Having got particulars of the I.W.W. from an anarchist friend of mine, I decided that it was the thing and took to the idea like a duck to water. Since then I have been thinking hard, and writing to all the militants to get them to join the organisation. I have been fairly successful, and in conjunction with others we will form a local in Fremantle at an early date.
We ruckers here don't get a princely salery and my last half ... judge the local is an assurd fact and the membership will grow, for I know a good few of the militants. As I get in touch with these I will preach the gospel. The boss on my job would chuck a seven if he knew that one of his slaves was rebelling against the order of things. In all probibility I'll get fired in the long run for propogating anti-capitalist theories.
I believe in the class war, the materialist concept of history, and the theory of surplus value.
I believe in beating the boss.
I believe in Sabotage.
I believe in getting wise at the boss' expence.
I believe in the "Right to be Lazy," and in Direct Action.
I believe in doping the Labor fakir with his own dope, and the capitalist with his own weapons.
Hallelujah ! I'm a bum.
The I.W.W. is the only movement that can bring freedom to the working class, and I will devote the best of my poor abilities to the organisation. I am sick of palliatives, the meanness of the Labor Party, and their parrot cries of reform. Damn reform ! We want rights, not a hotchpotch of mights.
DUX (writing in Direct Action 1 November 1914)
