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

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

In Georgia where children work day and night in the cotton mills they have just passed a bill to protect song birds. What about the little children from whom all song is gone?

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 am not blind to the shortcomings of our own people. I am not unaware that leaders betray, and sell out, and play false. But this knowledge does not outweigh the fact that my class, the working class, is exploited, driven, fought back with the weapon of starvation, with guns and with venal courts whenever they strike for conditions more human, more civilized for their children, and for their children's children.

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

What one state could not get alone, what one miner against a powerful corporation could not achieve, can be achieved by the union.