I would fight God Almighty Himself if He didn't play square with me

I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword. I will tell the truth wherever I please.

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

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

My friends, it is solidarity of labor we want. We do not want to find fault with each other, but to solidify our forces and say to each other: We must be together; our masters are joined together and we must do the same thing.

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.

But in Shimabukuro's hands, as he breaks out experimental jazz, lays down a steady blues train, or shreds on rock anthems, this little jumping flea becomes a melodic monster.