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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region Forums"Has any one ever told you, my children, about the lives you are living, more so that you may
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understand how it is you pass your days on earth? Have you told each other about it and thought it over among yourselves, so that you might imagine a brighter day and begin to bring it to pass? If no one has done so, I will do it for you today. I want you to see yourselves as you are, Mothers and children, and to think if it is not time you look on yourselves, and upon each other. Let us consider this together, for I am on of you, and I know what it is to suffer."
So the old lady, standing very quietly in her deep, far-reaching voice, painted a picture of the life of a miner from his young boyhood to his old age. It was a vivid picture. She talked of the first introduction a boy had to those dismal caves under the earth, dripping with moisture often so low that he must crawl into the coal veins; most lie on his back to work. She told how miners stood bent over until the back ached too much to straighten, or in sulpher water that ate through the shoes and made sores on the flesh; how their hands became cracked and the nails broken off in the quick; how the bit of bacon and beans in the dinner pail failed to stop the craving of their empty stomachs, and the thought of the barefoot children, at home and the sick mother was all too dreary to make the homegoing a cheerful one....
And so, while he smoked, the miner thought how he could never own a home, were it ever so humble; how he could not make his wife happy, or his children any better than himself, and how he must get up in the morning and go through it all again; how that some day the fall of rock would come or the rheumatism cripple him; that Mary herself might die and leave him, and some day there would be no longer for him even the job that was so hard and old age and hunger and pain would be his lot. And why, because some other human beings, no more the sons of God than the coal diggers, broke the commandment of God which says, "Thou shalt not steal." and took from the toiler all the wealth which he created, all but enough to keep him alive for a period of years through which he might toil for their advantage.
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It was printed here but the source is Mother Jones, 1904. I added the bold.
110 years, replace the mine shaft with a cubicle or stainless steel service counter, still Them and Us (That's a good book too)
Mother Jones autobiography is a good read. And still timely.
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"Has any one ever told you, my children, about the lives you are living, more so that you may (Original Post)
jtuck004
Apr 2014
OP
So true, and so powerful. Saddest part of all of the plight of our exploited workers
anneboleyn
Apr 2014
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Octafish
(55,745 posts)1. Fearless Mother Jones
el_bryanto
(11,804 posts)2. Well worth reading and remembering. nt
anneboleyn
(5,611 posts)3. So true, and so powerful. Saddest part of all of the plight of our exploited workers
is when they vote for their own worst overlords, champions of the corporate greed destroying these generations of men, for political office, to hold positions of power in the mining community, etc.