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On this day, March 1 8, the people wakened. If they had not, it woul d have bee n the triumph of some king; instead it was a triumph of the people . M arch 1 8 could have belong e d to the allies of king s , o r t o foreigners , o r t o the people . It was the people's . . F ro m : Louise M i c h e l , Memoires. (Tra n s . -Ed. ) Louise Michel Open letter defe n d i n g the seizi ng of the g u ns in M ontma rtre After Lou ise Michel led the women of Mon tmartre to p ro tect can n o n deployed on the h i l l overlooking Paris, Versailles leader Adolphe Thiers told the newspapers tha t the can n o n belong to the s ta te and n o t the people.
One shell fal l i n g across the trees covered m e with flowered branches, w h i ch I d ivided up betwee n two tom b s . My comra d e s c a u g h t m e , a n d o n e o rd e re d m e n o t to move a bout. They made m e sit down o n a b e n c h . But noth i n g is as stub born as a wo m a n . In the m id st of all t h i s , J a ro s l av D o m b rowski passed i n front of us sadly, o n h i s way to b e k i l l e d . " I t's over, " h e told me. "No, no," I said to him, and h e held out both h i s hands to m e .
I t had to b e that way. T he wind that blew through the ruin where I was born, the old people who brought me up , the solitude a n d freedom of my child hood, the legends of the H aute-Marne, the scraps of knowledge g leaned from here and there - all that opened my ear to every harmony, my spirit to every illumination , my heart to both love and hate. Everything intermin gled in a sing le son g , a single dream, a single love: the revolution . As far back as I can remember, the origin of my revolt against the powerful was my horror at the tortures inflicted on animals.