Happy Mother's Day!
Mother's Day actually started in 1870 in the then ‘not-so-united states of America’. It did not start out as the flowers for Mom, breakfast in bed, a fluffy, sentimental Hallmark card holiday that exists today.
It started out as one woman’s impassioned plea for peace after the carnage of the
Civil War. Julie Ward Howe, an American poet, author,
social activist (who wrote the “Battle Hymn of the Republic” in
1861), was so distressed with the bloodshed and loss of life that she issued a proclamation calling
on the women of the world to unite in opposing war of any kind.
Keep in mind that the language of this proclamation reflects the society of the historical period in which it was written.
(Courtesy of Dr. Richard Denton, North American co-chair for International Physicians for the Prevention of Nuclear War)
Mother’s Day Proclamation
Again, in the sight of the Christian world, have the skill and power of two great nations exhausted themselves in mutual murder.
Again have the sacred questions of international justice been committed to the fatal mediation of military weapons.
In this day of progress, in this century of light, the ambition of rulers has been allowed to barter the dear interests of domestic life for the bloody exchanges of the battle field.
Thus men have done. Thus men will do. But women need no longer be made a party to proceedings which fill the globe with grief and horror. Despite the assumptions of physical force, the mother has a sacred and commanding
word to say to the sons who owe their life to her suffering. That word should now be heard, and answered to as never before.
Arise, then, Christian women of this day !
Arise, all women who have hearts, Whether your baptism be that of water or of tears !
Say firmly : We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies.
Our husbands shall not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country, to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs. From the bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own. It says: Disarm, disarm!
The sword of murder is not the balance of justice. Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence vindicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil at the summons of war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of council.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead. Let them then solemnly take council with each other as to the means whereby the great human family can live in peace, man as the brother of man, each bearing
after his own kind the sacred impress, not of Caesar, but of God.
In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a general congress of women, without limit of nationality, may be appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient, and at the earliest period consistent
with its objects, to promote the alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement of international questions, the great and general interests of peace.
— Julia Ward Howe