Slowly those who create the wealth of the world are permitted to share it. The future is in labor's strong, rough hands.
Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.
All the average human being asks is something he can call a home; a family that is fed and warm; and now and then a little happiness; once in a long while an extravagance.
I'm not a humanitarian, I'ma hell-raiser.
I would fight God Almighty Himself if He didn't play square with me
I hope to live long enough to be the great-grandmother of all agitators.
I am not unaware that leaders betray, and sell out, and play false.
Freedom for the working class!
a TEN-YEAR-OLD lad in Indianapolis who was arrested for picking up coal along the side of railroad tracks is now in jail. If the boy had known enough to steal the whole railroad he would be heralded as a Napoleon of finance.
In Georgia where children work day and night in the cotton mills they have just passed a bill to protect song birds. What about the little children from whom all song is gone?
And who is responsible for this appalling child slavery? Everyone.
My address is like my shoes. It travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.
Not all the coal that is dug warms the world.
I have always advised men to read
I am not blind to the shortcomings of our own people.
Today the white child is sold for two dollars a week to the manufacturers.
Sometimes it seemed to me I could not look at those silent little figures; that I must go north, to the grim coal fields, to the Rocky Mountain camps, where the labor fight is at least fought by grown men
I'm not afraid of the press or the Militia.
But in Shimabukuro's hands, as he breaks out experimental jazz, lays down a steady blues train, or shreds on rock anthems, this little jumping flea becomes a melodic monster.
I believe that movements to suppress wrongs can be carried out under the protection of our flag.
Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives
What is a good enough principle for an American citizen ought to be good enough for the working man to follow.
I am Mother Jones. The Government can't take my life and you can't take my arm, but you can take my suitcase.
I nursed men back to sanity who were driven to despair. I solicited clothes for the ragged children, for the desperate mothers. I laid out the dead, the martyrs of the strike.
I was born in revolution.
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