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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.

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Mother Jones
Age: 100 †
Born: 1830
Born: May 1
Died: 1930
Died: November 30
Human Rights Activist
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Teacher
Trade Unionist
Union Organizer
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