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.— Mother Jones
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You ought to be out raising hell. This is the fighting age. Put on your fighting clothes.
I know that there are no limits to which the powers of privilege will not go to keep the workers in slavery
Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.
If they want to hang me, let them. And on the scaffold I will shout Freedom for the working class!
Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living
The employment of children is doing more to fill prisons, insane asylums, almshouses, reformatories, slums, and gin shops than all the efforts of reformers are doing to improve society.
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.
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
Reformation, like education, is a journey, not a destination
No matter what the fight, don't be ladylike!
a TEN-YEAR-OLD lad in Indianapolis who was arrested for picking up coal along the side of railroad tracks is now in jail. If the boy had known enough to steal the whole railroad he would be heralded as a Napoleon of finance.
Some day the workers will take possession of your city hall, and when we do, no child will be sacrificed on the altar of profit!
The militant not the meek shall inherit the earth!
All the average human being asks is something he can call a home;
a family that is fed and warm; and now and then a little happiness; once in a long while an extravagance.
I would fight God Almighty Himself if He didn't play square with me
In Georgia where children work day and night in the cotton mills they have just passed a bill to protect song birds. What about the little children from whom all song is gone?
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
Slowly those who create the wealth of the world are permitted to share it.
The future is in labor's strong, rough hands.
My address is like my shoes. It travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.
I hope to live long enough to be the great-grandmother of all agitators.
My teachers treated me as a diamond in the rough, someone who needed smoothing.
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.
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
What is a good enough principle for an American citizen ought to be good enough for the working man to follow.
I am not blind to the shortcomings of our own people.
Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives
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.
You know I took an oath to tell the truth when I took the witness stand
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.
I have never had a vote, and I have raised hell all over this country.
You don't need a vote to raise hell! You need convictions and a voice!
And who is responsible for this appalling child slavery? Everyone.
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.
Men's hearts are cold. They are indifferent.
I am not unaware that leaders betray, and sell out, and play false.
I am Mother Jones. The Government can't take my life and you can't take my arm, but you can take my suitcase.
What one state could not get alone, what one miner against a powerful corporation could not achieve, can be achieved by the union.
Whatever your fight, don't be ladylike.
Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.
The miners lost because they had only the constitution.
The other side had bayonets. In the end, bayonets always win.
I preferred sewing to bossing little children.
I'm not a humanitarian, I'm a hell-raiser.
I'm not a lady, I'm a hellraiser
I have always advised men to read
...Poetic injustice...having made over Japan in our own image. The Japanese, ...are now, next to us, the greatest consumers of meat in the world.
I will tell the truth wherever I please.
You must stand for free speech in the streets.
Freedom for the working class!
I want to hold a series of meetings all over the country and get the facts before the American people