eo oa gs £ we? 3 ; / 3 i ~ anized labor in*Canada to back the striking railroad ~ workers without reservations. It should also provide an object lesson to all trade unionists, that the hate of the ruling class and its subsidized organs of mis- ~ information is not directed at the “Reds” alone, but at all labor. : = We heard this theme song of hate in the Winni- bs general strike, in the British general strike of 1924, how the Province sings it in 1950: “There are a few things that stand out, however. Paramount is the fact that the country is in the control of a few men—who ‘are not the gov- ernment. They are the leaders of the 17 unions in- has materially © "This editorial should spur every section of org and in struggles of lesser magnitude. Here’s - railroade volved. ... We are at the end of the long climb to power which unions started at the turn of the century. Now the government must take back into its own hands the power labor has slowly accumulated if the country is to live.” Then the Province adds its final touch: “Wheth- er the return of this power to rightful hands is ac- complished ... (or) . .. the strike weapon is taken away from labor when the public welfare is involved —or by whatever means, this must be the last strike involving the welfare and the lives of Canada and individual Canadians.” Here is the ruling class openly voicing its hopes of destroying the hard-won rights of all labor by utilizing “‘a serious emergency” created by the atti- tude of the rail monopolies. Not a word on the just demands of the railway workers—only the provoca- tive canard that labor (forced into strike action) has usurped the power of government. And the equally provocative demand that labor be stripped of the right to strike, where the interests of the St. James and Bay streets “‘public’’ are involved. To this slander against an important section of Canadian labor fighting for its just demands, all labor must reply with united voice and solidarity, demand- ing of parliament that it effect a speedy settlement of the strike, on terms acceptable to the railway workers. _ Any attempts to “ban’™ or otherwise “outlaw” the. railway strike, or, as J. E. McGuire, CBRE national secretary does, to drag in the red bogey, is treason to 125,000 rail workers and their families, whose welfare, in this instance, is, or should be, the paramount consideration of parliament. Lest we forget M PNICHT of August 22-23, 1927, just 23 years ago this week, two [Italien-American workers were judicially murdered by American re- action —— Bartolomeo Vanzetti and Nicola Sacco, “. . a poor fishpeddlar and a good shoemaker.” __._A foul and brutal murder, climaxing seven years of frame-tip, imprisonment, judicial terror, in which all the administrative, judicial and executive powers of Yankee imperialism played their miserable part in burning out the lives of two poor workers. Their ‘‘crime”’? To speak in simple words of and for the oppress- ed of all lands. To speak, as Bartolomeo Vanzetti said in his last words before the white hot current of class hate burned out his life, “. . . for tolerance, for justice, for man’s understanding of men... .” Twenty-three years later a Korean peasant looks upon the charred ruin of his humble hut—on the quivering pieces of burned flesh that were his wife and children. In the receding drone of a B-29 the words of a poor Italian-American fishpeddler com- fort a poor Korean peasant, and enshrine his destin with the sureness of victory. “Our words, our lives, our pains — nothing! The taking of our lives—lives of a good shoemaker and a poor fishpeddler — all! That last moment belongs to us—that agony is our triumph.” The hand that pulled the death-switch in 1927 trembled . . . it trembles still more as it opens the bomb-bays in 1950. Have not the Korean peasants heard Sacco and Vanzetti say, the agony of Korea is its triumph? As We See lt D® YOU ever pause to take a gander at the world we live in, not through the highly colored spectacles of the commercial press or the sunglasses worn by the radio “experts” (to prevent themselves from being dazzled by their own brilliance), but just under your own intellectual steam, as it were? Viewed fiém that angle, this old globe is a queer place indeed... more like a gigantic insane asylum than the terrestrial abode of sSo- called civilization. ‘ ; There are a lot of things you just cannot help but see, Perhaps the most prominent of these is a cold-blooded system called “free enter- prize” (for genteel reasons) which claims supernatural authority and resorts to the most extreme violence to impose is will upon the people, to fatten on their labors, and scream that any re- sistance to its jungle rule is “aggression”—the best cover-up yet invented for predatory exploitation. You can also see, even at the moment of con- templating the universe, millions of people the world over who have put down their names for peace on a World Peace Petition, being labelled as “Kremlin dupes”. And this, of course, leads to another startling discovery in our “way of life”, that we have substituted the Kremlin for Hell and Uncle Joe for Old Nick, (To many ‘it may be a comforting thought to have Hell here on earth instead of some place else.) In the haleyon days of the Inquisition, John Huss and the Calvinists, we used to terrorize each other with vivid pictures of a sulphurous Hell. Now that is no longer necessary with the Kremlin-so accessible to all the high-priced mould- ers of “public opinion,” and the “Iron‘Curtain a handy substitute for the Styx... that dark and sluggish stream that flows between Purga- tory and Hell and across which the ferrying charges are said to be even more lucrative than BCElectric profits! Nor in such a survey can you fail.to observe the unending ranks of columnists, commentators, common muck-rakers and. other “ex- perts” who, each for his price, write every brand of drivel to suit the palates—and the interests—of their paymasters. With a reckless use of the word “Red”, these literary prostitutes issue reams of confusion, distortion, falsehood and worse, mainly for the purpose of setting one great section of humanity against the other—all for the profit and glory-of a small but powerful minority of sub-human ghouls. You shud- der to think what a drab, colorless place the world would be, how completely helpless our great institutions of “public opinion”, without the Reds! : And all around you you can see a well-nurtured fear of peace, Or:4 decency, of truth, among all but the common people. Peace is repre- sented as “subversive’—to speak or act for peace, genuine peace, a crime. . : A few weeks ago a Vancouver Communist dived into the Burrard — Inlet to save the life of a drowning worker. According to all the oracles of anti-Communist, anti-peace, warmongering hate, that drown- — ing worker should have positively refused to be saved by a Commun- ist. Even with his water-logged lungs he should have insisted on the political identity of his savior before permitting himself to be pulled from a Burrard rip tide! : The same reasoning is obvious in the mental ravings of those who are paid to. present peace as something criminal. Their story is that the Communists want Canadians to work for peace so that the “Krem- lin aggressors” can take over poor little unprepared Canada with little more than a flick of Uncle Joe’s' forked tail. “We are in favor of © peace too,” you can hear them scream, “but it must be a peace backed by atom bombs.” 3 : Looking at the world-thus, you can even see a teeny-weeny weekly journal like the Highland Echo, whose echo can scarcely be heard three blocks away from its editorial incubator, valiantly standing up for peace ... but a peace that “should have the most careful scrut- iny,” so as to avoid having the peace (like the drowning. person) saved by sc much as one Communist. On this manly ground, the Echo declines a paid advertisement from the Vancouver Peace Assembly (and editorializes about it), thus avoiding the danger of “taking money to say things which w® were unwilling to say otherwise.” a Strange how many journals, individuals and organizations you can see in the political vacuum of the Echo when contemplating the world around us, “We are for peace too—but, but... .” If, everyone weighs peace with the fine apothecary’s precision and caution of the Echo and its larger echoes, these “buts” will unquestionably be lost in the roar of the first atom bomb. ‘ Yes, there is lots to be seen when you look at this world quietly: The art of diplomacy, which has elevated lying to a science, an® gangsters to the role of statesmen. And somewhere you will note what was once reputed to be a “socialist,” a trade union “Jeader,” hocking “labor” garments for the ideological regalia of big business: As they evolve you see the degeneracy of labor treason, producing new Sullivans, McManuses, ad nauseum, Somewhere you'll hear one of these species, as they ‘attempt forge history, insist that the canons of scientific socialism be re-writte? ' to dovetail with the sanctity of profits. ; And somewhere you'll hear the million-fold voice of the comm people, expressed in a simple “John Doe” signature say: We, th® people, “will regard as a war criminal that government which first uses the atomic weapon against any country.” acipd Ge Published Weekly at 650 Howe Street By THE TRIBUNE PUBLISHING COMPANY LTD. Telephone MA. 5288 ; VEN NACTONV ON 8 ayn ost s ak byte bale Secieifets Editor Subscription Rates: 1 Year, $2.50; 6 Months, $1.35. 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