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.

I preferred sewing to bossing little children.

Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.

I am not blind to the shortcomings of our own people.

Today the white child is sold for two dollars a week to the manufacturers.

I want to hold a series of meetings all over the country and get the facts before the American people

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.