The courage of unarmed men who charge a line of well armed men for a principle is the epitome of valor. When government shoots down its citizens in the street it is a public admission that any references to liberty and freedom are nothing more than pale illusions; an admission by government that their power is exerted from gun barrels alone.

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The revolution will not be televised because it is all ready being televised. As we approach yet another Labor Day the beleaguered and beguiled will not hear an inkling of what this holiday really means or what it represents in the American landscape. Instead the mislead multitudes will be entertained with fireworks and patriotic music, backyard barbeques, beer and maybe a day off from work. Ah, yes, America loves it workers; so much, that sometimes it has to kill them.

On January 13, 1874 as unemployed workers demonstrated in New York's Tomkins Square Park, a detachment of New York mounted police charged into the crowd wielding billy clubs, beating indiscriminately men, women and children and leaving hundreds wounded. The New York police commissioner later commented, "It was the most glorious sight I ever saw""

June 21, 1877, ten coal mining labor activists known as Molly Maguires were hanged in Pennsylvania. The men were tried on trumped up charges in a state government run by coal money. The state was sending a message of freedom to its beloved workers: shut up, do as your told, don't try to unionize or else! Ah yes, that blessed freedom that we hear so much about as men are being dragged away to be executed.

http://www.leftistreview.com/2011/09/04/the-real-history-of-labor-day/davidcox/

Authors Bio:

I who am I? Born at the pinnacle of American prosperity to parents raised during the last great depression. I was the youngest child of the youngest children born almost between the generations and that in fact clouds and obscures who it is that I am really.

Given a front row seat for the generation of the 1960's I lived in Chicago in 1960. My father was a Democratic precinct captain, my mother an election judge. His father had been a Union organizer and had been beaten and jailed for his efforts. His first time in jail was for punching a Ku Klux Klansman during a parade in the 1930's. I never felt as if I was raised in a family of activists but seeing it print makes me think, yes. That is a part of who I am.

We find ourselves today living in a world treed by the hounds of madness, a complicit media covering contrite parties. Multilevel media, giving more access to communication yet stunting actual communication. More noise, less voice, more sound less music, more law less justice, more medicine less life.