If they want to hang me, let them. And on the scaffold I will shout Freedom for the working class!

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

I live in the United States, but I do not know exactly where. My address is wherever there is a fight against oppression.

My address is like my shoes. It travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.

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.

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

I am Mother Jones. The Government can't take my life and you can't take my arm, but you can take my suitcase.