The Chicago Martyrs by John P. Altgeld
The Chicago Martyrs by John P. Altgeld
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ADDRESS OF ALBERT R, PABSONS.<br />
ADDRESS OF ALBERT R. PARSONS.<br />
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for another. Every ~overnmentis a conspiracy to enslave the1ll.borer.<br />
. Take the morality of the capitalistic system and look at it. In the moral.<br />
Ity of the capitalistic system everything is for sale. Love, honor, liberty,<br />
everything is for sale; everything has its price, under this modern system 01<br />
commercialism: profit and loss; meum et teum, and this trains every man to<br />
be a l~ar and a hypocrite, Men are taught to be hypocrites, to carry a mask<br />
on their face, to lie, to misrepresent everything. No man can be honest and<br />
s~cceed in business or make money. It is impossible. Honesty is punished<br />
WIth poverty, while dishonesty revels in every luxury.<br />
•<br />
Now, sir, is it fair to try a man <strong>by</strong> a class jury for disloyalty to that class?<br />
A verdict of guilty from such a source is a foregone conclusion. Do you call<br />
such a trial as that a fair, impartial,_or unprejudiced trial? Nonsense. I<br />
believe if there had been some workingmen on that jury they would have understood<br />
something about this question; tlley would have considered the matter<br />
quite differently. <strong>The</strong>y would, at least,have given our side a fair chance.<br />
T.he coal monopoly has been touched upon. Why, the capitalistic papers<br />
of ChICago say: "Strangle it." That is what Fielden said on the Haymarket.<br />
Thl( trouble is that the moment this thing is touched you slinl!: open the door<br />
of Socialism and in they pile pell-mell. It is no use talking. Three coal kings<br />
met in the parlorof a New York hotel-this was done last year-they advanced<br />
the price of coal, which is a free gift of nature to all ber children as much as<br />
air and fire and water are; it belongs to the people alone as Socialism main,<br />
tains and will consummate, even if this court should car~youtand baptize in<br />
blood an attempt on the part of the people, peaceably and lawfullv and con·<br />
stitutionally, to do and accomplish this result. I say these coal ~onopolists<br />
advanced the rate of coal fifty cents a ton, the equivalent of an advance of<br />
$30,000,000 from the needy people of the United States.<br />
But a few days ago the same coal monopoly m!'t again and advanced the<br />
price o,f anthracite fifteen cents per ton, and <strong>by</strong> limiting the output they still<br />
farther advanced the price of what remains on their hands in the market and<br />
practically put a tax for this prime necessity of life upon the people, wes; and<br />
east, and turned the hundred thousand miners out to freeze and starve.<br />
Last year I was in the west. I was sent for <strong>by</strong> the Knights of Labor in<br />
Kansas on the 4th day of July, last July a year ago, to address them. While<br />
traveling that section I went throughout Kansas, Nebraska, Iowa, and Missouri,<br />
and' among the places I visited were the coal mines. I went down into<br />
the mines. I saw the manner in which this coal business was carried on.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y dig up the coal out of the ~round; they bring it up to a place which thev<br />
call the screening. <strong>The</strong>re are several kinds of coal, three kinds, the lump,<br />
the nut, and the screenings. Now, the screenings is the portion of the coal<br />
which falls through a certain sifter, or selve, and among it is the dust, little<br />
lumps of coal an inch and a half to three inches in diameter. This coal constitutes,<br />
the miners tell me, about one-fourth of a ton to each ton. Well tlie<br />
miner receives nothing for that at all, he doesn't get a cent; it is not paid for.<br />
Last Fourth of July I witnessed these things while traveling throughout the<br />
States, and when I returned home, I was hard up. I did not have monev<br />
enough to buy a ton of coal at once. I had to buy my coal <strong>by</strong> the scuttle and<br />
I paid 10 cents a scuttle for coal that winter, and the coal that I bought' was<br />
this screening coal which the miners did not get a cent for. It cost me $9 a<br />
ton, and the miners did not get a cent for it. And yet there are people here<br />
who say that these grievances are imaginary; and that there is nothing in<br />
lli~. . .,<br />
Well, now, here is a nice thing to be read inthis country', in this.age. A<br />
man was interviewed the other day <strong>by</strong> the <strong>Chicago</strong> papers. His name was<br />
Lord Sbastakoff, a mi,llister of the Russian navy, travelinl!: in America for his<br />
health. This minister, this master of the czar's council, met the reporters.<br />
He says: "Have you hanged your Nihilists?" referring to the condemned<br />
Anarchists. On being told that all we):e condemned and in prison, but they<br />
were not yet hanged, he expressed the hope that the execution would take<br />
place at an early day, and strongly discountenanced any delay in the matter.<br />
Talk. about foreigners-you fellows that are talking about foreigners; I think<br />
tbat IS a pretty good one. You are going to hang theBe men on this theory,<br />
because they are foreigners. Actually it was made a point to the jury-urged<br />
upon the jury <strong>by</strong> the State's attorney-that ~e were foreigners, and that we<br />
were hostile to the great and glorious institutions of our America. "<strong>The</strong>y were<br />
not born here;" and they actually tried to make the jury believe'that none of<br />
us were born here--tLat all of us were imported; and it did sway that jury;<br />
it did have its effect upon that jury. Now, here ~omes tbis fellow from the<br />
czar's dominions.<br />
He says, "Gentlemen, that has been a good job; carry it out; don't give<br />
them any sho\y at all."<br />
Now, I denounce this thing. But you say we are revolutionists. Well, if<br />
we are, who made us such? Are not the labor exploiters, the monopolists,<br />
the mine, factory and workshop czars creating a revolution? <strong>The</strong>y are the<br />
revolutionists.<br />
I am only a "kicker." I object, I say" No! take your yoke off my neck.<br />
take it off, I will not have it on there," and they reply, "You stand still, now,<br />
and let me put'in this coupling pin, and you'll carry that yoke well enough-if<br />
you don't I will have you carried off to the police station; if you make any<br />
noise about it, I will have you hung!" Sir, our execution will be a legal<br />
notification to the American workingmen to be warned <strong>by</strong> our fate that they<br />
must not e;xpect to have any of their" imaginary" grievances, as it were,<br />
remedied or rectified,<br />
Now, your honor, I have gone into this matter for the reason that you<br />
said there was nothing in extenuation for these utterances and this kind of an<br />
'organization. I believe you used language something like that. I have gone<br />
into this matter as exteDRively as I have for the pUl'pose' of showing that, if<br />
your honor was laboring under a misapprehension, I wanted to remove that<br />
..misapprehension; that has been the object of what I have said or had to sav<br />
outside of the matter or mere I'ecord of the trial. Now, before I conclude o~<br />
this point of extenuation, I want,to read an editorial in the <strong>Chicago</strong> Daily<br />
, l!ew8 of September 25 What is this? Is it October? *<br />
• [NOTE-I was Il"reatly exbaubted Irom physical and mentBl exertions, baviug spolleu<br />
two hO,nrs the day hefore and over four hours consecutively that day, tlle jUdge denyilJg<br />
me a short respltll at noon. At many times during the speech the jndlte had indicated his<br />
impatience <strong>by</strong> his actions and looks, to the discomfiture of the speaker. When I asked<br />
this question I felt my memory fail me.