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Far Beyond Woman Suffrage 
The Prices of the Vote
Book One
David McCracken

Genre: Alternative History
Date of Publication:  8/25/21
ISBN: 979-8464929616
Number of pages: 104
Word Count: 32,514
Cover Artist: PixelStudio

Tagline: “It isn’t just about women in long skirts finally voting!”

Book Description: 

It isn’t just about women in long skirts finally voting. The racists and the rich know that, and the politicians worry.

Mercy Martin has an inside view as the battle for woman suffrage nears a climax, but she encounters many puzzles.

So many women and Southern states oppose votes for women.  

So many people are afraid it would bring on free love, abandonment of family, economic catastrophe, or communism.

So many suffragists are willing to abandon black women voters.

From an innocent teen to a young adult, Mercy has a central role in the campaign. She advances from confinement in a suffragist jail cell to the national campaign for the suffrage amendment. She campaigns around Tennessee, ending at the capitol for the explosive climax in the last state that might ratify the amendment and grant the vote to women. 

Why should something so clearly right be so hard, and why were some bitter compromises made? Mercy is right in the middle, relied on by key players. Along the way, she acquires a husband, a baby, and better parents than she was born with.

This is an intimate view via alternative historical fiction, as accurate as it can be and as thoughtful and moving as it must be. In this first novella of a series, Mercy jumps into the campaign for woman suffrage and prepares for a vital role in the coming decades. She’ll continue on into the wider civil rights struggle growing out of woman suffrage. 

Exclusive Excerpt  

Armistice, 11/11/18

Too late, it’s over, this monstrous, useless war that took my Joe and so many other Joes. If women had been able to vote, perhaps we’d never have gotten in it. Well, President Wilson didn’t keep us out of war and hasn’t done much to get us the vote, but by God, getting women the vote better finally happen. His proposed League of Nations better keep us out of any more nonsense like another damned war!

Last night I dreamed Joe’s death telegram was a mistake. He’s coming home to our daughter and me. I saw his face, smiling reassurance, as always. Our time together was so short, but it will live in me forever.
When waking reality returns, these dreams are painful, but I wouldn’t give them up for anything.

It soon came out the United States had more than 320,000 casualties, including over 53,000 killed in action, 204,000 wounded, and over 63,000 non-combat-related deaths, due mainly to the Spanish influenza pandemic of 1918. And this was just to take sides in this European war with no interest for us. Never again! Please ….

Watch Fires and More, 1/1/19

I celebrate my nineteenth birthday by helping start a long-term watch-fire campaign in front of the White House. We burn a copy of President Wilson‘s lying lofty words about democracy in an urn to protest his hypocrisy. NDP protestors had done this several times over recent years before the end of the war, but this is intended to continue until he vigorously backs the suffrage amendment.Maybe until it passes Congress. We continued burning Wilson’s hypocritical statements as the days of the war continued,drawing criticism for being unpatriotic. And now, we still continue. Being patriotic.

On the Sentinels line today, the women display banners with messages like “President Wilson is Deceiving the World When He Appears as the Prophet of Democracy.” Shockingly, a group of sailors and soldiers rush us and overturn the urn burning Wilson’s statements. Like the president, they were afraid of anything that might interfere with the war effort and now,with him.

Alice asked me to bring my baby and Grandma to the fire to symbolize the movement’s support for all women. She’s so sweet with my little Sue. I wonder if she aches with her chosen lonely life of dedication to our cause. Afterward, I sit in the car and nurse my dear baby, wishing Alice could have the joyful experience of feeding a baby from her body.

With diminishing cooing, Sue sleeps all the way home in her basket on the back seat, so good a traveler. After I put her in her crib, still sleeping, and have my supper, I am soon asleep, too.

Tightening the Screws, 1/9/19

I am chatting with Sue White on a hot chocolate break across the street from the White House when word comes through. President Wilson hasdeclared his support for the suffrage amendment

“So, are we done, Sue?”

“No, not until he gets us the two Senate votes we need for the amendment. He thinks all he has to do is make a statement for us to be happy and leave him alone. As we say in West Tennessee, not ‘til the ‘coon hits the ground do you put your rifle down.”

“You don’t think we can trust him?”

“Look at the number of us arrested since New Years Day. That’s not a coon laying dead on the ground. It’s one forced to dodge around. So, we keep shooting. You’ll see. Burning speeches is protected speech, but there will be more physical attacks on us and jailings. All Wilson has to do is deliver. Then we stop.”

We’re making plans to burn the president in effigy soon. Sometimes I wish we could burn him for real. I’m afraid I’m becoming bitter, so young. Oh, Joe, I need you and your calm!

The Work Continues,1/13/19

After burning speeches,our members are attacked by schoolboys leading a mob. As the women light new fires, the mob moves on to thenearby NWP headquarters, where they pull down the watchfire bell and destroy banners. Eighteen of our women are charged with building fires on bordering government property and making disorderly speeches. Police release 12, who then return to the park and are arrested again. They refuse to post bond and go on a hunger strike. Officials are reported considering forcible feeding. On February 9, a hundred women demonstrate, burning speeches and a straw effigy of President Wilson with two thousand onlookers. 

I ask Sue as we eat lunch, “Why are people so terribly upset by the idea of letting women vote? I could understand when it appeared that we were opposing the country’s war policy. At least there was a fear of the dissention causing our men to be killed in the war. But the war is over.”

“I’ve puzzled about that, Mercy. Any time unity is threatened, I think fear arises from a feelingthat in disunity, there is weakness. This hostility after the peace is an extension of that fear, maybe, like a bad dream that continues to scare us even when we wake. The feeling persists. And bigoted people just seize on any reason, having none of their own.”

TouchĂ©. I mull that over. “But their reaction is so out of proportion to what we’re doing, asking to be allowed to vote.”

After a sigh, she says quietly, “And there’s racism. The idea of negro women voting, and perhaps helping to stop the ongoing blocking of their men voting, is terrifying beyond all reason. Guilt. The South knows what they’ve done and turn the guilt to fear and rage. On the subject of slavery, Jefferson said, ‘I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just, that his justice cannot sleep forever.’ ”


About the Author:

David McCracken became a political activist when the Supreme Court ruled against school segregation. Fellow students joined him in urging the school board in Winchester, KY, to integrate immediately. He campaigned for a Democratic governor and joined the ACLU before he graduated from the University of Kentucky. After debating at U.K., he got a degree in economics and a job with the U.S.  Department of Commerce.

When his daughters approached school age, he became increasingly concerned with how he wanted them schooled. Researching that, he decided teaching was what he really wanted to do. He got a master's degree in elementary education at Murray State University. He taught for several years, until the fact that his girls qualified for reduced-price lunches based on his salary got to him. Ronald Reagan's anti-government policies prevented him from returning to government work, so he took programming courses and shifted careers again. Programming was like being paid to solve puzzles all day, but teaching eventually drew him back until retirement.

For many years of this time, he was working intermittently at a novel that became Fly Twice Backward: Fresh Starts in Times of Troubles. This concerned his waking on his twelfth birthday, trying to figure out what had happened, following his new opportunities, and ultimately outliving an evil president resembling Donald Trump. After thirty-six years, David finally published it as an interactive alt-history Kindle novel. He soon started Far Beyond Woman Suffrage: The Prices of the Vote, an alt-history novelette dealing with the campaign for woman suffrage. He finished this piece in just ten months. At 81, he is bold(?) enough to plan this as the first of a six-volume set dealing with the far-reaching results and implications of woman suffrage. His completed novels and another in the works are presented for discussion on a new website,

David now lives with his third wife, stepdaughter, and step-grandson near Winchester, VA. He has a son from his second marriage, six grandchildren, and two stepchildren. And a funny black dog with four white feet.

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