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I was born in revolution.
Freedom for the working class!
I will tell the truth wherever I please.
I'm not a humanitarian, I'ma hell-raiser.
I'm not afraid of the press or the Militia.
No matter what the fight, don't be ladylike!
Men's hearts are cold. They are indifferent.
Not all the coal that is dug warms the world.
Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living
You must stand for free speech in the streets.
I preferred sewing to bossing little children.
The militant not the meek shall inherit the earth!
I am not blind to the shortcomings of our own people.
Reformation, like education, is a journey, not a destination
Sit down and read. Educate yourself for the coming conflicts.
And who is responsible for this appalling child slavery? Everyone.
I am not unaware that leaders betray, and sell out, and play false.
I would fight God Almighty Himself if He didn't play square with me
You know I took an oath to tell the truth when I took the witness stand
I hope to live long enough to be the great-grandmother of all agitators.
Today the white child is sold for two dollars a week to the manufacturers.
God almighty made women and the Rockefeller gang of thieves made the ladies.
My teachers treated me as a diamond in the rough, someone who needed smoothing.
That is, the wife must care for what the husband cares for if he is to remain resolute.
You ought to be out raising hell. This is the fighting age. Put on your fighting clothes.
My address is like my shoes. It travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.
I believe that movements to suppress wrongs can be carried out under the protection of our flag.
If they want to hang me, let them. And on the scaffold I will shout Freedom for the working class!
I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword. I will tell the truth wherever I please.
I want to hold a series of meetings all over the country and get the facts before the American people
I know that there are no limits to which the powers of privilege will not go to keep the workers in slavery
I am Mother Jones. The Government can't take my life and you can't take my arm, but you can take my suitcase.
What is a good enough principle for an American citizen ought to be good enough for the working man to follow.
Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.
Slowly those who create the wealth of the world are permitted to share it. The future is in labor's strong, rough hands.
I live in the United States, but I do not know exactly where. My address is wherever there is a fight against oppression.
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!
What one state could not get alone, what one miner against a powerful corporation could not achieve, can be achieved by the union.
I have never had a vote, and I have raised hell all over this country. You don't need a vote to raise hell! You need convictions and a voice!
...Poetic injustice...having made over Japan in our own image. The Japanese, ...are now, next to us, the greatest consumers of meat in the world.
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
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.
Out of labor's struggle in Arizona came better conditions for the workers, who must everywhere, at all times, under advantage and disadvantage work out their own salvation
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 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.
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?
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.
The employment of children is doing more to fill prisons, insane asylums, almshouses, reformatories, slums, and gin shops than all the efforts of reformers are doing to improve society.
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