poverty

What do you see out there?_ I ask. __ittsburgh,_ he replies. Now I laugh. __o, young man. What you see is hell with the lid taken off._ _ Mother Jones

We fought a war on poverty, and poverty won

May we show great concern to those of great concern to God.

Everyday 25,000 people die from poverty and hunger. And we have forgotten that they are also human.

The Poverty Tour provided the opportunity to meet many people who had been living paycheck to paycheck even before the economic downturn. To so quickly slide from the great middle into the underworld of the poor validated our suspicions that perhaps these citizens never really were bona fide, middle class Americans. Indeed, some economists assert that the middle class evaporated decades ago.

The poverty of the villages is almost picturesque from the windows of a coach that is not stopping.

Poverty is a mathematical proof of the fact that mankind is a big failure!

Peanut butter is a poor man__ marmalade.

I go back to the union man and say, __ir, this is a house of God, not a proper place for a union meeting. I have some things to say today that God would not want to hear in His own house. Boys, I want you to get up, every one of you, and go across the road. I want you to sit down on the hillside over there and wait for me to speak to you.

Our possessions are not ours- God has given them to us to cultivate, that we may make them fruitful and profitable in His Service, and so doing we shall please Him.

Alone, human beings can feel hunger. Alone, we can feel cold. Alone, we can feel pain. To feel poor, however, is something we do only in comparison to others.

Before I was married, I thought the sound of bangles jangling on my forearms would be delightful. I looked forward to being able to wear bells around my ankles and silver necklaces around my neck, but not any more, not since I had learned what they represented for the man who gave them. A necklace was no prettier than a piece of of rope that ties a goat to a tree, depriving it of freedom.

The walls were chipped and needed paint. The windows were mostly okay but one pane was blocked with cardboard. There were fleas the exterminator couldn't kill and rats that scrabbled in the walls and mice who left droppings like a cocked snook and roaches that thrived on insecticide, even the illegal kinds.

Being poor is a mere trifle. It is being known to be poor that is the sting.

Pursue money while you're alive, so that poverty will not pursue you when you're old.

To the RKO motion picture camera at her 100th birthday party: __ pray for the day when working men and women are able to earn a fair share of the wealth they produce in a capitalist system, a day when all Americans are able to enjoy the freedom, rights and opportunities guaranteed them by the Constitution of the United States of America._ _ Mother Jones

Believe me I do understand and I am disgusted by the idea that we should aim for any less for a child from a poor background than a rich one.

My honey child, them housing projects Cannot contain her multitudes A sunbeam, hard upon her Just a fly strugglin_ through her braid loops Watch me prove to __m I__ more than nothin_ But a ragamuffin with homesick eyes Yes, when it gets to be the same old thing Shorty you ought to come and see about me My love, she is a drummer Than industrial steel, her backbone tougher The eloping night and the honey moon that trails Just dirt __eath her finger nails I__l be down on them crossroads __il daybreak winks a bright eye And if it gets to be the same old thing Shorty you ought to come and see about me She__ heard all the right things And they did not persuade her She has no use for your words What she wants is your labor __ause when gringos speak of minorities They tend to keep their voices low Ah, but when that gets to be the same old thing Shorty you ought to come and see about me