about the grim stone building were black with
police. The newspapers fed the public imagination with stories of
uprisings and jail deliveries.
But there were no uprisings, no jail deliveries, except that of Louis
Lingg, the only real preacher of violence among all the condemned
men. He outwitted the gallows by biting a percussion cap and blowing
off his head.
The Sunday following the executions, the funerals were held.
Thousands of workers marched behind the black hearses, not because
they were anarchists but they felt that these men, whatever their
theories, were martyrs to the workers' struggle. The procession wound
through miles and miles of streets densely packed with silent people.
In the cemetery of Waldheim, the dead were buried. But with them was
not buried their cause. The struggle for the eight hour day, for more
human conditions and relations between man and man lived on, and
still lives on.
Seven years later, Governor Altgeld, after reading all the evidence in
the case, pardoned the three anarchists who had escaped the gallows
and were serving life sentences in jail. He said the verdict was
unjustifiable, as had William Dean Howells and William Morris at the
time of its execution. Governor Altgeld committed political suicide by
his brave action but he is remembered by all those who love truth and
those who have the courage to confess it.
CHAPTER III
- A STRIKE IN VIRGINIA
It was about 1891 when I was down in Virginia. There was a strike in
the Dietz mines and the boys had sent for me. When I got off the train
at Norton a fellow walked up to me and asked me if I were Mother
Jones.
"Yes, I am Mother Jones."
He looked terribly frightened. "The superintendent told me that if you
came down here he would blow out your brains. He said he didn't want
to see you 'round these parts."
"You tell the superintendent that I am not coming to see him anyway. I
am coming to see the miners."
As we stood talking a poor fellow, all skin and bones, joined us.
"Do you see those cars over there, Mother on the siding?" He pointed
to cars filled with coal.
"Well, we made a contract with the coal company to fill those cars for
so much, and after we had made the contract, they put lower bottoms in
the cars, so that they would hold another ton or so. I have worked for
this company all my life and all I have now is this old worn-out frame."
We couldn't get a hall to hold a meeting. Every one was afraid to rent to
us. Finally the colored people consented to give us their church for our
meeting. Just as we were about to start the colored chairman came to
me and said: "Mother, the coal company gave us this ground that the
church is on. They have sent word that they will take it from us if we
let you speak here."
I would not let those poor souls lose their ground so I adjourned the
meeting to the four corners of the public roads. When the meeting was
over and the people had dispersed, I asked my co-worker, Dud Hado, a
fellow from Iowa, if he would go with me up to the post office. He was
a kindly soul but easily frightened.
As we were going along the road, I said, "Have you got a pistol on
you?"
"Yes," said he, "I'm not going to let any one blow your brains out."
"My boy," said I, it is against the law in this county to carry concealed
weapons. I want you to take that pistol out and expose a couple of
inches of it."
As he did so about eight or ten gunmen jumped out from behind an old
barn beside the road, jumped on him and said, "Now we've got you,
you dirty organizer. They bullied us along the road to the town and we
were taken to an office where they had a notary public and we were
tried. All those blood-thirsty murderers were there and the general
manager came in.
"Mother Jones, I am astonished," said he. "What is your astonishment
about!" said I. "That you should go into the house of God with anyone
who carries a gun."
"Oh that wasn't God's house," said I. "That is the coal company's house.
Don't you know that God Almighty never comes around to a place like
this!"
He laughed and of course, the dogs laughed, for he was the general
manager.
They dismissed any charges against me and they fined poor Dud
twenty-five dollars and costs. They seemed surprised when I said I
would pay it. I had the money in my petticoat.
I went over to a miner's
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