EMMA GOLDMAN (spoken):
I have just arrived from Lawrence, Ma**achusetts where, eight weeks ago, the workers there went on strike. They are starving, their children are dying, but they are holding firm - and we must support them
YOUNGER BROTHER:
It was winter in New York
As the snow began to fall
And the workmen's hall had not a seat to spare
When a young man stepped inside
Just to warm himself, was all
The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square
EMMA (spoken):
What is happening in Lawrence is happening everywhere. Let us at last make this the land of opportunity for all people, not just the owners. The land of opportunity for Tateh and his Little Girl. We cannot rest!
YOUNGER BROTHER:
She was speaking loud and fast
Through a haze of noise and heat
And the smell of sweat and anger in the air
The police were standing by
But the crowd was on its feet
The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square
EMMA:
You!
YOUNGER BROTHER:
He thought he heard her say
EMMA:
What brings you here today
EMMA, ENSEMBLE:
Poor young rich boy
EMMA:
Masturbates for a Vaudeville tart
What a waste of a fiery heart
Dear
YOUNGER BROTHER:
He thought she said
EMMA, ENSEMBLE:
Poor young bourgeois
EMMA:
There are things that you've never thought
Come to Emma and you'll be taught
Here
YOUNGER BROTHER:
His head was spinning
EMMA, ENSEMBLE:
People feathered and tarred, my friend
Unions broken and why for
Children laboring, women still enslaved
Leave your little backyard, my friend
There are causes to die for
ENSEMBLE:
Strike!
YOUNGER BROTHER:
In the gutters of the city
I have tried to find some meaning
ENSEMBLE:
Strike!
YOUNGER BROTHER:
In the arms of fallen women
In the thought of suicide
ENSEMBLE:
Strike!
YOUNGER BROTHER:
Like a firework unexploded
Wanting life but never knowing how -
EMMA:
My brother
Life has meaning
I'll show you how -
YOUNGER BROTHER:
-Till now
EMMA:
My brother, you are
With us now
YOUNGER BROTHER:
He was calling out her name
Shouting what, he did not know
And he found that he was standing on a chair
With a heart as clean and new
As the freshly fallen snow
The night that Goldman spoke -
EMMA (spoken):
I've been waiting for you
YOUNGER BROTHER:
- At Union Square
WORKERS (spoken):
Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!
TATEH (spoken):
I hate you, goddamned America!
LITTLE GIRL (spoken):
Tateh! Tateh!