Freedom For The Working Class!

I Am Not Blind To The Shortcomings Of Our Own People. I Am Not Unaware That Leaders Betray, And Sell Out, And Play False. But This Knowledge Does Not Outweigh The Fact That My Class, The Working Class, Is Exploited, Driven, Fought Back With The Weapon Of Starvation, With Guns And With Venal Courts Whenever They Strike For Conditions More Human, More Civilized For Their Children, And For Their Children's Children.

I Believe That No Man Who Holds A Leader's Position Should Ever Accept Favors From Either Side. He Is Then Committed To Show Favors. A Leader Must Stand Alone.

Little Girls And Boys, Barefooted, Walked Up And Down Between The Endless Rows Of Spindles, Reaching Thin Little Hands Into The Machinery To Repair Snapped Threads

You Ought To Be Out Raising Hell. This Is The Fighting Age. Put On Your Fighting Clothes.

I Asked A Man In Prison Once How He Happened To Be There And He Said He Had Stolen A Pair Of Shoes. I Told Him If He Had Stolen A Railroad He Would Be A United States Senator.