Observations and Comments [excerpt]

THIS issue of MOTHER EARTH, is dedicated in part to the memory of Leon Czolgosz who, ten years ago paid with his life for the daring shot of September 6th.
     He was almost unknown. His martyrdom during his incarceration, as well as his death in the electric chair at Auburn prison, are devoid of the human sympathies and romantic glamor that surround the graves of Ravachol, Vaillant, Henry, Angiolillo, Bresci, and our Russian heroes.
     Now, after a decade, as we approach his sombre suffering figure, we see in him the nameless representative of a nameless humanity—humanity enduring endlessly, hoping endlessly, and forever thrust back into the abyss of poverty and despair.
     Some day, this nameless mass will awaken from its leaden sleep. Some day, its just indignation will become strong enough to shake off the parasites and vampires that had been thriving on its body. When that day comes, the image of Leon Czolgosz will grow more dis- [226][227] tinct, more real in its kinship with those for whom he died.