In 1959, post-World War II, the tide of the red scare and the dawn of
I don’t expect you to understand, Senator. You’re just like all of those kids that have been told promises of prosperity and wealth. Not to state my age but I remember the days when young women would take their kids in lines with tens of people that stretched blocks in urban cities to wait to get at the head of the line to receive a loaf of bread and some rations for the week, only to get rejected because nothing else was left and the tens of people behind her and her family went home also with closed callous hearts and empty bellies. I when I arrived, and I heard you talking to that young women of change. I call it hope. I don’t understand how do we expect the next generation of people to believe in themselves when the hopes we throw into the sky, they can't even see themselves in that future. That is what capitalism has done to our society. If I speak a little louder hopefully Hoover will get the memo. I am not a communist, I am a humanitarian.
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