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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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You ought to be out raising hell. This is the fighting age. Put on your fighting clothes.
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I'm not a humanitarian, I'ma hell-raiser.
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Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives
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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.
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I will tell the truth wherever I please.
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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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The militant not the meek shall inherit the earth!
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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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Men's hearts are cold. They are indifferent.
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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?
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I'm not afraid of the press or the Militia.
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I believe that movements to suppress wrongs can be carried out under the protection of our flag.
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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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I live in the United States, but I do not know exactly where. My address is wherever there is a fight against oppression.
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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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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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The employment of children is doing more to fill prisons, insane asylums, almshouses, reformatories, slums, and gin shops than all the efforts of reformers are doing to improve society.
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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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All the average human being asks is something he can call a home a family that is fed and warm and now and then a little happiness once in a long while an extravagance.
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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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