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“People pay for what they do, and still more for what they have allowed themselves to become. And they pay for it very simply; by the lives they lead.” – James Baldwin.

from Mario Savio Address before the Free Speech Movement Sit-in UC Berkeley 1964:

There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part; you can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop. And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!

Be the change you wish to see in the world.–Mahatma Ghandi

We Shall Overcome! –Joan Baez

UIUC GEO Strike Chants

“Frère Jacques”: Provost Easter, Provost Easter; Why are you, why are you; Trying to cut our waivers, trying to cut our waivers; Shame on you, shame on you!

“We want a contract, yes we do. We want a contract, how about you?” We did this on the side of Davenport and then people called back from FLB on Monday and then between the front of Davenport and English yesterday. All the chants back and forth with other groups were fun!

Tell me what democracy looks like? / This is What democracy looks like x 2 Who are we?/ GEO / Whatta we want? / A contract /When do we want it? / NOW!

Tell me what a union looks like? / This is What a union looks like x 2 Who are we?/ GEO / Whatta we want? / A contract /When do we want it? / NOW!

Twisted Sister: We’re not gonna take it! NO! We’re not gonna take it! We’re not gonna take it anymooooore!

Get up! / Get Down! /The Union Movement’s come to town!
(with corresponding up and down movements and folks being super groovy shakin’ it on the line!)

T-U-I-T-I-O-N, waive it and we’ll work again /If you want the strike to pass / stay outside don’t go to class! /They say that the money’s tight, unless your name is Joseph White!


To Fight Aloud is Very Brave
To fight aloud is very brave,
But gallanter, I know,
Who charge within the bosom,
The cavalry of woe.

Who win, and nations do not see,
Who fall, and none observe,
Whose dying eyes no country
Regards with patriot love.

We trust, in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet
And uniforms of snow.

Emily Dickinson
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