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You Ought To Be Out Raising Hell. This Is The Fighting Age. Put On Your Fighting Clothes.

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.

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

My Teachers Treated Me As A Diamond In The Rough, Someone Who Needed Smoothing.

I Am Not Blind To The Shortcomings Of Our Own People. I Am Not Unaware That Leaders Betray, And Sell Out, And Play False. But This Knowledge Does Not Outweigh The Fact That My Class, The Working Class, Is Exploited, Driven, Fought Back With The Weapon Of Starvation, With Guns And With Venal Courts Whenever They Strike For Conditions More Human, More Civilized For Their Children, And For Their Children's Children.