Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives
I know that there are no limits to which the powers of privilege will not go to keep the workers in slavery
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.
Reformation, like education, is a journey, not a destination
I would fight God Almighty Himself if He didn't play square with me
And who is responsible for this appalling child slavery? Everyone.