worker's throat and the other at his stomach and the stomachs of his little children.
When the steel strike was being organized, I was in Seattle with Jay G. Brown, President of the Shingle Workers of America.
"We ought to go East and help organize those slaves," I said to Brown.
"They'll throw us in jail, Mother!" he said.
"Well, they're our own jails, aren't they? Our class builds them."
I came East. So did Jay G. Brown—a devoted worker for the cause of the steel slaves.
The strike in the steel industry was called in September, 1919. Gary as spokesman for the industry refused to consider any sort of appointment with his workers. What did it matter to him that thousands upon thousands of workers in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, worked in front of scorching furnaces twelve long hours, through the day, through the night, while he visited the Holy Land where Our Lord was born in a manger!
I traveled up and down the Monongahela River. Most of the places where the steel workers were on strike meetings were forbidden. If I were to stop to talk to a woman on the street about her child, a cossack would come charging down upon us and we would have to run for our lives. If I were to talk to a man in the streets of Braddock, we would be arrested for unlawful assembly.
