The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1933-12-06

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q The tenants keep on picketing in
rain and snow, The wind blows from
the river, sharpening itself against
the stone streets. houses, cutting
faces, hands and legs. Up and down,
around the corner Of 18th Street and
Avenue A the pickets march. From
stand on the corner speakers re-
cruit more forces to fight the evic-
tons by calling on all passing work
ers. The police and the dicks lord it
around the candy store across the
street.
Finally we hear that the evictions
have been delayed because of some
legal technicality or other The mass
evictions will start Monday.
Early Monday morning a group of
unemployed from the Downtown
Council marches up the street to help
lift the siege. One of them is a
plumber, out Of work two years. He
Is over so. His wife is religious and
will sell her soul for piece of candle.
She hopes he'll be deported because
he is a Red. Another is a iobless
.auctioneer. Then there are ex-service-
men, a Y.CL.er, who works all night
long as a counterman in a lunch
room, Russian girl married to
Negro who hurried down wheeling a
baby carriage. There are also Will
lard, California writer who was in the
San jose cannery workers strike.
Fuggiero, an Italian painter and
sculptor, Bart, a rabbits son, member
of the National Students League, a
statistician, an Office worker, members
Of the John Reed Club ready to give
chalk talks and picket to demonstrate
their solidarity with the striking
tenants.
We wait in the backyard for Klein,
the organizer, to open the street meet
ing. A bolt of light slides over the
tops Of the tenements. One Of the I'M
employed says, THE landlord thinks
just because he puts a few sticks into
old tubs and paints them the color of
gall and puts them in this backyard
he makes this a real paradise alley"
Another says, when artists and
writer's begin to get their backs up,
then times are pretty rotten"
1.-THE police, the loompen prole-
tariat, is out already"
The Russian girl holds her baby up
to her big breasts. when we seize
power, there will be no such shacks. !"
WE look up at the buildings hunched
W around the backyard A young
worker with lean face and ragged
coat speaks out. eyes, we will make
parks around here. Wen chop down
these disease nests and let the sun
come in free"
Another shakes his head. 1--WE got
to get more workers coming to our
side. They stand across the street.
They're scared. I hear one woman
say to her husband he shouldn't come
across, he'll get hurt. And he says
she shouldn't come, she'll get hurt.
So there they stand arguing. Neither
gets hurt, neither comes across"
The organizer hurries up with the
| speakers stand and the ten cent flag.
We grab signs. We swing into the
picket line. Some of us jump on the
stand. We thunder in English, Yid-
dish, and Italian.
Sam Stein of the LID. tells ell
about the landlord. The landlord
lives near Riverside Drive. He owns
900 rooms like the ones in these rat
trap tenements. Yet he himself won't
live in a single one of them. They're
not good enough for him. But he
wants workers to live in them. He
wants the workers to shut up, to have
toilets that freeze, not to try to get