I went West and took part in the strike of the machinists - the Southern Pacific Railroad, the corporation that swung California by its golden tail, that controlled its legislature, its farmers, its preachers, its workers.

...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.

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!

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'm not a humanitarian, I'ma hell-raiser.

I know that there are no limits to which the powers of privilege will not go to keep the workers in slavery

My teachers treated me as a diamond in the rough, someone who needed smoothing.