

Just what were you doing waiting outside of the factory?

I...

She's a working girl.

She claimed she was waiting for a friend, but...

If there's nothing else, Detective?

I'm afraid I'm obligated to charge Miss Gauthier here

with vagrancy.

Thank you both.

Sir.

The missing man is a Godfrey Ambrose.

He was taking the week's receipts to the bank,

as he did every Friday.

It's over a thousand dollars, sir.

That certainly would establish motive.

Hm. Now, the carriage driver, he didn't see what happened,

but he says there was an automobile

idling here in the alley.

Oh. Well, that could explain

the sound that Miss Berger heard.

Huh. One more thing, sir.

There was a photographer working on a news story

about the factory conditions.

He thinks he got a photograph of Mr. Ambrose

just before the gunshot.

Oh. Very good.

-Camille Gauthier? -Yes?

I am Effie Newsome.

I'm with the Crown Attorney's office.

I've been assigned to provide your defence.

You're a lawyer?

That's right.

I didn't know there were any lady lawyers.

Well, ah, I have read over your case.

You claimed you were meeting a friend?

Yes.

But that friend never arrived.

Is Mr. Ambrose all right?

I'm sorry, I don't know anything about that.

But the Crown has no proof of your intentions,

whoever you were meeting.

Don't worry. I'll provide you with a good defence.

Miss Camille Gauthier.

Your name is on the vagrancy list.

That means you have formerly been arrested for the crime

of solicitation. Is that correct?

Yes.

Please describe for the court

the circumstances under which this previous arrest took place.

I...

Miss Gauthier?

I met a man who paid me money to join him in his automobile.

-And then what? -You want me to say?

Yes, Miss Gauthier. Please answer my que...

Your Honour.

The Crown has the witness, Miss Newsome.

Miss Gauthier,

the circumstances of your arrest?

He took me into the cabin of his automobile

and gave me two dollars.

He had promised me four, so I...

I argued with him until he gave me the rest.

Then he...

raised my dress and...

and he said something crude and began to remove...

What did he say?

Your Honour, my learned friend

is pursuing a line of questioning

immaterial to the case at hand.

Nobody in this courtroom needs to hear these details.

Past transgressions are material

to the character and intent of the defendant, Miss Newsome.

However, I do agree with you that the details

are rather sordid.

I don't feel right allowing them to be related in mixed company.

I beg your pardon?

I am suspending this hearing

until more suitable counsel

can be assigned to Miss Gauthier.

I am suitable counsel!

The details of this case are not fit for a lady's ears,

Miss Newsome. You're dismissed.

It's completely ridiculous!

She was assigned another lawyer, a male lawyer.

You were acting as defence counsel?

Yes, I-I've fallen out of favour

with the Crown Attorney's office

and I've been assigned an endless pile

of public defence cases.

But never mind that, this whole thing is an outrage.

Though unsurprising.

Wha... Doesn't this upset you?

This is a case of sex discrimination,

plain and simple.

I hardly have time to be upset

every time I face an instance of sex discrimination.

-You should write about it. -Write about what?

The fact that an injustice

has been carried out by the courts!

This is unfair to me, as a lawyer,

and unfair to my client.

This kind of thing is an everyday occurrence.

Just because something's unfair, doesn't mean there's anything

that can be done about it.

What have you, Henry?

Uh, sir, how did you...?

I went to Mr. Ambrose's house and spoke to his wife.

She's worried sick, sir.

His description has been sent to the hospitals

and station houses across the city, but nothing yet.

Very good. Thank you.

Sir, that's Mr. Ambrose.

I saw a photo of him at his house.

Unfortunately we can't see much else.

It's odd that the over-exposure is so uneven.

Perhaps when the camera fell, sir.

Yes. Any amount of light entering the case

could cause this.

Henry, I need you to go to the chemist

and get a pint of ferricyanide.

Cyanide?

Uh, ferricyanide, sir,

also known as Farmer's Reducer.

It can help to correct exposure, if it isn't too overexposed.

Hm. Will that really work?

It might.

I agree with you.

Women should not be banished from a courtroom

in which women are being tried.

So will you censure the judge and demand I be reinstated?

Well, that would cause problems.

Judges get rather upset when the Attorney General

forces their hand.

I fear it would only serve to bias him

against you and your client.

So, what do we do?

I'm not sure there's anything we can do.

Establish a new court.

Begging your pardon?

A-A women's court.

To try women, presided over by a woman.

An extreme measure, don't you think?

Not at all. It's perfectly reasonable

that a woman be tried by a jury of her peers and,

in this case, her peers are not men.

All right.

Really?

Why not?

Let's say we do it.

Who's going to be the magistrate?

You? You're going to be a judge?

That's right. The first female judge

to preside over a court in Canadian history.

A women's court. Now that's a story.

The ferricyanide did help.

I also improved the definition

by using finer paper stock and a contrast filter.

-It worked. -You can see the gunman now.

Is he wearing a mask?

Hm. We now have a picture of our assailant.

But who is he?

Detective.

This is Mrs. Ambrose.

Is there any news of my husband?

We have nothing to report yet,

I'm afraid, Mrs. Ambrose.

Uh, well, Mrs. Ambrose has found something.

He usually wears his overcoat, but it was too warm.

When I went through it, I found this.

It's a receipt for a jeweller's.

Dated last week.

Whatever he bought, he never gave it to me.

Perhaps he was robbed for it?

We'll look into this. Thank you, Mrs. Ambrose.

Please find him. He's all I have.

Of course.

This way.

Henry.

I have another job for you.

Sir.

There's nothing in this photograph

to help us identify the masked man.

But look at the automobile's wheel.

One of the spokes is different, sir.

It was broken and then repaired.

Perhaps a local auto shop will recall making this repair.

Sir.

Miss Newsome.

Congratulations.

I heard about your women's court.

I didn't expect you to be in support of the idea,

Miss Berger.

Of course.

The courts should allow women to be judged

and defended by women,

much as my work helps to protect women.

That's a very modern view.

Now that you're a judge,

I hope you will continue to work with me

in good faith to uphold the law.

Which laws are we talking about?

You cannot pick and choose which laws you enforce.

No, but my interpretation of those laws

may differ from yours.

Do you really think it was the right thing to do

to arrest that young woman?

That it was just?

Yes. She was in violation of the law.

Let's imagine that she was guilty of precisely

that with which you charged her.

She could be sentenced to six months

at the Mercer Reformatory, after which,

if she had no family to be remanded to,

they could keep her there for the rest of her life.

-It is my job to enf... -The rest of her life.

When a man engaging in the very same liaison

for which she was convicted

would be subject to no more than a fine, at most.

I ask you, Miss Berger,

what is just about that?

Sir, I don't get it.

What do women need a separate court for?

Perhaps they feel the male judges

lack the feminine perspective.

Well, maybe I should get to choose who my judge is, too.

All the judges in this country already look like you, Henry.

I've seen many Asians suffer from the bias

of the American justice system.

It's what made me want to become a policeman myself.

Hm. All right, well, then I'm all for it,

but this is going to be a mess, sir.

Already hearing there are protests all over the city.

Ah, there's no such thing as a bloodless revolution.

You and the lads will be out in force.

Just remember, there's nothing wrong with protests.

Just keep the peace.

Ready for lunch?

Why are you printing this drivel?

I'm reporting your story.

That is not my story.

You've written up the reactionary opinions

of backwards-thinking old men.

The new court is one part of the story,

and the opinions of those who don't care for it

is another.

It is the responsibility

of a journalist to publish the truth.

There isn't a word in there that isn't true.

This is what people are saying.

Just because people are saying it

doesn't make it true!

And by giving yet another voice to these people,

you're bolstering an opinion which you know

to be fundamentally untrue,

that women are lesser than men.

By the end of the week, every newspaper in the country

will be running the same story.

So? You are an independent publisher.

You have an opportunity to do something different.

Hate me if you want.

But if you can't handle this, you're in trouble.

What are you talking about?

This isn't about some humanitarian errand

to help a young girl out. You're about to be a judge.

You'll be the face of women's rights in this country.

The attacks you're about to endure

are far greater than anything I've written here.

Are you ready for that?

All right. Thanks for the time.

Mind your own business!

Oi! That's enough! Move along!

-Thank you, Violet. -Hm.

I didn't realize being the first female judge in Canada

would make me such a villain.

Not just the first in Canada.

You'll be the first in the British Empire.

Louise was right.

I don't know if I can handle this.

I'll be the most hated woman in the country.

And the most admired.

Perhaps this was all a mistake.

It's not often one gets a chance to break new ground.

For most people, the door is simply closed.

A-And it might always remain that way.

There's a chance for women to make progress because of you.

Don't walk away from that.

A brooch.

Did the man purchase it for his wife?

He did. Or-Or his fiancée, perhaps?

I didn't inquire.

I remember it because he asked me

for a brooch with a specific flower.

I had a rose in stock, but no,

he had me order this in specially.

-What kind of flower? -A camellia.

Miss Newsome.

Congratulations are in order.

You found a clever shortcut to the bench, didn't you?

Another instance of you getting

special treatment due to your sex.

Special treatment?

You mean, like the special treatment

you received when you jumped the queue

past your more qualified colleague

to become Deputy Crown Attorney?

You were more experienced, perhaps,

but not more qualified.

We'll have to agree to disagree on that point.

That we will.

See you on the battlefield, Your Honour.

A brooch?

A camellia, to be precise.

It's rather similar to your Christian name.

Did you have an intimate relationship with Mr. Ambrose?

No. No, of course not.

I need you to be honest with me.

It could be crucial to Mr. Ambrose's safety

and well-being.

We had an arrangement.

I work in his factory, but the wages aren't much.

Our... meetings earned me more than my salary.

He is the one who gave you the brooch.

Yes.

I sold it the next day for 15 dollars.

It was a godsend.

My mother is infirm

and my sister's too young to work.

So it was Mr. Ambrose

that you were waiting for that day.

Miss Gauthier.

If they find out, I'll be sent to the Mercer.

I know of a girl who was sent away

just for letting a man buy her a drink.

What will my family do without my wages?

I am not a morality officer,

so unless any of this information is pertinent

to a prosecution, no one outside of this cell

will hear a word of it.

I was waiting for him, yes.

Like you had several times before.

Was there anything different about this time?

Usually, he would slip me a note at work

when he wanted to meet.

This time, he had a telegram delivered to my home.

What exactly did the telegram say?

He said that he wanted to see me again,

but that it might be the last time.

I found a mechanic who remembers

fixing the broken wheel.

Uh, he's sure it's the same automobile as in the photograph.

Does he remember anything about the man who brought it in?

He had the licence number in his logbook.

From that, I found the sales history.

It was purchased secondhand from a used auto lot last week.

-Last week? By whom? -Godfrey Ambrose.

The missing man!

Maybe the gunman stole it from him

and then used it for the kidnapping.

Maybe.

Or perhaps,

Mr. Ambrose knew that the carriage

would be here, obstructing the view of the alley

from any bystanders near the entrance.

His co-conspirator and the car were already in the alley.

He fired the shot,

and the two of them left in the automobile.

But what about the blood?

A ruse to distract us from Mr. Ambrose's true intention,

to steal the money.

We knew he was planning to leave town.

Mr. Ambrose kidnapped himself.

This is so exciting.

All persons having business before this court

give their attention,

for the court will now hear the case

of the Crown and Gauthier.

God Save the King.

Please be seated.

The court invites the Crown to proceed.

Thank you, Your Honour.

I'm afraid the Crown cannot proceed in good conscience.

Is the Crown dismissing the case?

No, Your Honour.

Rather we present a court order

signed by Judge Calder of the Superior Court.

A court order?

Yes.

An order insisting upon the closure of this court.

What?

I beg your pardon?

-What's going on? -I don't know.

You didn't see fit to mention this outside?

That wouldn't have been any fun.

As you know, Miss Newsome,

the British North America Act,

which articulates the laws of this land,

declares that in order to hold elected office

or sit as a judge,

one must be a "qualified person."

Meaning what?

In the act, persons are consistently

referred to as "he."

Are you saying I'm not a person?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

That's an absurd interpretation.

It is the law.

And Judge Calder agrees.

Women are not considered persons

and therefore cannot sit as judges.

By virtue of this order, this court is hereby closed.

How can they possibly claim that women are not people?

Persons. It's a legal term.

Well, we need to take action.

No one who hears of this will think it reasonable.

People will come out in droves to support you.

It will bring out the naysayers as well.

That's true.

This whole situation is a tinderbox.

Good. We need to burn down what exists

-to build something new. -It's dangerous.

Scores of suffragettes here and abroad

have been injured in skirmishes with police

and counter-protesters.

We can't let that deter us.

The more we fight, the more they know of our fight.

A Superior Court judge

decided on this interpretation and his court order stands.

So we just accept that?

You said it yourself.

Just because something isn't fair,

doesn't mean there's anything to be done.

Well, there's always something to be done

if someone's willing to do it.

My husband has run off?

There is significant circumstantial evidence

suggesting as much.

He bought the automobile

that the supposed kidnapper was driving.

Likely with a friend,

or an accomplice he hired to help him fake the kidnapping.

Our marriage has had its share of problems,

but he would never...

without even telling me?

Without telling anyone?

H-He did tell someone.

Or at least, tried to.

Who?

Your husband was carrying on a liaison.

A woman that was working at his factory.

She was attempting to meet up with him on that day,

but was waylaid by a morality officer.

We looked into the financial details

of your husband's candy business, Mrs. Ambrose.

It was struggling. Creditors, loans.

Your husband was fleeing a sinking ship.

No.

That was my father's company.

It was worth a great deal when he passed.

I'm afraid that's not the case anymore.

What am I going to do?

You knew this was going to happen.

I knew there was a legal argument there

and I expected someone to make it eventually.

So why did we go through with this charade?

I didn't think it would happen on day one.

I thought we could do a little good and get some attention.

Attention?

So, what? You only wanted your name in the law books?

What's wrong with that?

I'm about to retire.

We all deserve a legacy of some kind.

I'm on your side, Miss Newsome.

But those that seek to stop us are correct.

They are not correct.

Just because the act uses the word "he" in some instances

doesn't mean that its use of the word "persons"

-excludes women. -That is the accepted reading.

-Accepted by who? -The courts. It is the law.

The law can change.

The law is not a stone.

It's a living thing... a tree that grows and expands

to protect the people it serves.

It is a good argument and well worth making.

But this is beyond my purview, Miss Newsome.

If you want to challenge the interpretation

of the British North America Act,

that's a battle that has to be won in the courts.

Miss Berger?

Is everything all right?

Yes.

Detective, have you ever been confronted

with a discrepancy between the law

and what you know in your heart to be right?

I apologize. It's a... a silly question.

No. No, it's not, Miss Berger.

I have been faced with that very discrepancy many times.

But we must follow the law

regardless of our personal feelings.

It is our job to enforce the law.

As members of the constabulary,

we hope the law fairly represents the people

we are sworn to protect.

But that is not always the case.

Ignoring the letter of the law

may come with grave consequences.

But that can also be true of following it.

But in law, just as in life,

only you can navigate your course.

Sir, wait! Wait!

Turn off the engine!

I need to ask you where you got this automobile.

Same mended wheel.

It's the same automobile, sir.

He says he bought it just this morning.

Uh, the seller was supposedly Godfrey Ambrose,

but the man did not match Ambrose's description.

Perhaps Mr. Ambrose's co-conspirator,

the man who fired the gun outside of the factory.

Why sell it now?

There's clay on these tires.

Still quite fresh.

Did the new owner happen to mention

taking this car off of the road?

He says he only drove it a few blocks, sir.

The type of clay found on the automobile

is very common to our surrounding areas.

But it is not fully desiccated,

meaning the automobile drove through one of these areas

very recently.

And where do we begin our search?

There is silica dust in this.

It's a byproduct of brick forming.

The Brick Works, sir?

There is a clay deposit very near to that.

It is my belief that the automobile

drove off of the road

in this part of the Don Valley in the past 24 hours.

Sir! I think I found something!

-Tire tracks. -Oh, very good.

But quite a ways from the main road,

and these are definitely fresh.

Henry!

Hel... Help! Help!

We'll get you looked after

as soon as we get back to the city.

Oh, thank God. Thank God. Oh.

How long have you been out here?

I don't know.

I suspect I already know, but, uh,

can you tell me your name?

Well, I'm Godfrey Ambrose.

Haven't you been looking for me?

We need a new space.

What's going on?

I've quit my job.

You've quit?

What are you going to do?

I've taken a bit of a leap.

I'm going to dedicate myself to something new,

which is why I need a space for half a dozen lawyers

to work for the next few weeks.

I have a room upstairs.

I was renting it out, but it's empty now.

-You can have it if you'd like. -Perfect.

Stop burying the lede and tell us you're planning.

I've filed a lawsuit

which challenges the interpretation

that women are not persons.

I'm going to be arguing in front of the Supreme Court of Ontario.

He-He was wearing a mask. He came toward me with a gun.

I panicked and stumbled.

He held up the gun. He s-struck me with it.

He didn't fire at you.

No. I heard the gunshot as he hit me.

The gun must have gone off errantly.

I woke up some time later.

It was dark.

I was in the luggage compartment of an automobile.

We drove, and eventually, he let me out

at the shack where you found me.

There will be a manhunt.

Are you all right to sit with a police artist?

Of course.

Maybe the kidnapper was biding his time

before making his ransom demand.

But for weeks?

It takes a lot of work to confine a man for that long.

There has to be another reason behind it.

We'll compare the sketch of Mr. Ambrose's kidnapper

to the description of the man who sold the car this morning.

Sirs.

Look at this. The Supreme Court.

-This is going to be trouble. -I saw.

There are demonstrations outside of Queen's Park already.

I don't like it one bit, sir.

Men and women are at war! If things turn violent,

those ladies won't stand a chance.

Now, I don't know about that, Constable.

The women are the ones fighting for the rights.

So?

People with something to fight for

often fight with desperation.

They'll do anything it takes.

There may be something in that, sir.

-What was that about? -No idea.

You were right, Louise.

I have become a bit of a celebrity.

I'm receiving mail from women all across Canada.

Nellie McClung,

Clara Brett Martin, dozens of others.

That's wonderful. You enjoying the limelight?

It's not all pleasant.

Take a look at this.

Ah. A death threat. Anonymous, of course.

I considered taking it to the police,

but I hardly think there's any point.

I've received dozens of these over the years.

I have a scrapbook.

Of course you do.

The people who write those are cowards.

Sad little men with nothing better to do with their time.

Don't let it get to you.

I won't.

Nothing's going to stop me.

Sir.

I spoke to the used auto salesman,

the one who made the sale a few days

before the kidnapping.

All of the documents are in Godfrey Ambrose's name.

Did the purchaser's description match Mr. Ambrose?

No, it didn't, sir. It was a woman.

She says she was Ambrose's wife.

Mrs. Ambrose purchased the automobile

in Mr. Ambrose's name.

You don't seem surprised, sir.

In the past weeks, Mrs. Ambrose

has been taking control of the company,

consolidated its debts,

and brought it back from the brink of collapse.

Should I bring her in, then?

Not just yet.

I'd like to look into something else first.

-Detective. -Miss Newsome.

I'm surprised to see you here.

As am I. I-I thought you'd left

the Crown Attorney's office.

Research.

I'm arguing in front of the Supreme Court.

Yes, I've heard.

That is quite an accomplishment.

Nothing's been accomplished yet.

I've been meaning to stop by the station house to thank you.

-For? -Camille Gauthier.

She was given a slap on the wrist.

A detective acted as a character witness on her behalf.

Her actions may have contravened

the letter of the law, but I believe

she's an honest young woman who spoke the truth,

even at risk to herself.

Did you find what you were looking for?

I believe I did.

We understand, My Lords, that law officers of the Crown

have considered this question before.

But their conclusions were based on facts extraneous

to the British North America Act itself.

The question before you is whether the word "person"

refers to a male person.

I contend that by virtue

of the Imperial Interpretation Act,

passed prior to the British North America Act,

the word "persons" must be construed

as including both sexes. The...

-No other... -Effie.

The argument is sound.

I have to get it right.

You know every word.

Clearly, I don't.

We've been over it time and again.

-You need to rest. -What if I'm missing something?

We may never get another opportunity like this.

I have to do everything possible

to give us the best chance of winning!

You have done everything you can.

What else is there, especially at the eleventh hour?

I don't know. But...

I have to do more.

This isn't just about a women's court.

If we win, suffrage will follow.

Women will be allowed to hold elected office. I cannot fail.

Well, there's no guarantee at success.

But there's also no one better to take this on

than Effie Newsome.

No other intent

having been expressed within the act itself,

the plain meaning of the word must prevail.

To hold otherwise would be to introduce a distinction,

which Parliament did not see fit to make...

Thank you for finding my husband.

Are you sure thanks are in order?

This is a petition for a divorce

initiated by you, one year ago.

Oh, yes. I wanted a divorce,

but my husband refused to grant me one.

So your petition was unsuccessful.

Yes.

It's no surprise.

A woman seeking a divorce in this province

must meet a much higher threshold than a man.

She has to prove adultery and an aggravating factor.

In this case, brutality.

He was violent toward you.

What exactly is this about?

Your petition was dismissed for lack of evidence.

And you did not have a police report

-to bolster your claim. -A police report of what?

There was no single incident.

He hurt me nearly every day for years.

But what does this matter? This is ancient history.

You filed a second petition for divorce

only last week, Mrs. Ambrose.

But this time,

you have a police report.

Mine.

Which confirmed Mr. Ambrose's infidelity,

as well as the fact that he fled Toronto.

It was your report. I merely submitted it.

This proved abandonment,

an aggravating factor,

which might grant a woman permission to have a divorce.

Yes. They're your words.

But they were precisely what you wanted me to write.

You provided the receipt for the brooch.

You purchased the automobile,

and you hired the man with the gun.

I did everything I could to get away from my marriage.

While a man could have walked away at any time,

the law didn't permit me that freedom.

So you took matters into your own hands.

The courts grant no rights to a woman.

Yes, I took things to extreme lengths.

I had no option!

So you kidnapped your husband

and planned to hold him until you got your divorce.

And then what?

Let him go.

By then, the divorce would be legal,

and the company would be under my control.

If he chose to fight me in the courts, so be it.

At least I'd have a chance.

I'm sympathetic to your situation, Mrs. Ambrose.

I really am.

But kidnapping a man is a serious offence,

one for which you may be sentenced to spend

time in prison.

Prison is a far cry better than staying with that man.

-Women at home! -Women are too emotional!

-Detective. You're here. -Wouldn't miss it.

It's not every day you get to witness

history in the making.

Well, we'll see about that.

It's a rather unconventional hairstyle for such a big moment.

Conventions can be changed.

No!

Effie!

Get Effie inside!

Come on!

Thank you.

-Are you all right? -Yes. Nothing happened.

The man tried to kill you.

I'm shaken, but I'm fine. Really.

He's been taken in.

The Inspector is sending more constables,

but that will take time. You should remain in here.

-For how long? -As long as it takes

to make things safe. A man tried to kill you.

-There could be more. -No, I-I have to go in there.

I'm due to be arguing my case right now!

-It will have to wait. -The courtroom is packed.

And behind that door is 300 people,

-any of whom could have a weapon. -We need to search them all.

-That could take hours. -I'm sure the Court will agree

to hear your argument another time

-under these circumstances. -Perhaps, but when?

This is the Supreme Court. That could take months!

-So we wait. -No! This is our chance.

I-I've given everything to this case. Why not my life?

How do these men sleep at night?

How can they say with a straight face

that women are not people?

Qualified persons.

-Whatever. -It's a legal distinction.

What do we do?

There's nothing we can do.

You said that before.

This time it's true.

The Supreme Court has made their decision.

It's done.

But i-it's not fair.

You risked your life for this. Someone tried to kill you.

Bravery doesn't guarantee victory.

Well, damn them.

They can't alter the fact that a change has already been made.

What change?

We haven't accomplished a thing.

Thousands of people have read about your fight.

Thousands of little girls

know that a woman was a judge and that men stopped it.

They know it's an injustice.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps those little girls are discouraged by our loss.

Well, I'm not giving up.

I'll keep writing about this.

We can mount another legal challenge.

I know it's silly to say, but...

you've inspired me.

I know I'm not the only one.

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