The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1927-08-23


Since the day I saw you last
had always the idea to write you
this letter, but the length of my hun
ger strike and the thought l might
not be able to explain myself, made
me put it off all this time.
The other day I ended my hunger
strike and just as soon as I did that
thought Of you to write to you, but
find that 1 did not have enough
strength and l cannot finish it at
one time.
I never thought that our insepara-
bic life could be separated but the
thought of seven dolorous years,
makes it seem it. did come. But then
it has not changed really the unrest
and the heart beat of affection. That
has remained as it was. More I say
that our ineffable affection recipro-
cals is today more than any other
time, of course. That is not only a
great deal but it is grand because
you can see the real brotherly love,
not only in the joy, but also and more
in the struggle of suffering. Re-
member this, Dante. We have DEM
onstrated this, and, modesty apart,
we are proud of it.
Much we have suffered during this
long calvary. We protest today as
we protested yesterday. We protest
always for our freedom.
If l stopped my hunger strike the
9th r day, it was because there was
no more sign of life in me. Because
protested with my hunger strike
yesterday, as today l protest for life
and not for death.
l sacrificed because 1 wanted to
come back to the embrace of your
dear little sister, Inez, and your
mother and all the beloved friends
and comrades of life not death. So,
sonny, today life begins to revive
slow and calm, but yet without hori-
ION and always with sadness and vi
sions of death.
Tears Wasted.
Well, my dear boy, after your
mother had talked to me so much
and I had dreamed of you day and
night, how joyful it was to see you
at last. To have talked with you
like we used to in the days-in those
days. Much l told you on that visit
and nlorG | wanted to say, but | saw
that you will remain the same affec-
tionate boy, faithful to your mother,
who loves you so much, and I did not
want to hurt your sensibilities any
longer, because l am sure that you
will continue to be the same boy and
remember what l have told you.
knew that and what here l am going
to tell you will touch your sensibili-
ties, but don't cry, Dante, because
many tears have been wasted, as your
mothers have been wasted for seven
years, and never did any good
Told To Comfort Mother.
So sonny, instead of crying, be
strong, so as to be able to comfort
your mother, and when you want to
distract your mother from the dis
couraging soulness, 1 will tell you
what l used to do. To take her for
long walk in the quiet country,
gathering wild flowers here and
there, resting under the shade of
trees, between the harmony of the
vivid stream and the gentle tran
guilty of the mother nature, and l
am sure that she will enjoy this very
much, as you sure would be happy
for it. But remember always, Dante,
in the play of happiness, don't you
use all for yourself only, but down
yourself just one step, at your side
and help the weak ones that cry for
help, help the prosecuted and the vic
tim, because they are your better
friends; they are the comrades that
fight and fall as your father and Bar
tolomeo fought and fell yesterday for
the conquest of the joy of freedom
for all the poor workers. In this
struggle of life you will find more
love and you will be loved.
| am sure that from what your
mother told me about what you said
during these late terrible days when
| was lying in the ubiquitous death
house--that description gave me hap
piness because it showed that you
will be the beloved boy l had always
dreamed.
Praises Comrades.
Therefore, whatever should happen
tomorrow, nobody knows but if they
should kill US, you must not forget to
look at your friends and comrades
with the smiling gaze of gratitude as
you look at your beloved ones be-
cause they love you as they love
everyone of the fallen prosecuted
comrades. l tell you, your father
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