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_ By RUTH McKENNEY

| old legend is very

Jis’s gold as he swore, with

e loved the Revolution most.

a simple word.
The word is: Judas.
“Master, master,’ Judas said,
and kissed him.
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HIS is the meaning, and there
is no other, of John L. Lewis’
thundering cries that he speaks
for the starving, the improverish-

_ed, the exploited miners, and in-

deed for all workers everywhere
in America. John L. Lewis seeks
to sell the American working class
into fascist slayery. He lies when
he-says he fights for the freedom
of those bleak coal towns; he lies
when he calls himself the cham-
pion of the fighting unien men.
“Waster, master,’ Judas said;

_ and kissed him.

We Americans are now engaged
in a war for national survival.
Everything that makes life worth
living, in a coal town, in the slums
of New York, in the heat-stricken
rubber factories of Akron, is now
at stake. This is a fact it has been
obscured by just such slick, fast
talkers as Lewis, John L. But still
it is the truth. In the summer of
1943. we Americans suffer from
an easy optimism. Before victory,
before we come to grips with the
enemy, we already squabble over
peace treaties. This is a terrible
madness; this is blindness; this is
the darkness John iL. Lewis has,
among others, spread over this
land, numbing our eagerness,
dulling our sense of sacrifice,
chilling our devotion to the great
cause of which we are all a part.

John LL. Lewis—Judas!—has led
miners and rubber workers and
auto workers, honest workers
everyone o fthem ,to believe a
strike cannot matter much in the
outcome of the war. This is a lie.

Ss
HE Akron rubber factories
manufacture, among other
war items, those great tires which
fit on the mighty bombers. For
want of the rubber tires, a whole
fleet of bombers will now be fin-
isher and ready a

weeks, three weeks late. Too

late. For want of those bombers,
Soviet soldiers will fall, some
wounded, some blinded, some

crippled all the dadys of their
lives, and many dead. Our broth-
ers, our brave brothers, struck
down. John L. Lewis murdered
those soviet soldiers; he has blot-
ted out the light from those who
will go blind, always; he has am-
putated the legs of a careless, gay
youngster who once loved to
dance. This is his work—Jobn L.

-Lewis’ work. His name is Judas.

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HE coal miners feed the blast
furnaces. The steel makes,
among other things, the great de-
stroyer guns that protect our
American soldiers on the North
Atlantic convoy. For want of the

week, two

Here are a group of those miners whom John L. Lewis, by exploiting their very real
grievances and posing as their champion, hopes to sell down the river into fascist slavery
as part of his plot to bring about a negotiated peace with Hitler.

coal, steel will go behind sche-
dule. For want of the steel, a gun
will roll out from the factory two,
perhaps even four, weeks late.
That gun was to refit a destroyer.
The destroyed sailed without it.
And in the darkness and bitter
ice next winter, out of a convoy
travelling across the submarine
woolf-packs, a troopship will sink
in the towering waves, sink be-
cause an old gun jammed and the
submarine went untouched. Am-
ericans, our OWD, our young men,
our eager dear young men will
die next winter in the North At-
lantic, drown in the dreadful wa-
ters of the winter storm, scream
in agony as the oil explodes and
burns them black. Who is the
author of this death? Who struck
them down? The name is Lewis,

John L.

Strike! Lewis tells American
workers. ‘I, at least, have not
abandoned you.”

“Master, master,” Judas said;
and kissed him.

@

4 ES is only one issue today,
in the whole world: Victory,
or forever to live as slaves. And
whoever denies this fact betrays
America. =

We must learn to see our ene-
mies plain: we must know to
whom the label Judas belongs.

Too many of us still see Lewis
in the overtones of the organizer
of the CIO. Peter could not be-
lieve there was a traitor among
the twelve; George Washington
wept when he had the proof, plain
and clear, that Arnold had sold
his country for a little money—
money! Last week, when John L.
Lewis had long since been strip-
ped of his disguises, last week
when it was plain to all that here
was a man who puts himself be-
fore the fate of his country, last
week John L. Lewis walked
into: a hotel lobby here in Wash-
ington. And a leader of our goy-
ernment ,an honest man, a patriot,
crossed that lobby to shake the
hand of a man whose proper label
is Judas.

@
ANY Americans workers are
still, in their minds, uneasily

shaking the hand of John L.

Lewis. Mistaken, they say. Wrong
tactics, perhaps. But still—after
all—he means well, for the work-
ers.

John LL. Lewis means well for
no one but himself and his nasty
gang of peace-at-any-pricers, his
disgusting little clique of war sa-
boteurs. The hand of *John L.
Lewis drips blood.

Would you shake the hand of
Benedict Arnold? Would you bow
politely across the centuries to
Judas Iscariot? Yes, would you
smile and bid good evening to
Laval or that Norwegian whose
very hame is now the language
of contempt, that man called
Quisling?

John &. Lewis is not an honest
Man pursuing a mistaken course.
John L. Lewis is not a stubborn,
but misguided, warrior of the
stricken miners. John L. Lewis
is not even blind, not eyen ignor-
ant, not even careless, not even
thoughtless. He knows what he
does. He is.conscious, he is clever,
he is subtle, he is ingenious. He
is very, very able. He uses the
wounds and just agonies of the

Continued

miners like a violin; he plays up-
on the fears and miseries of the
American working people. He
mouths the words of rebellion and
pity. And all the time he secret-
ly and privately plots to make fas-
cism in America. And all the time
he prepares to lead the working
class into the endless slavery of
defeat, into that compromise
which is really capitulation, a
negotiated peace,

And all the time—“‘Master, mas-
ter,” Judas said; and kissed him.
@

MERICANS! Turn away from
the kiss of the traitor. When
you hear the voice of John LL.
Lewis saying, “Master, master!’
to the working people of this na-
tion, know the words for what

they are: the language of the
traitor.
Labels are useful and eyen

necessary in this crisis of our
country’s life. Remember the
label for John I. Lewis. Learn
it; preach it; shout it from the
housetops:

JUDAS!

—From the New York Worker.

Iteaders’ Digest

government in the
words:

“Lenin distinguished between
two kinds of wars: wars of con-
quest and consequently unjust
wars, and wars of liberation—
just wars. The Germans are
now waging a war of conquest
—an unjust war with the object
of seizure of foreign territory
and the subjugation of foreign

following

peoples. Therefore all- honest
people must rise up against
German invaders as against
enemies. Unlike Hitler Ger-

many, the Soviet Union anda its
allies are waging a war for the
liberation of the enslaved peo-
ples of Europe and the USSR

from Hitler tyranny. There-
fore, all honest people must
support the armies of the

USSR, Great Britain, and the
other allies, as armies of liber-

ation.
“We have not and cannot have
such war aims as imposing our
will and our regime on the Slays
and other enslaved peoples of
Europe who are awaiting our
aid. Our aid consists in assisting
these people in their liberation
struggle against Hitler tyranny
and then setting them free to
rule on their own land as they
desire. No intervention what-
ever in the internal affairs of
other peoples!
: “But to realize these aims it
IS necessary to crush the mili-
tary might of the German in-
Vaders; ft is necessary to an-
nihilate to a man all the Ger-
man occupationists who pene-
trated our country in order to
enslave it.
“Qur cause
will be ours!”

is just; victory