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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.

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Mother Jones
Age: 100 †
Born: 1830
Born: May 1
Died: 1930
Died: November 30
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Out of labor's struggle in Arizona came better conditions for the workers, who must everywhere, at all times, under advantage and disadvantage work out their own salvation
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a TEN-YEAR-OLD lad in Indianapolis who was arrested for picking up coal along the side of railroad tracks is now in jail. If the boy had known enough to steal the whole railroad he would be heralded as a Napoleon of finance.
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If they want to hang me, let them. And on the scaffold I will shout Freedom for the working class!
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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!
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I'm not a humanitarian, I'ma hell-raiser.
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Men's hearts are cold. They are indifferent.
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God almighty made women and the Rockefeller gang of thieves made the ladies.
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I believe that no man who holds a leader's position should ever accept favors from either side. He is then committed to show favors. A leader must stand alone.
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I'm not afraid of the press or the Militia.
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I preferred sewing to bossing little children.
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I know that there are no limits to which the powers of privilege will not go to keep the workers in slavery
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Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living
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Sometimes it seemed to me I could not look at those silent little figures that I must go north, to the grim coal fields, to the Rocky Mountain camps, where the labor fight is at least fought by grown men
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Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives
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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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Slowly those who create the wealth of the world are permitted to share it. The future is in labor's strong, rough hands.
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I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.
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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
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I want to hold a series of meetings all over the country and get the facts before the American people
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My address is like my shoes. It travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.
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