The most famous female labor activist of the nineteenth century, Mary Harris Jones—aka “Mother Jones”—was a self-proclaimed “hell-raiser” in the cause of economic justice. She was so strident that a US attorney once labeled her “the most dangerous woman in America.”

Born circa August 1, 1837 in County Cork, Ireland, Jones immigrated to Toronto, Canada, with her family at age five—prior to the potato famine with its waves of Irish immigrants.

She first worked as a teacher in a Michigan Catholic school, then as a seamstress in Chicago. She moved to Memphis for another teaching job, and in 1861 married George Jones, a member of the Iron Molders Union. They had four children in six years. In 1867, tragedy struck when her entire family died in a yellow fever epidemic; she dressed in black for the rest of her life.

Returning to Chicago, Jones resumed sewing but lost everything she owned in the Great Chicago Fire of 1871. She found solace at Knights of Labor meetings, and in 1877, took up the cause of working people. Jones focused on the rising number of working poor during industrialization, especially as wages shrunk, hours increased, and workers had no insurance for unemployment, healthcare or old age.

Jones first displayed her oratorical and organizing abilities in Pittsburgh during the Great Railroad Strike of 1877. She took part in and led hundreds of strikes, including those that led to the Haymarket riot in Chicago in 1886. She paused briefly to publish The New Right in 1899 and a two-volume Letter of Love and Labor in 1900 and 1901. A beloved leader, the workers she organized nicknamed her “Mother Jones.”

Beginning in 1900, Jones focused on miners, organizing in the coal fields of West Virginia and Pennsylvania. For a few years, she was employed by the United Mine Workers, but left when the national leadership disavowed a wildcat strike in Colorado. After a decade in the West, Jones returned to West Virginia, where, after a violent strike in 1912-1913, she was convicted of conspiracy to commit murder. Public appeals on her behalf convinced the governor to commute her twenty-year sentence. Afterward she returned to Colorado and made a national crusade out of the tragic events during the Ludlow Massacre, even lobbying President Woodrow Wilson. Later, she participated in several industrial strikes on the East Coast between 1915 and 1919 and continued to organize miners well into her nineties.

Despite her radicalism, Jones did not support women’s suffrage, arguing that “you don’t need a vote to raise hell.” She pointed out that the women of Colorado had the vote and failed to use it to prevent the appalling conditions that led to labor violence. She also considered suffragists unwitting dupes of class warfare. Jones argued that suffragists were naïve women who unwittingly acted as duplicitous agents of class warfare.

Although Jones organized working class women, she held them in auxiliaries, maintaining that—except when the union called—a woman’s place was in the home. A reflection of her Catholic heritage, she believed that men should be paid well enough so that women could devote themselves to motherhood.

In 1925, she published her Autobiography of Mother Jones. She is buried in the Union Miners Cemetery in Mount Olive, Illinois.

"I'm not a humanitarian, I'm a hell-raiser."

Mother Jones

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  • PaX [comrade/them, they/them]
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    5 months ago
    cw: suicide

    Yeah okay idk if I will ever be happy or at least not miserable again, maybe 2[0-9] years of life is enough

    I have a hole in my eye that reminds me of my mortality every moment now, not sure how I'm supposed to move past that when I had an anxiety problem even before that lmao. Now I have some kind of tinnitus that developed in the last month that comes and goes, kinda seems like my body is falling apart faster than usual

    Can't even hold down a job now lol

    Ah, well, nevertheless or something doomjak

    Can't stop thinking about.... uhhh... you know... the thing! biden-the-thing

    • ashinadash [she/her]
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      5 months ago
      spoiler

      Christ that eyehole does not sound fun yea I relate to this post a lot though, haha y'know. The thing.

      Maybe it's the heat or whatever but late every night I now feel like a real bag of bones. Resistant joints, heavy limbs. The corpse is not animating that well :>

      • PaX [comrade/them, they/them]
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        5 months ago

        Yeahh, I can mostly compensate for it when both my eyes are open but even then, random things make it obvious. Like looking at bright things makes it obvious cuz that part of my right eye sends no signal so part of it looks darker or things with sharp edges reminds me cuz part of the edge disappears. Call that an edge case lol. Idk... and when I get too stressed or sometimes just randomly I will get another blind spot but so far all the others have been temporary. That happens at least once a day at this point

        I relate to this post a lot though, haha y'know. The thing.

        agony-deep The thing!

        Maybe it's the heat or whatever but late every night I now feel like a real bag of bones. Resistant joints, heavy limbs. The corpse is not animating that well :>

        Yeahhhhh, I know the feeling :(

        meow-hug

        It fucking sucks

        • ashinadash [she/her]
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          5 months ago

          Damn that absolutely would freak me the fuck out. You're dealing with something on another level. I hope it doesn't get worse.

          Thing agony-turbo

          Shouts to having degrading bodies that don't work right at all!!! meow-hug

          • PaX [comrade/them, they/them]
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            5 months ago
            spoiler

            Yeah I'm basically always freaking out about it on some level but this often transmutes into thinking like: "It doesn't matter anyway. My life is over. I am essentially already dead and that's fine, it just happened sooner than expected. You should finish this process up and redact yourself" which, while comforting, doesn't help with continuing to exist in this world. Doctors have been useless about the eye issue btw lmao

            Shouts to having degrading bodies that don't work right at all!!! meow-hug

            Hell yeah, when the corpse is animated cat-vibing

            • ashinadash [she/her]
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              5 months ago
              spoiler

              I fukken knew doctors had been useless about your eye issues, they are useless about most issues kiryu-pain I guess I feel sort of willful about continuing to exist despite residing in a decaying corpse. I am powered by spite, I suppose. Is it even worth bothering with redacting myself if I'm gonna fall apart anyway? Might as well squeeze whatever juice is left from this fleshform. I'm also kind of attached to mine ig, so there's that too.

              Hell yeah, real cadaver hours who up bunny-vibe

              • PaX [comrade/them, they/them]
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                5 months ago

                That's real, it's like may as well go along for the ride as long as it isn't unbearably painful at least. Thank you for the thoughtful replies like you always write, my brain is shutting down now sorry kitty-cri-potato, time to go play Civilization 6 until I forget who I am, where I am, and what I am and become the Yield Optimizer

                • ashinadash [she/her]
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                  5 months ago

                  Yea that's pretty much how I view it tbh. You are welcome, no worries and hope u have fun Optimizing Yields as well as get some sleep whenever you do meow-petted