Industrial freedom. [volume] (Edison, Wash.) 1898-1???, 1898-07-23
Revolt Of the Bees.
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get their miserable pittance in tie
shape of wage, they 60 home to their
howell in some back street; they strug-
gle on bravely- overcoming trials and
temptations for time, but at last they
break down. down you know theirfate,
they are swallowed up in the darkness
and forgotten. While the carriage of
the factory lords sweeps past, splashing
the mud on the passers by, he goes to
his palatial mansion bcdccked with all
the luxury the inventive brain Of the
Iproletdire can create; he goes to church.
he supports the pious shepherds OF the
people, he poses as an ornament to So
cicty. But if you tore the mask from
his face, You would see in him a vile
monster who coins the very sweat drops
Of these children into ornament, to be-
deck his and my ladies' persons. lfyou
have a touch of ~ mpathy in your nature.
you will come on the side of those who
are working for the overthrow OF this
vile system. which murders men. wo-
men and children in mind and body.
which fills the mad houses and prisons
with its victims. who may otherwise
have led good and happy life.
You will see that q few united in nut
tual .devotednesa in the cause Of the
struggle of humanity, can do more
than all the unthinking tyrante that
exist who merely devote their time to
clutching at one another's throat while
they tread all that is good and true in
the mud beneath their feet.
You will worl; with us in the Revo-
luton that already shows signs Of very
soon DISCRIMINATING this system. which
keeps the producers of wealth chained
to ignorance. misery and want. Many
of you turn up your eyes at the mention
of Revolution. What is the Revolution?
Listen to what Mrs. Lucy Parsons says:
why, the Revolution is the very
breath of life, that stupendous struggle
for relief. | hear it in the cold damp
mines of Siberia; hear it in the sunny
cline of Italy: | hear it across the
mighty Atlantic's waves: l hear it in
the prison of Joliet: in the state of Hill
nois. Wherever men and women be-
meath the sun want better homes. bet
ter clothing. better food. Do you call
the miserable novels where you live
from Monday morning till Saturday
night your homes? Hence we want to
revolutioniZe YOUR so-called civilization.
In music we know there is but one lam
guage. 50 we Revolutionists have but
one sign. We know that we belong to
one common brotherhood: and that it
is only despots who believe because you
happen to be born on another boundary
line you should attack others. fthere
is to be any blood letting in the near
future we will turn our guns upon the
common enemy. When masters want
wars, from where do they get Their
materials: They call them from the
NOthSlOl) anu from tile SOll lildl some
despot may pile state to state and
conquer.
I'VE have only one enemy to conquer
and that enemy is poverty, and it is
known to all nations"
Poverty is the fruit of the system. it
has its sources from which it gains sub
sistence. They are monopoly. authori-
ty. d wine right tyranny and supersti-
ton: we must tear up the deadly upas
tree by the roots: the fruit. poverty"
will die of its own accord and then it
will be possible for the realization of
that grand Ideal: Liberty, Equality.
and Fraternity.
They tell Us we are but a few, maybe
we are: but we are the few that have
awakened, we have but to awaken all
our fellow-slaves who toll for the graft
iication of the few. and our ranks swell
and swell. until We become great null
titude before which tyranny and impos-
tire can never hold it, sway II. +.
Bach. in the Australian Radical.