I would fight God Almighty Himself if He didn’t play square with me.
The militant not the meek shall inherit the earth!
My friends, it is solidarity of labor we want. We do not want to find fault with each other, but to solidify our forces and say to each other: We must be together; our masters are joined together and we must do the same thing.
I live in the United States, but I do not know exactly where. My address is wherever there is a fight against oppression. My address is like my shoes; it travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.
Freedom for the working class!
Injustice boils in men’s hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.
I went West and took part in the strike of the machinists – the Southern Pacific Railroad, the corporation that swung California by its golden tail, that controlled its legislature, its farmers, its preachers, its workers.
And who is responsible for this appalling child slavery? Everyone.
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 want to hold a series of meetings all over the country and get the facts before the American people.
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 have always advised men to read.
Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives.
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.
My address is like my shoes. It travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.
Today the white child is sold for two dollars a week to the manufacturers.
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.
That is, the wife must care for what the husband cares for if he is to remain resolute.
I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword. I will tell the truth wherever I please.
Not all the coal that is dug warms the world.