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Judy Kaye, Steven Sutcliffe, Peter Friedman, Lea Michele-The Night That Goldman Spoke At Union Square

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EMMA GOLDMAN: I have just returned from Lawrence, Massachusetts where Eight weeks ago, the workers there went on strike. They are Starving, their children are dying but they are holding firm And we must support them! YOUNGER BROTHER: It was winter in New York As the snow began to fall And the workmen's hall had not a seat to spare When a young man stepped inside Just to warm himself, was all The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square What is happening in Lawrence is happening everywhere Let us at last make this the land of opportunity for All people, not just the owners, the land of opportunity For Tateh and his little girl โ€” We cannot rest! YOUNGER BROTHER: She was speaking loud and fast Through a haze of noise and heat And the smell of sweat and anger in the air The police were standing by But the crowd was on it's feet The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square You! YOUNGER BROTHER: He thought he heard her say... What brings you here today? EMMA, RALLYERS: Poor young rich boy! Masturbates for a Vaudeville tart! What a waste of a fiery heart Dear! YOUNGER BROTHER: He thought she said... EMMA, RALLYERS: Poor young bourgeois! There are things that you've never thought Come to Emma and you'll be taught Here! YOUNGER BROTHER: His head was spinning! EMMA, RALLYERS: People feathered and tarred, my friend Unions broken and why for? Children laboring, women still enslaved! Leave you little backyard my friend There are causes to die for! Strike! YOUNGER BROTHER: In the gutters of the city I have tried to find some meaning! Strike! YOUNGER BROTHER: In the arms of fallen women In the thought of suicide! Strike! YOUNGER BROTHER: Like a firework unexploded Wanting life but never Knowing how... My brother Life has meaning I'll show you how! YOUNGER BROTHER: Till now! My brother, you are With us now! He was calling out her name Shouting what, he did not know And he found that he was standing on a chair With a heart as clean and new As the freshly fallen snow The night that Goldman spoke... I've been waiting for you. YOUNGER BROTHER: At Union Square! Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike! Put the children on the train! Get them out of here! I hate you, goddamned America! LITTLE GIRL: Tateh! Tateh!