Didactic fiction; Political fiction; Social problems -- Fiction
"But we've won this strike now, so we've all got to think about the next
one. I don't know what trade it will be in. Perhaps you never heard of
the paper-box makers, or the artificial-flower makers, or the tassel
makers. There's men with families in those trades that never earned as
much as I did making vests. And the cigar makers--they're bad too. And
if you seen the places where they bake bread, you wouldn't never eat it.
It don't matter which way you look, the people that work ain't none of
them getting a square deal. They ain't getting a square deal from the
bosses. They ain't getting a square deal from the landlords. And the
storekeepers sell them rotten things for food. There's going to be
strikes right along, till everybody gets a square deal.
"Perhaps there's some of you never thought much about strikes till now.
Well. There's been strikes all the time. I don't believe there's ever
been a year when there wasn't dozens here in New York. When we began,
the skirt-finishers was out. They lost their strike. They went hungry
just the way we did, but nobody helped them. And they're worse now than
ever. There ain't no difference between one strike and another. Perhaps
they are striking for more pay or recognition or closed shops. But the
next strike'll be just like ours. It'll be people fighting so they won't
be so much slaves like they was before.
"The Chairman said perhaps I'd tell you about my experience. There ain't
nothing to tell except everybody has been awful kind to me. It's fine to
have people so kind to me. But I'd rather if they'd try to understand
what this strike business means to all of us workers--this strike we've
won and the ones that are coming. If I tell you how kind one woman wants
to be to me, perhaps you'll understand. You see, it would be fine for
me, but it wouldn't help the others any.
"Well. I come out of the workhouse to-day, and they tell me this lady
wants to give me money to study, she wants to have me go to college like
I was a rich girl. It's very kind. I want to study. I ain't been to
school none since I was fifteen. I guess I can't even talk English very
good. I'd like to go to college. And I used to see pictures in the
papers of beautiful rich women, and of course it would be fine to have
clothes like them. But being in a strike, seeing all the people suffer,
seeing all the cruelty--it makes things look different.
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