The Rigor and Terror of Man

The cold stops. Rains fall. The sun shines. The rigors and terrors of nature come to an end. But the rigor and terror of man against man never cease. I've seen it. I know. In textile mills, railroad yards, on docks, in the streets. Machine guns mowing down men in Wisconsin. Men and women hounded and flogged and tortured in San Francisco. Riot squads, strikebreakers, nausea gas — bayonets! And starvation! And voices crying out! For what? A little bread, a little sun, a little peace and delight. I've heard them, I tell you. I've seen. And I know. This is reality, this is the stuff our senses are gorged with.

-Lynn Riggs-