We Are the People

A tale of voting rights throughout history


We the People, are the first three words of the Preamble to the U.S. Constitution. In all, a fifty-two-word sentence with some mighty power.

We are the people; black, brown, white, native-born, or immigrant. We are the people, not based on our sex, gender, or who you love. And as such, we form our government.

In our current social climate, with our country experiencing deep divides surrounding racial and ethnic equality, voting rights, and economic disparities, one could argue we are 180 degrees from the original vision and intent of our founding fathers.

But have we been here before?

Is it a crime for a citizen of the U.S. to vote?

This year is the 100th anniversary of the 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, giving women the right to vote.

Throughout the late 1800s up until after WWI, women fought for their voices to be heard and to be recognized as a ‘person’ mentioned in the Preamble. Susan B. Anthony, a suffragette for women’s rights, was arrested and charged in 1872 for voting in a federal election, well before the ratification to the 19th Amendment.

If women had not gained the right to vote, were they considered ‘people’ under the words of the Preamble?



For Better or For Worse

3 reasons people tie the knot — in 1950, and today

My parents are celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary this month!

There are not very many statistics on how many couples reach their 70th wedding anniversary but it seems clear, not very many do. At eighteen years old, my mother looked at my dad and made him the happiest man on earth by saying, I do.

My parents married in 1950, a new decade of hope on the horizon with a rising US economy following WWII.

For better or for worse

Her options in 1950 were limited by today’s standards. My mother once spoke about either joining a convent or working as a nurse or secretary. Both jobs were considered ‘suitable’ for a woman. Until she married.

Today, I look at my 18-year-old daughter and see the whole world in front of her. School. Education. Travel. Friends. Career. Marriage is far, far down the list. Not only in my mind but in hers.

If my daughter came to me tomorrow announcing plans to marry, I would consider it a foolish move. Throwing her life away.

In 1950, the day my mom wed my dad, her life began.

At eighteen years old, my mother and my daughter are literally worlds apart.

So, how did our view of marriage change?