When The Man Who Feeds The World

Across The San Joaquin Valley, Across California, Across The Entire Southwest Of The United States, Wherever There Are Mexican People, Wherever There Are Farm Workers, Our Movement Is Spreading Like Flames Across A Dry Plain.

From The Depth Of Need And Despair, People Can Work Together, Can Organize Themselves To Solve Their Own Problems And Fill Their Own Needs With Dignity And Strength.

When Workers Fall Back On Violence, They Are Lost. Oh, They Might Win Some Of Their Demands And Might End A Strike A Little Earlier, But They Give Up Their Imagination, Their Creativity, Their Will To Work Hard And To Suffer For What They Believe Is Right.

Until The Chance For Political Participation Is There, We Who Are Poor Will Continue To Attack The Soft Part Of The American System - Its Economic Structure. We Will Build Power Through Boycotts, Strikes, New Union - Whatever Techniques We Can Develop. These Attacks On The Status Quo Will Come, Not Because We Hate, But Because We Know America Can Construct A Humane Society For All Its Citizens - And That If It Does Not, There Will Chaos.

What I Do Shows People What Kind Of Person I Am.