OPEN LETTER TO HENRY HAYSEED.

Industrial Unionist, Volume 1, Issue 16, 15 November 1913, Page 4

OPEN LETTER TO HENRY HAYSEED.

(Vide Friday’s “ Herald.”)

Dear Henry,— “ That certain rumours. . . . And finally the “ Mare ” asked for a show of hands “whether you wanted to go home or not,” ' '

But this is beside the question. You came here to load your own butter —not to act as scab police or wharf labourer. Have you loaded it, Henry ? How much of it is on the rolling deep speeding to the point of consumption P Henry, you acted like a fool. You listened to the voice of the charmer. You allowed the voice of “ Fat ” to beguile you. And now you can sit on your own little butter box, on your own little wharf', until we are darned well ready to sail your masters’ little ship. You can’t sail ships, Henry, and you are not much of a lumper. In the meantime, you can do some hard thinking.

Why did you form the Farmers’ Co-op. Association? Was it, like us, to get a little more of the product of your labour from Fat,” who exploits y r ou and I with equal impartiality P Again, is it you or I that have made the strike assume the dimensions it has? If you went home the strike would be over in 24 hours; if you stop it will last months, and your farm produce can rot on the wharves for all we care. You have inside knowdedge, read the moaning “ Herald ” and the evening twinkle, and know, of your own knowledge, they lie. How many of our men have scabbed, Henry ? Why don’t you cease to act the goat and help to fight our mutual enemy: rent interests and profits? I suggest, Henry, that you emulate the Wellington Drivers and take a secret ballot on the question of going home forthwith. —J. 0.8.