Without The Power Of The Industrial Union

We, At Least, Are Not Loyal Men: We Confess To Having More Respect And Honour For The Raggedest Child Of The Poorest Labourer In Ireland Today Than For Any, Even The Most Virtuous, Descendant Of The Long Array Of Murderers, Adulterers And Madmen Who Have Sat Upon The Throne Of England.

The Irishman Frees Himself From Slavery When He Realizes The Truth That The Capitalist System Is The Most Foreign Thing In Ireland. The Irish Question Is A Social Question. The Whole Age-long Fight Of The Irish People Against Their Oppressors Resolves Itself In The Last Analysis Into A Fight For The Mastery Of The Means Of Life, The Sources Of Production, In Ireland. Who Would Own And Control The Land? The People, Or The Invaders; And If The Invaders, Which Set Of Them - The Most Recent Swarm Of Land Thieves, Or The Sons Of The Thieves Of A Former Generation?

Apostles Of Freedom Are Ever Idolised When Dead, But Crucified When Alive.

Whoop It Up For Liberty! After Ireland Is Free, Says The Patriot Who Won't Touch Socialism, We Will Protect All Classes, And If You Won't Pay Your Rent You Will Be Evicted Same As Now. But The Evicting Party, Under Command Of The Sheriff, Will Wear Green Uniforms And The Harp Without The Crown, And The Warrant Turning You Out On The Roadside Will Be Stamped With The Arms Of The Irish Republic. Now, Isn't That Worth Fighting For?

The Irishman In English Literature May Be Said To Have Been Born With An Apology In His Mouth.