Men's Hearts Are Cold. They Are Indifferent.

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.

Some Day The Workers Will Take Possession Of Your City Hall, And When We Do, No Child Will Be Sacrificed On The Altar Of Profit!

I Believe That Movements To Suppress Wrongs Can Be Carried Out Under The Protection Of Our Flag.

I Preferred Sewing To Bossing Little Children.

Your Ancestors Fought For You To Have A Share In That Institution Over There. It's Yours. See The School Board, And Every Friday Night Hold Your Meetings There. Have Your Wives Clean It Up Saturday Morning For The Children To Enter Monday. Your Organization Is Not A Praying Institution. It's A Fighting Institution. It's An Educational Institution Along Industrial Lines. Pray For The Dead And Fight Like Hell For The Living!