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EMMA GOLDMAN (spoken):I have actually simply arrived from Lawrence, Massachusetts where, eight weeks earlier, the workers there went on strike. They are starving, their children are dying, however they are holding firm - and we must support themYOUNGER BROTHER:It was winter in New YorkAs the scurrently began to fallAnd the workmen's hall had not a seat to spareWhen a young man stepped insideJust to heat himself, was allThe night that Goldguy spoke at Union SquareEMMA (spoken):What is happening in Lawrence is happening almost everywhere. Let us at last make this the land also of possibility for all human being, not simply the owners. The land also of opportunity for Tateh and his Little Girl. We cannot rest!YOUNGER BROTHER:She was speaking loud and fastThstormy a haze of noise and heatAnd the smell of sweat and anger in the airThe police were standing byBut the crowd was on its feetThe night that Goldman spoke at Union SquareEMMA:You!YOUNGER BROTHER:He believed he heard her say
EMMA:What brings you right here todayEMMA, ENSEMBLE:Poor young wealthy boyEMMA:Masturbates for a Vaudeville tartWhat a waste of a fiery heartDearYOUNGER BROTHER:He assumed she saidEMMA, ENSEMBLE:Poor young bourgeoisEMMA:There are points that you've never before thoughtCome to Emma and you'll be taughtHereYOUNGER BROTHER:His head was spinningEMMA, ENSEMBLE:People feathered and also tarred, my friendUnions broken and also why forChildren laboring, women still enslavedLeave your little bit backyard, my friendTright here are causes to die for
ENSEMBLE:Strike!YOUNGER BROTHER:In the gutters of the cityI have actually tried to uncover some meaningENSEMBLE:Strike!YOUNGER BROTHER:In the arms of fallen womenIn the assumed of suicideENSEMBLE:Strike!YOUNGER BROTHER:Like a firework-related unexplodedWanting life yet never knowing exactly how -EMMA:My brotherLife has meaningI'll show you just how -

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YOUNGER BROTHER:-Till nowEMMA:My brvarious other, you areWith us nowYOUNGER BROTHER:He was calling out her nameShouting what, he did not knowAnd he discovered that he was standing on a chairWith a heart as clean and newAs the freshly fallen snowThe night that Goldmale spoke -EMMA (spoken):I've been waiting for youYOUNGER BROTHER:- At Union SquareWORKERS (spoken):Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!TATEH (spoken):I hate you, goddamned America!LITTLE GIRL (spoken):Tateh! Tateh!