I Was Born In Revolution.

Slowly Those Who Create The Wealth Of The World Are Permitted To Share It. The Future Is In Labor's Strong, Rough Hands.

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.

I'm Not Afraid Of The Press Or The Militia.

Little Girls And Boys, Barefooted, Walked Up And Down Between The Endless Rows Of Spindles, Reaching Thin Little Hands Into The Machinery To Repair Snapped Threads

I Am Not Blind To The Shortcomings Of Our Own People.