CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
JANUARY 1873
We were released from jail days before Christmas. James and Tennie urged me to take some time to rest before returning to the public eye, but I could not. Demosthenes had foretold I would be queen of this land. I may have lost the presidential election, but that was no reason for me to go into hiding. On the contrary, it gave me all the more reason to speak even louder. He never said 1872 was the year; that had been my assumption. There would be other elections.
By the beginning of the year, I was itching to speak out about my experiences at the hands of the United States justice system. I wrote my speech “The Naked Truth, or Moral Cowardice and Modern Hypocrisy” partially from my jail cell and wholly with the purpose of debuting it in Boston, right under
