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“This is the fate which awaits many of the middle class and the wage-class. What are you going to do about it? Are you going to serve notice on these thieves, and highway robbers, sitting in high places of “honor” and “trust,” that by the eternal god of justice, and by the manhood in you, that you will not, in this land of plenty, allow your children to become the mere hirelings and dependents upon the sweet will of their children?”

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Lucy Parsons
Lucy Parsons

Lucy Parsons (1853-1942) was a prominent American feminist and socialist activist. She actively participated in labor movements and the women's rights movement, making a profound impact on American social change. more

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