RECLAIM THE NIGHT 2007
SATURDAY 24 NOVEMBER 2007
Assemble 6pm Trafalgar Square


Women’s march to University of London Union for mixed rally for men and
women with speakers, stalls, bands and DJs til late Reclaim your right to party!

In Britain, there are an estimated 47,000 rapes every year. And each year, an estimated 300,000 women are sexually assaulted (British Crime Survey 2001). Yet Britain’s conviction rate is the lowest ever, at just 5.3 per cent.

To get involved or for more information, contact the London Feminist Network:
www.ldnfeministnetwork.ik.com or e-mail londonfeminist@yahoo.co.uk
 

 SLACKERs will be on the singing block with these songs – come and join us!

RECLAIM THE NIGHT 
(Peggy Seeger) 
 
Though Eve was made from Adam’s rib 
Nine months he lay within her crib 
How can a man of woman born 
Thereafter use her sex with scorn? 
For though we bear the human race 
To us is given but second place 
And some men place us lower still 
By using us against our will 
 
If we choose to walk alone 
For us there is no safety zone 
If we’re attacked we bear the blame 
They say that we began the game 
And though you prove your injury 
The judge may set the rapist free 
Therefore the victim is to blame 
Call it nature, but rape’s the name 
 
CHORUS: Reclaim the night and win the day 
We want the right that should be our own 
A freedom women have seldom known 
The right to live, the right to walk alone without fear 
 
A husband has his lawful rights 
Can take his wife whene’er he likes 
And courts uphold time after time 
That rape in marriage is no crime 
The choice is hers and hers alone 
Submit or lose your kids and home 
When love becomes a legal claim 
Call it duty, but rape’s the name 
 
And if a man should rape a child 
It’s not because his spirit’s wild 
Our system gives the prize to all 
Who trample on the weak and small 
When fathers rape, they surely know 
Their kids have nowhere else to go 
Try to forget, don’t ask us to 
Forgive them — they know what they do (CHORUS) 
 
When exploitation is the norm 
Rape is found in many forms 
Lower wages, meaner tasks 
Poorer schooling, second class 
We serve our own, and, like the men 
We serve employers — it follows then 
That bodies raped is nothing new 
But just a servant’s final due 
 
We’ve raised our voices in the past 
And this time will not be the last 
Our bodies’ gift is ours to give 
Not payment for the right to live 
Since we’ve outgrown the status quo 
We claim the right to answer “No!” 
If without consent he stake a claim 
Call it rape, for rape’s the name 

FIGHTBACK

Lyrics and Music by Holly Near

By day I live in terror,

By night I live in fright

For as long as I can remember,

A lady don’t go out alone at night

No, a lady don’t go out alone at night

CHORUS

And so we’ve got to fightback! In large numbers

Fightback! I can’t make it alone

Fightback! In large numbers

Together we can make a safe home

And so we’ve got to fightback! In large numbers

Fightback! I can’t make it alone

Fightback! In large numbers

Together we can make a safe home

But I don’t accept the verdict,

It’s an old one anyway

Cause nowadays a woman can’t go out

Even in the middle of the day

No, can’t even go out in the middle of the day

CHORUS

Women all around the world,

Every colour, religion and age

We have all one thing in common,

We can all be battered and raped

We can all be battered and raped

CHORUS

Some have an easy answer,

Buy a lock and live in a cage

But my fear is turning to anger

And my anger is turning to rage

And I won’t live my life in a cage — no!

CHORUS

Something Inside So Strong

The higher you build your barriers 
The taller I become 
The farther you take my rights away 
The faster I will run 
You can deny me 
You can decide to turn your face away 
No matter, cos there’s…. 
 
Something inside so strong 
I know that I can make it 
Tho’ you’re doing me wrong, so wrong 
You thought that my pride was gone 
Oh no, something inside so strong 
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong 
 
The more you refuse to hear my voice 
The louder I will sing 
You hide behind walls of Jericho 
Your lies will come tumbling 
Deny my place in time 
You squander wealth that’s mine 
My light will shine so brightly 
It will blind you 
Cos there’s…… 
 
Something inside so strong 
I know that I can make it 
Tho’ you’re doing me wrong, so wrong 
You thought that my pride was gone 
Oh no, something inside so strong 
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong 
 
Brothers and sisters 
When they insist we’re just not good enough 
When we know better 
Just look ’em in the eyes and say 
I’m gonna do it anyway x 4 
 
Something inside so strong 
And I know that I can make it 
Tho’ you’re doing me wrong, so wrong 
You thought that my pride was gone 
Oh no, something inside so strong 
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong 
 
Brothers and sisters 
When they insist we’re just not enough 
When we know better 
Just look ’em in the eyes and say 
I’m gonna do it anyway x 4 
 
Because there’s something inside so strong 
And I know that I can make it 
Tho’ you’re doing me, so wrong 
Oh no, something inside so strong 
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong

BREAD AND ROSES

As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day, 
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray, 
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses, 
For the people hear us singing: “Bread and roses! Bread and roses!”

As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men, 
For they are women’s children, and we mother them again. 
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; 
Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses!

As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead 
Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread. 
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew. 
Yes, it is bread we fight for — but we fight for roses, too!

As we come marching, marching, we bring the greater days. 
The rising of the women means the rising of the race. 
No more the drudge and idler — ten that toil where one reposes, 
But a sharing of life’s glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses!

We Were There  
by Bev Grant

 We have ploughed and we have planted  
 We have gathered into barns.  
 Done the same work as the men  
 With babies in our arms.  
 But you won’t find our stories  
 In most history books you read.  
 We were there and we’re still here  
 Fighting for the things we need.

 Cho: We were there in the factories,  
  We were there in the mills,  
  We were there in the mines,  
  And came home to fix the meals.  
  We were there on the picket lines,  
  We raised our voices loud.  
  It makes me proud, just knowing  
  We were there.

 From the textile mills in Lawrence  
 To the sweat shops in New York,  
 From the fields in California  
 Where our children had to work,  
 We fought to make a living  
 Bread and roses was our cry.  
 Though they jailed and beat our bodies  
 Our spirit never died.

 We were Polish, We were Irish  
 We were African and Jew  
 Italian and Latina  
 Chinese and Russian, too  
 They tried to use our differences  
 To split us all apart  
 But the pain we felt together  
 Touched the bottom of our hearts.

 We are teachers, we are doctors,  
 We are cooks and engineers.  
 Letter carriers, truck drivers,  
 Conductors and cashiers.  
 We operate machinery,  
 We fly the big airplanes.  
 And we help to build our unions,  
 We got struggle in our veins.