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The Sign of the Dollar
Youknow,ma’am,wearemarkedmen,inaway,thoseofuswholivedthroughthefouryearsofthatplanintheTwentiethCenturyfactory.Whatisitthathellissupposedtobe?
Evil—plain,naked,smirkingevil,isn’tit?Well,that’swhatwesawandhelpedtomake—andIthinkwe’redamned,everyoneofus,andmaybewe’llneverbeforgiven...
"Doyouknowhowitworked,thatplan,andwhatitdidtopeople?
Trypouringwaterintoatankwherethere’sapipeatthebottomdrainingitoutfasterthanyoupourit,andeachbucketyoubringbreaksthatpipeaninchwider,andtheharderyouworkthemoreisdemandedofyou,andyoustandslingingbucketsfortyhoursaweek,thenforty-eight,thenfifty-six—foryourneighbor’ssupper—forhiswife’soperation—forhischild’smeasles—forhismother’swheelchair—forhisuncle’sshirt—forhisnephew’sschooling—forthebabynextdoor—forthebabytobeborn—foranyoneanywherearoundyou—it’stheirstoreceive,fromdiaperstodentures—andyourstowork,fromsunuptosundown,monthaftermonth,yearafteryear,withnothingtoshowforitbutyoursweat,withnothinginsightforyoubuttheirpleasure,forthewholeofyourlife,withoutrest,withouthope,withoutend...Fromeachaccordingtohisability,toeachaccordingtohisneed...
"We’reallonebigfamily,theytoldus,we’reallinthistogether.
