You Know I Took An Oath To

I Want You To Pledge To Yourselves In This Convention To Stand As One Solid Army Against The Foes Of Human Labor. Think Of The Thousands Who Are Killed Every Year And There Is No Redress For It. We Will Fight Until The Mines Are Made Secure And Human Life Valued More Than Props. Look Things In The Face. Don't' Fear A Governor; Don't Fear Anybody. You Pay The Governor; He Has The Right To Protect You. You Are The Biggest Part Of The Population In The State. You Create Its Wealth, So I Say, Let The Fight Go On; If Nobody Else Will Keep On, I Will.

Men's Hearts Are Cold. They Are Indifferent.

I Hope To Live Long Enough To Be The Great-grandmother Of All Agitators.

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.

Slowly Those Who Create The Wealth Of The World Are Permitted To Share It. The Future Is In Labor's Strong, Rough Hands.