My address is like my shoes. It travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.
Mother JonesLittle 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
Mother JonesSlowly those who create the wealth of the world are permitted to share it. The future is in labor's strong, rough hands.
Mother Jones