ABSTRACT

You can hear the band playing, even before the parade comes into sight. Then here they are—thousands of women, all in white, marching six abreast, as far back as the eye can see. Some of the women are pushing baby carriages, others are grouped by their professions or unions or civic organizations. You might think that they would be smiling and waving to the crowd, but their faces are serious and they are looking straight ahead. This is no time for frivolity; these are women on a mission.