"Union men my ass. You wanna be treated like men? You wanna be treated fair? Well, you ain't men to that coal company. Yer' equipment. Like a shovel, a gun in the car, a hunk of wood brace. They'll use ya, 'til ya wear out or ya break down, or yer' buried under a slate fall, and then they'll get a new one. And they don't care what color it is or where it comes from. It doesn't matter how much coal you can load or how long yer' family has lived on this land. If you stand alone, yer' just so much shit to those people. You think [Few Clothes Johnson] is yer' enemy? Huh? This is a worker. Any union keeps this man out ain't a union, it's a goddam club. Now they got you fightin' white against colored, native against foreign, holler against holler, when you know there ain't but two sides in this world - them that work and them that don't. You work, they don't. That's all you got to know about the enemy."
—Joe Kenehan
