that people -- story,y weekend coming up this story,y presidents day weekend, saturday at 6 pm eastern on the civil war. author edward acorn talks about his book, every drop of blood, about abraham lincoln's second inaugural speech, considered one of the greatest speeches in american political history sunday, at 2 pm is stern, on our history, virginia coleman talks are experiences as a chemist for the manhattan project -- project at oak ridge, to build the atomic bomb. and monday, at 7:30 pm eastern, on american artifacts, photographer and storyteller, john, on the 42, giant bus of american presidents created by sculptor, david attics, decaying on a private property, in virginia, explore the american story. watch american history tv, this weekend. on c-span 3.

>> next on american history tv, historical interpretation group known as the legendary ladies, portrayed notable women from western history, including sharpshooter any oakley, and labour activists, mother jones. held by the golden history mist -- of cold in colorado. this is about 50 minutes. to hear the stories of real women who made a significant impact on the west. welcome sharon, legendary ladies. >> good evening, and welcome. i would like to give a special thanks to megan murphy, who just left us. for inviting the legendary ladies to visit with you today. the women of the west were quite varied. you need only look at the constants -- or listen to the stories they tell, to understand this. some women came west with husbands or fathers, who are in search of gold.

opportunity, or land in the west. often, the landscape encountered was quite different from the one they left behind. some had to learn new skills, in order to survive. some women were born here. and others, came for their own reasons. but, each was met with a challenge. due to their gender, or their path they chose. so, let's take a step, back in time. and bring history, alive. we in an air, when opportunities for women were limited, annie oakley's amazing ability with a gun, proved that women, could do just as well, or perhaps better than men. we >> howdy. we history, only oakley was my stage name. but i was christened phoebe and

meiosis ministers like to call me -- they thought phoebe was too fancy. as soon as i was big enough to lift my dad is hunting rifle, he taught me how to shoot. but my daddy died when i was six. i left my mama and an awful way, we were dirt poor. when i got a little bigger, i discovered a way to help my mom, i saw a squirrel nibbling on the fence post outside our cabin and i decided to shoot it. i got my dad is long by a rifle, from above the fireplace, and filled it with enough gunpowder to kill a buffalo. and that was no easy task, because the barrel of the rifle is taller than me. eyeballing that's grow a place the long gun on the railing of the front porch, and pulled the trigger. when all that smoke cleared, that squirrel -- shot cleanly through the head. i still think is one of the best, shots i have ever made.

i spent my days hunting, to provide food for my family. with my mother would often say to me, we phoebe and moses, stop shooting, you are supposed to be going to school to be prepared to be wife a mother. not shooting. but, i continue to provide fresh game for my family. i became so skilled at it, that a sole part of my kill to the local grocer. soon, customers were specifically asking for birds and game shot only by me. they knew i brought down the game with a clean shot through the head, and not through the body. that's way diners win crack 13th on a buck shot. i don't know how acquired the skill, i guess i was just born with it. it was so difficult for my family with, for my mom to keep our family together. things had gone from bad, to

worse in 1870, when i was ten, mom had just sent me to the county core farm, to live i was hired out to have a family in the next county, which wasn't unusual. but, it turned out to be a nightmare. they locked me in closets, they kicked me out in the snow one night because i fell asleep while -- . they worked me have to death, from morning till night. i felt like a slave. after staying with them for two years, i could not take it any longer. so iran a way back to the county -- form. the people who around the place took me in, and treated me like one of their own but i taught me how to read and write. in 1875, i left visit my married sister in cincinnati ohio while there, -- so part of my game to the hotel but the hotel keeper knew my

reputation as a shooter, and arrange the shooting match between me and a professional shooting exhibition their name frank butler. and the prize was 50 dollars. i overheard mr. butler say, this should be easy money, out shooting some farm boy. but was he and for the surprise of his life. we were both down 25 libelous. and when the last shots rang out, i had downed 23 to franks 21. it was the first time frank butler ever lost a shooting match. i won the contest, and frank's heart. we were married august 23rd, 1876. frank joined -- the circus with a new partner. when, they were to peer, and springfield ohio, grand became

ill. so frank asked if i would help. during the performance, frank missed several shots. a man in the audience stood up and yelled, let the girls shoot. the audience -- audience went wild. a team of butter and oakley was born never did like the last name moses, i thought i needed a new last name to go along with my new career as a performer, and oakley sounded like a better stage name. when we appeared, in st. paul minnesota, the sue indian chief -- it was in the audience. he insisted that he meet me. he said, i reminded him of his daughter. who had died. any offered to adopt me. he gave me several presents, and nicknamed me little sure shot. we became lifelong friends. we set our sights on buffalo, bill kobe's wild west show when

we had heard the speech marksman had quit, we approached cody about joining he was skeptical, at first. he did not think 110 pound girl could lift a ten pound rifle. but, he agreed to a tryout. frank through one clay pigeon after the other into the air, and i shot every single one of them starting with my right hand, switching to my left. , when i was finished a man standing in the corner watching, came running out yelling, fine. wonderful. it turned out, it was cody's business partner, and hired us on the spot back cody and i didn't always see eye to eye, but he was the kind of person i ever met -- he called me little missy. he agreed that it was smart for his part in a high-risk, and made me a feature performer and shows. and i did plenty of trick shooting performances. i would often shoot backward,

holding a rifle over my shoulder, holding a mirror aiding -- aiming at a target behind me. i started shooting from horseback, that certainly was a crowd pleaser. but it was my accuracy, that made the crowd gasped in astonishment. in 1887, cody took the whole troops -- as part of the american exhibition for queen victoria's golden jubilee. the prince of whales and his wife attended the performance, and i had the chance to meet them. but, according to tradition, you always greeted the prince first. but, i shook hands with the princess first. i said you have to excuse me, please, i am an american. and in america, ladies come first. i had the privilege of meeting queen victoria, who made a rare appearance at one of our performances. she called me a very clever little girl.

after being abroad for three and a half years, life began to take its toll on the road. the train taking us home crashed, i was severely injured, that cinched the decision to leave the wild west.

-- board games and cut outs have all celebrated my amazing career. i want to thank you all for coming to the show today, and i hope to see you at our next performance. [applause] [applause] >> this gutsy physician treated all elements, including the deadly spanish influenza of 1918. me doctor susan anderson. [applause] [applause] >> ma'am, ma'am? it's dave. dave is all torn up from the barbed wire, real bad. i heard you were a doctor.

please help. that's all i got. that's what the young man said to me inside the general store in frasier, colorado. i didn't want anyone to know that i had tuberculosis, but i needed more time to heal. but my hypocritical with gave me no choice. iran home, picked up my medical bag, and followed the cowboys to a corral. whereas dave, he pointed to a horse. it was common for country doctors to treat livestock, but i felt like a fool, no matter with help, i got the;f"oy:■i hoe untangled and sewn up. after that, folks decided i was a good healer in spite of being a woman. i cured myself and stop patients all over frazier, charging 25 cents for a house

call. i rarely collected cash, but lots of firewood. ten years later, in a single day, officials canceled church, canceled school, even had to forbid people from attending funerals. in 1918, the worst epidemic ever to hit this planet, the spanish influenza, arrived. no one knew what to do about this horrible disease, let alone this physician. i am susan anderson, medical doctor. some folks call me dr. seuss. denver doctors told me about the spanish influenza. some said it started in the trenches of france in the last months of the great war. some said it started in a military camp in fort riley, kansas. there was a massive outbreak that began as a nasty cold that either got better in a few days or killed the patient. the flu offense kept the young

and elderly, but sucked the life from robust adults in their twenties, including serviceman. while we won the great war, the spanish influenza was the deadliest battle. i worked day and night, going from house to house. so many needed my help. and if i could not get them within 12 hours of onset, they often died. bodies were everywhere. houses on roads were dumped in graveyards. i never felt so helpless. doctors knew it spread by coughs and simply by breathing, but no one knew how to curate, not even the surgeon general of the united states. his advice? avoid wearing tight shoes in the gloves. [laughs] the spanish flu disappeared as quickly as it came. it's simply vanished. in 16 months, it killed 14

million people around the world, from the united states to the south islands. with the invention of the electron microscope two decades later, scientists discovered a virus caused the disease. it never came back again. i saw many ways to prevent other diseases. i was often called to lumber camps, and while there, i gathered women and children for physical exams and administered smallpox and diphtheria vaccinations. then it inspected the area, spotting poor health practices. moving away from the creek, we don't want a typhoid epidemic here. any good doctor knows, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. i kept my medical bag stocked with standard supplies, including bundles of dressings that i boiled and ironed to

kill bacteria, a dental kit, and surgical tools. on a typical day i would pull it tooth and deliver a baby on the kitchen floor. when i could, i traveled by train to colorado general hospital in denver for supplies and caught up on medical advances with university physicians. he knew i worked under primitive conditions, without a laboratory or x-ray machine. they considered me the best diagnostician on the western front. however, it did not take a doctor to diagnose drunkenness and booze would make my job harder. many medical problems stem from alcohol abuse. seizures, beatings, gunshot wounds, drinking alcohol ruined lives. i used it for one reason, to get my patients through

surgery. since i never stopped narcotics, i told many away, go ahead and give a little whiskey for the pain. so i was thrilled when prohibition ended and -- most folks, well, they figured out how to get around without it anyhow. one way it was lidia pink comes vegetable compound made from herbs and 20% alcohol, advertised as claimed. cures all women's ills. if they had a craving for alcohol. i told my patience, it is mostly liquor, throw it out. i don't think they heated my device. folks everywhere brewed their own hooch. i asked sheriff fletcher why he

couldn't stop them. he said if i arrested every moonshine or, all the men in the county would be in jail, including county officials and state legislators. then who would vote for me? frasier valley became moonshine territory for crime bosses looking to make a profit. everyone knew that i hated them. the sheriff deputized me and included me on many raids. i grabbed my medical bag, my hat, and my acts. i joined up with the deputies and treasury men in the forest. you are all under arrest, and i would start. i love smashing those stills. prohibition was an exciting time for me. i may have been a little

eccentric, since i never threw anything away. my house was full. but i created a narrow pass through stacks of books. i even hit my cash in those stacks. eventually, i had little space for patients, no room for food, so i often dropped in at mealtime at people's homes whenever i felt like it. i did not eat much, and i like to visit. besides, it was a good way to collect on some bills. i heard charlie warner begged himself and elk. think you. [applause] [applause] >> and now we have, all the way from san francisco, the lady who went to blazes,

lili kohut. i was known as fire rebel ill. i was 20 years old, fighting fires alongside firemen. that's when a gossip columnist for harper's weekly heard about me. she reported that i could single-handedly rescue man women and groups of children from burning buildings, carry them down from dizzying heights on my shoulders, clinging to frail ladders. my skirt ablaze. to tell the truth, i was a firefighter. i helped manned the hook and ladder. i saved lives. i was not afraid of fire. let's go back to my beginning. i was born in 1843 to wealthy parents. my father was an army doctor and when i was still a young

girl, he was appointed medical director of the entire pacific coast. we moved from kentucky to san francisco, but it was a very difficult time for me. i've battled with my mother constantly. i wanted to wear trousers. but mother forced me to wear dresses and act like a lady. at age 15, i had to hold a little girls tea party downtown san francisco. we were in a second floor room. the hotel was being renovated. one of the workman must have gotten careless with a kerosene lantern, because right in the middle of the tee and crump it's the room filled up with smoke. i tried the door. it was blocked. it was so hot. outside, i heard the fire.

it was station number five. they threw the hoops to the roof and called up the ladders. i pushed those screaming girls out the window one by one. i pulled the fireman out. except two of them who ran back in when the wall started to collapse. i climbed on a fireman's back and rode him right out of the blaze. i leapt up and that's when i fell in love with the bravery, the excitement, the danger of fire fighting. from that moment on, i followed the lattice from number five to every fire i could. they inhaled me as their official good luck mascot. i still remember the thrill of that sound as the horses galloped past the house.

wait for me. i cheered them on with my speaking trumpet. fight that fire, boys. i converted a man's uniform trousers into a split skirt. it could below in the wind and snag on a ladder. once, i raced to a fire on telegraph ill, one of the highest points in san francisco. as they used hand pumps to pump up the water pressure, i took up the fire hose, pointed it at the fire, straight at the new town fire commissioner. i turned the hose right at him when he said get the women out of here. don't you touch me, you bully. he stopped just long enough. i swung back towards the fire. started up, boys.

the water pressure was strong enough to knock a man down, but i had an iron grip on that fire hose and nothing could make me let go. i would like to tell you a few things about fighting fires in san francisco in 1860. the firefighters were all volunteers and each district had their fire station. in the event of a fire, the first company to arrive at the conflagration was awarded, here it is, a fox tale. they hung it proudly outside the fire station. on the next fire call, if a rival company responded first, the fox tale passed to them. this caused fierce competition between fire companies who accused each other of invading their districts, trying to gain a publicity. furthermore, the first company to arrive had the right to refuse help for other fire

companies, even when they knew they didn't have enough water to put the fire out. because a pride in his management, countless buildings burned to the ground. somebody had to talk to those firefighters. well, i tried it. i said, why risk your lives and the lives of your comrades for a fox tail? you must be willing to accept help, from other fire companies well, they refused to listen to me. by this time, i was not only number five, mascot but also their financial sponsor. i bought the steam engine for the fire wagon in 1868, and a new team of horses. i proposed a full dress parade. for all the volunteers, to show the people of san francisco, the fine men and machines protecting their city.

calamities liked that idea. the rivals from far houses -- who were fighting earlier, began to talk to each other the parade became an annual event. before long, city officials decided that the volunteers should be paid city employees. i had a hand in that was i eccentric? more than once i left the formal dinner party, and fought a fire in my best down. i am irena howard court -- san francisco stock exchange. a big booming blow heard of a man, beneath my social standing. irritate him, i saw some time shaved my head and were different color week, every day. i loved to gamble. those gambling houses on north beach did not allow women. so, i dressed like a man, and some of the time i got in. i played poker with the best of

them. i am really quite, when i died in 1929, i left the city 118,000 dollars, to build a monument honoring the firefighters. they erected a massive white concrete tower, 210 feet high. a top telegraph hill, made out of concrete. and they named it quite tower. it overlooks the statue of three brave volunteer firefighters from knickerbockers station, number five. the big fret -- best friends i've ever known. thank you very much. but >> don't let mother jones frail appearance deceive you. hell half no fury, like a woman with a cause. >> my my my, look at all you

folks out there. i heard my union boys did a good job they knew all in here today. let me introduce myself, my name is mary harris jones my boys like to call me, mother jones. now, did you know that i and considered one of the most dangerous women in america? it's true. and, it's all because of my union organizer. i get involved in unionism, and around about ways. as my husband george is densification for them -- lost george and my children to yellow fever in 1867. i knew, somehow, i had to go on with my life. i want to chicago, i found work as a seamstress. while i was in chicago, a great fire erupted and i lost everything. well, i was devastated and i did not know where to go for help. so, i turned to the union. i became aware of their crusade, to improve the conditions of the working lives.

i thought, they can use my help. so, here i am. mighty heartened to see all you folks out here today, seeking information about our union. i will have to admit, that union membership is fraught with danger. -- money power political influence, they use all of it in order to maintain control of the minors, and the deplorable conditions in which you work. for me to come to you, with a message of improving your lives and working conditions through unionism, it is indeed a risky business. i harbor no illusions as to my vulnerabilities. in fact, i recently saw a picture, of another union organizer who died at the hands of a group of arms union busters. i was amazed that was not me. i do not deceive myself at my old age. -- or even my sweet grainy face. will protect me, because it will not. they say that i live in the

belly of a shark, i believe it's. now, i duo a good measure of my remaining -- to the fact that i maintain complete solidarity with the working class. these men, women and children, harbor and protect me. and they keep me out of the hands of the policies. of course, it also helps that i have a darn good instinct for getting me and my work publicized. but, i do have my detractors. there is no love lost between visit and that newspaper reporter -- that goody two shoes will print anything and everything that she can. against my work. and, i have a number of detractors. among those highfalutin women of the woman's suffrage movement. that feeling is mutual. they say i am a paradox. because i do not support women's suffrage, and yet, i do believe that women have strengths, not yet discovered.

i don't pity the poor women of the working class. they have resourcefulness, and pride, a joy of life and tremendous faith. and, reality revolves around putting food on the table -- their houses, warm and their children clothes. and they lived with a constant fear of mine accidents. those horrible accidents, the killer husbands an overnight music families, destitute. i guess there's been many a grieving mother, we've made a very difficult decision of sending her children to work in the minds. because the family had lost a means of support. we and so, the older boys, would take the father's place in the deep dark coal depth of the mines, doing backbreaking work, while their younger brothers, woodwork to shoots, pulling rock out of the chunks of coal, or they would man the trap doors, where they let the mules in and out, of the mind, -- mind where they pulled carts.

their younger brothers, would be doing other chores that were also needed, around the mines. if this was not bad enough, then i heard about the horrible conditions, of the children working in a textile mills, down south. so, i went undercover. and presented myself to a male man, as a person seeking employment. when i told him, that i had other family members that were also seeking employment, and children, he hired me on the spot. so, the next day, i went to work. and when i went into the building, i saw them. children. six, seven, eight, nine, ten years old. working alongside their parents. they were working amidst the horrific noise and dust in the middle. they were climbing under the equipment to oil the machines. they were reaching into -- to replay or broken threads.

they were carrying the heavy stains -- they worked eight-hour days. for ten cents a day. and, there was younger children there to. who would be assisting their older brothers and sisters. because they too, which soon renounce their childhood, and become a wage earner at the age of six. the children started their work they, at 5:30 in the. morning and by the time they took their monday -- they were exhausted. and many would fall asleep, over their lunch buckets. only to be aroused a week, to go back to work. that was their only release. they had no playtime with. the children looked old for their years. and there were many injuries, broken missing fingers. maimed hands. maimed arms. and illnesses and. it we consumption bronchitis pneumonia, getting caught a

machinery. sunday was their only day off. at which time they were expected to go to church. and then they would have a little playtime. most were too tired to even participate in play. i met maggie, a sweet little 11-year-old, when i stayed with her mom. it was maggie's day off, and her mom asked her, if she wanted to go to play. but she said no. that she was just too tired. so, she slept. and then the next day, she went back to work. them they carried her home that afternoon, and later out. she had gotten caught in machinery and got killed. so you may wonder why are the children and school? two things. the families were so poor, and they had so many children, because they did not know how to not have children. and so -- all the people had to, work in order to keep food on the table. only when a child was injured, was that child would be allowed

to go to school. and all of the schools were not adequate, at least it gave the children a chance, for a semblance of a childhood. moreover, the concept of a required free public school education originated in the 19th century. but, it wasn't until 1918, that it became a requirement. that all children should have, at a minimum, elementary school education -- unionists were working tirelessly, to eliminate the worst cases of child labor. and, a few states have actually -- but we have a long way to go. i was in recruiting. and west virginia, pennsylvania. when i got a call -- about a lot of you folks, don't realize there were so many coal fields in colorado. around louisville and marshall,

and in the northern part of the state. graphic county. and the county of the western part of the state. trinidad, rosenberg -- cameron, many many more. our first arrived in trinidad, in 1914. i came as a request of the miners who asked for my help, in the struggle against john the rockefeller. as an works based in pueblo. the working conditions were horrible. with my courage event, 8000 myers went on strike with these demands. shortly thereafter, so the state's governor called out the militia. the militia, under general chase, was not neutral. and when they arrived in trinidad, a general immediately ordered me out of the state. so, i had to go. and then, -- when i did the general had me

place under military confinement, in trinidad. where i stayed for a number of weeks. and then, he threw me into a rat infested jail for several more weeks. all doing this time, 11,000 minors, statewide, heeded the call to go on strike. in colorado resembled a war zone. both sides armed and ready to shoot. when i finally got out of jail, it was immediately -- sent out to washington. to appear before congressional committee -- while it was gone, the states militia decided to take matters into its own hands. early in the morning of april 20th, 1914, they attacked the little town that we call -- they attacked with guns in machine guns. and with fire. the next day, -- mine as we get back into the camp. they found over 20 people dead. men, women and children.

all dead from gunshots or suffocation where the state and the nation were horrified that this would have been. the miners were enraged, they began attacking, and destroying the mines in mine buildings, owned by raqqa filler in the trend of the area. the killings continued. colorado stared into the -- racial hatred. as soon as i could, i came back to my boys in colorado, and i convinced him to keep a level head that helped soon be on the way. and the help of becoming with a rival of federal troops and place them on a mission in the coal fields strike finally ended in december, sadly. it was no victory for my minus. because none of the issues have been addressed. and so the struggle was on and on and on. oh goodness gracious, look at the time. the rally is about ready to start, and i have to spooked. i do hope to see you there.

>> when our men went off to war, ray wilson found a way to help on the home front. . we >> train is coming. we heard the shout, and eagerly line the platform and the north flat station, to surprise our man when they pulled into the depot. it was december 17th, 1941. and warhead recently been declared. i am ray wilson, i was hoping to see my brother, captain denver wilson, who commanded one of the nebraska and companies, rumored to be on that train. women and girls had brought cookies and cupcakes, cigarettes, magazines. and gifts for our man going off to war. the train, pulled into the station and stopped, to take on coal and water. we scanned the windows,

searching for familiar faces. where are you boys from? kansas. company de of the national guard. disappointment set in as we realized, we had been misinformed. well, i'm not taking these cookies, home i said and stepped up, to pass out goodies to the soldiers above me. and, the other women followed suit. such grateful smiles, cheers, and thankyous. i practically floated a home, remembering the scene. and following day, i wrote a letter. to the editor of the daily herald. proposing, that we began a venue that would greet every troop train coming through. i volunteer, to organize and around this venture, free of

charge. the following week, we opened the north played canteen, on christmas day. the idea caught on, as whole towns from as far as 150 miles away, grand island nebraska to the east, jules burke colorado to the west. signed up, four times to come to north, wet and mandy operation. what started out as cookies and cupcakes, soon ballooned into a full buffet. as people gave what they could. we kept records. here is what was brought in on just one day. 127 fried chickens. 58 dozen cookies. 68 dozen donuts, 73 pounds of coffee. 160 loaves of bread, and comparable amounts of eggs, ham, lunch meat, cupcakes, cigarettes, playing cards. 600 dollars, and more.

peeling eggs, was the first task of the morning. as bushels of eggs were delivered daily, along with homemade mayonnaise, that we transformed, into egg salad sandwiches. pheasant sandwiches were favorite in season. and sometimes, out of season. women whipped turkey ed wakes into angel food takes. a special treat, thanks to donated sugar rations. and, every service member is celebrating a birthday, got back on board, with the cake. to share. popcorn balls were especially popular, because of a surprise tucked inside. a slip of paper, with a girl's name and address. many pen pals resulted, and even one marriage. with a train pulled into the station, and dozens of men,

sometimes servicewomen too, hopped off and ran into the station lunchroom for their ten to 15 minute refuelling break. across the room, they found long tables, filled with food. we at the side wall, there is a table laden with books, magazines, life, look, readers digest. and cigarettes and candy bars, have disappeared in a flash. everything was free. at the far end, they could get their shoes shined, or, sing along to the songs coming up from the upright piano. don't sit under the apple tree, -- pardon me boys we set a new get you to we >> will be seeing you, and all the -- and all the familiar places. and young girls, lined up. eager to dance, or just talk.

we this frenzy repeated itself 18 to 32 times a day, and into the night. it was exhilarating. we too soon the train whistled and the man scampered back on board to -- continue their journeys, to who knows what future. some, would never return. we the room, which had been crowded, and noisy, was suddenly empty. and quiet we and then we got busy. , to greet the next train. i was often on dishwashing duty. a never-ending chore. some men climb back on board carrying their coffee cups. or eight ounce bottles of milk. the conductors collected these, put them off at the following station, for the next incoming

train to bring back to us, to wash. and use again. we received mail from all over. man on the front lines wrote to say, how much it meant to them, to have one place, unique in the nation. where they could see friendly faces on their cross-country journeys, to unknown destinations. their wives, mothers, sweethearts, thank this, for our service. some of those notes, included money. to help with expenses. one letter came from the white house. saying, i heard you are doing some good things out there. along with the czech. for five dollars. signed by president franklin roosevelt, himself. we august 14th, 1945, be -- the war was over. our troops were coming home. and we were there, to welcome

them again. we stayed open, eight more months, until the final trip train came through, and we took down our sign. the canteen operated for 51 months. meeting dozens of trains, every day, rain shine or blizzard. greeting over 6 million servicemen and women. if you visit north plant today, you will not see the train station. they tore that down, years ago. but, you may look upon a statue of me. in a small victory garden, besides the veterans memorial. when people ask, why did your town contribute to the war effort? i stand proudly and say, we may not have had a big war industry. but, north flat, exported

morale. we gray, wilson -- that we quite, and mother jones. these women, survived with their with, and determination. they, and countless others paved the way, for the freedom and individuality, women enjoy today. please join me and saluting their courage. you are >> you're watching american history tv, every

weekend on c-span 3, explore our nations past. american history tv, on c-span 3. created by americas cable television companies and today, brought to you by these television companies, to provide american history tv to viewers as a public service. weeknights this month, we are featuring american history tv programs, as a preview of what is available every weekend, on c-span 3. on friday night, we take a look at african american history. since the 19 seventies, david pilgrim has collected everyday objects, that mock and the humanize african americans. the founder and director of the jim crow museum of racist memorabilia, argues that although the artifacts are offensive, they can be used as teaching tools to promote conversation, and understanding. via zoom, we visited the museum effort state university, and big rapids michigan. and see a selection of an out of their out effects. watch friday, beginning at 8 pm eastern, and enjoy american history tv, every weekend.

on c-span three. >> american history tv, on c-span 3. exploring the people and events that tell the american story, every weekend. coming up this presidents day, weekend. saturday, at 6 pm eastern, on the civil war. author edward acorn, talks about his book, every drop of blood. about abraham lincoln's second inaugural speech, considered one of the greatest speeches, in american political history. sunday, at 2 pm eastern, on oral histories, virginia coleman describes her experiences, as a chemist for the manhattan project, at elk ridge. to build the atomic bomb. and, monday, at 7:30 pm eastern, on american artifacts, photographer and storyteller, john -- on the 42 giant bust of american presidents, created by sculptor, david attics. decaying on a private property, in virginia. explore the american story,

watch american history tv, this weekend. on c-span 3. >> up next on american history -- talks about black cowboys in the american west. on the range, on the stage, behind a badge. he spoke about the experiences a black cowboys, from the early 19th century, to present day. how about it to soar a cultural center, and mars and colorado, this is about an hour. >> i met cowboy mike, at the western history association conference, it's a conference of academics, from many different universities. and, historians, they give their papers. and they are recognized as western historians. i see them at these conferences which are