If it had not been for these things, I might have lived out my life talking at street corners to scorning men. I might have died, unmarked, unknown, a failure. Now we are not a failure. This is our career and our triumph. Never in our full life could we hope to do such work for tolerance, for justice, for man's understanding of man as now we do by accident. Our words — our lives — our pains — nothing! The taking of our lives — lives of a good shoemaker and a poor fish-peddler — all! That last moment belongs to us — that agony is our triumph.


Attributed to Vanzetti by Philip D. Stong, a reporter for the North American Newspaper Alliance who visited Vanzetti in prison in May of 1927, shortly before he and Sacco were executed.

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If it had not been for these things, I might have lived out my life talking at street corners to scorning men. I might have died, unmarked, unknown,...

If it had not been for these things, I might have lived out my life talking at street corners to scorning men. I might have died, unmarked, unknown,...

If it had not been for these things, I might have lived out my life talking at street corners to scorning men. I might have died, unmarked, unknown,...

If it had not been for these things, I might have lived out my life talking at street corners to scorning men. I might have died, unmarked, unknown,...