Today The White Child Is Sold For

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.

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

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.

Mourn The Dead, Fight Like Hell For The Living

Injustice Boils In Men's Hearts As Does Steel In Its Cauldron, Ready To Pour Forth, White Hot, In The Fullness Of Time.