Martha Mitchell

Martha Mitchell, brassy, big haired, woman of the South

Arkansas simple sweet

A voice of her own that she loved to hear

And John Mitchell for a husband

Trouble. Trouble for the GOP

 

Nixon knew her kind and wasn’t worried

Seen gals like her at a thousand fund raisers

A voice that drove the crowd without directing

Unimportant, mildly amusing, slightly tipsy

Like a mascot for the party faithful

 

How could it be that a woman as common as biscuits

Became the sword they fell on

A voice in the night talking with reporters

A blinding light upon their crimes and folly

Martha, shut your mouth!

 

Martha, marked crazy, divorced and died alone

Abandoned by party, husband and child

A voice of her own she wanted others to hear

Forgotten now except as a political paradigm

To count no woman’s voice inconsequential

 

Louis William Rose

November 2004

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