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Underneath it all—the poverty, the degradation—she was decent, pure. Here was an illiterate white girl, all of whose training had been clouded by the myths of white supremacy, who, in the struggle for the lives of these nine innocent boys, had come to see the role she was being forced to play.
As a murderer. She turned against her oppressors. I shall never forget her. Whether it was true or not, we never questioned it. They were held in Washington. In retrospect, they make the finest comic reading.
The leading industrialists and bankers testified. You read a transcript of that record today with amazement: that they could be so unaware. The only good witnesses were the college professors, who enjoyed a bad reputation in those years.
No professor was supposed to know anything practical about the economy. Our son was four years old. But we were down. The kid had more fun that Easter than he ever had. He hunted Easter eggs for three hours and he never knew the difference. And I bore him to death every Easter with the story. He never even noticed his bag full of Easter eggs never got any fuller.
Some people put this out of their minds and forget it. This is the truth, you know. It went something like this: He has no enemies, you say, My friend, the boast is poor. He who hath mingled in the fray Of duty that the brave endure Must have foes.
If he has none, Small is the work he has done. Even though where we were going was still to be worked out. There was an elan, an optimism. In the town of Phillips, one evening, during a blizzard, I was met by a crowd of miners. They were given the day off and a stake to attend this meeting. They surrounded me and said this tax would cost six hundred of them their jobs. They were busted farmers and fortunately found a job in these Home Stake mines. I went back home feeling worried.
But the tax was passed, and not a single miner lost his job. It was in When they finally came on, the lights just barely glowed.
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