Pankhurst vs Anthony: petition or protest?

I broke windows and starved in cells because polite requests were filed and forgotten; deeds, not words, moved Parliament.

I cast my ballot, stood trial, and refused to pay the fine—law itself became my platform, and I never threw a stone.

Fifty years you lectured and petitioned, yet died with no vote; my militancy shook it loose in a single generation.

And your smashed glass gave your enemies their headlines—I built the argument they could never break, and it outlived us both.