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There seemed no sense of expectancy, no strain or feeling of fear. Look at the Post Office—is there lookinh private capital in that? Blazing with excitement, he went around bubbling with arguments. Outside the reception room patreson full of women and children, carrying packages, and pasteboard boxes, and pails full of dainties and little comforts lovingly prepared, which meant hungry and ragged wives and babies, so that the men might be comfortable in jail.
Most of them were still weak and exhausted from their terrible night before in the lockup.
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They had at last found a crime! I unite, I strike. He also sends little children there, where they mingle with dope-fiends, and tramps, and men with running sores upon their bodies—to the County Jail, where the air is foul and insufficient to breathe, and the food is full of dead vermin, and grown men become insane. I wondered how long they could stand it.
You good feller. And this while living men were fighting for their very existence and singing gloriously of the Brotherhood of Man!
Other officers came to the rescue, two of them, and supplied fresh epithets. Trained debaters, all these, in their Locals.
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Most of the strikers were Lopking already—but the Frenchman was bound to convert every man in that prison. I shook hands with Haywood, who introduced me to Pat Quinlan, the thin-faced, fiery Irishman now under indictment for speeches inciting to riot. Not a voice, not a movement from the crowd.
Pretty soon no more room. I soon found them repeating themselves, however, and told them so. The policeman filled a tin cup and brought it to the cell door. When the fat Deputy-Sheriff from the outer office came into the room the Frenchman made a dive for lioking, too.
We came into a long street, one side of which kinc lined with silk mills, the other side with the wooden tenement houses. Priest, he iss all a time keeping working-man down! That Englishman was a peach.
Then we go back on picket-line"—. He had the impudence to Bay the strike leaders and advise workmen to be respectful and obedient to their employers—to tell them that the saloons were the cause of their unhappiness—to proclaim the horrible depravity of Sabbath-breaking workmen, and more rot of the same sort. These were fiery-blooded Italians, and the police were the same brutal thugs that had beaten them and insulted them for nine weeks.
And if they should lose all their leaders other leaders would arise from the ranks, even as they rose, and the strike would go on I Think of it!
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Other policemen materialized, hustling, cursing, brutal, ineffectual. Their servants, the Police, club unresisting men and women and ride down law-abiding crowds on horseback. Surrounded by a dense crowd of short, dark-faced men, Big Bill Haywood towered in the center of the room. As the warmer light of full day came ppaterson people drifted loo,ing of their houses and began to pace back and forth, gathering in little knots on the corners.
They cannot lose!
The men quietly obeyed. It was the English-speaking group that held back during the Lawrence strike.
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I had to walk around him to mount the steps. He had been a Democrat for thirteen years, then suddenly had become converted to Socialism. Their paid mercenaries, the armed Detectives, shoot and kill innocent people. Some lpoking men, with here and there a man and woman together, or two young boys. No one answered back. A crowd of pickets had been jammed into the same lockup only three days before, eight paerson nine in a cell, and kept there without food or water for twenty-two hours!
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In groups or in couples the strikers patrolled the sidewalk. I could hear them outside, marching back to the picket-line with the mob who had waited for them at the jail gates. They were the strike—not Bill Haywood, not Gurley Flynn, not any other individual. Get out of that!
Several policemen shouldered roughly among them, looking for trouble. He had the same blind faith in Institutions that characterized his ancestors, the same intense fanaticism, the same willingness to die for an idea. Another cop took my arm and they gave me a shove.
Look at the Panama Canal. Suddenly appeared a policeman, swinging his club. Four of these jurymen were silk manufacturers, another the head of the local Edison compony—which Haywood tried to organize for a strike—and not one a workingman! He was the only Anglo-Saxon striker in prison except the leaders— and perhaps loo,ing only one who had been there for picketing.
Their newspapers, the Paterson Press and the Paterson Call, publish incendiary and crime-inciting appeals to mob-violence against the strike leaders. In spite of the horrible discomfort, fatigue and thirst, these prisoners had never let up cheering and singing for a day and a night!
Haywood and Quinlan had gone out on bail. And so the strikers passed out, cheering wildly. They must not lose again!
But not one showed discouragement; not one a of faltering or of fear. On the mill side of the street the picket-line had grown to about four hundred.