I am not unaware that leaders betray, and sell out, and play false.
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.
My address is like my shoes. It travels with me.
What one state could not get alone, what one miner against a powerful corporation could not achieve, can be achieved by the union.
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.
Sit down and read. Educate yourself for the coming conflicts.
The strike of the miners in Arizona was one of the most remarkable strikes in the history of the American labor movement. Its peaceful character, its successful outcome, were due to that most remarkable character, Governor Hunt.
You know I took an oath to tell the truth when I took the witness stand.
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.
I have always advised men to read.