GENUINE ANSWERS PLEASE, HELP ASAP Read the passage. A Historic Day for Women In two months, my brother, Roger, would turn 21 years old. Roger was looking forward to his birthday because my father had promised him more responsibility at the haberdashery. I was envious of this milestone, but not because of the added duties my brother would take on in terms of the family business. It was because he would be allowed to cast his very first vote in a federal election in November. This struck me as the ultimate injustice. Roger did not know the first thing about politics or the people involved at the federal level, or the state level for that matter. As far back as I can remember I have been watching my mother and her friends propel the movement for equal voting rights in New York. They achieved a lofty goal three years ago when women were granted the right to vote in state elections in 1917. When I was disappointed upon realizing that the decision applied only to state and local elections, my mother encouraged me to trust that change was coming. “Many states across the country are already allowing women to vote in all elections,” she pointed out. “It’s only a matter of time until it happens here in New York.” My mother told me to be patient, and I knew that she had certainly been patient. Her mother had also campaigned for voting equality, as the marches, protests, rallies, and fundraising had been going on for 50 years. I couldn’t understand how the whole group was not completely exhausted by the effort. My mother and her friends would meet at one of their houses almost every night, after taking care of their families all day, to plan another rally or meeting. They did it all in the face of strong opposition from anti-suffragists who were threatened by the idea of a woman casting a vote. Somehow the failures and rejection never seemed to wear them down, and, in fact, failure seemed to encourage them. I watched the late night meetings that were held in our home, and I would see the women start to fade and become mentally drained as the evening wor