Slowly those who create the wealth of the world are permitted to share it. The future is in labor's strong, rough hands.

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.

No matter what the fight, don't be ladylike!

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

I was born in revolution.

You know I took an oath to tell the truth when I took the witness stand

And who is responsible for this appalling child slavery? Everyone.