Reformation, like education, is a journey, not a destination

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.

You must stand for free speech in the streets.

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

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!

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

Freedom for the working class!