As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread.
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.
Yes, it is bread we fight for – but we fight for roses, too.
poem by James Oppenheim
“If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.”
– Emma Goldman
Organizing can be a revolving door of talent. Great organizers come in, burn out, move to another job, a new person comes in. It’s a grand game of musical chairs where institutional memory and wisdom gets lost with each shuffle. To stay in the movement long term we need to balance the work energy with the inspiration, the fun.
You gotch-yer bread, we’ve got your roses. Let’s dance!