In the past, Labor Day was traditionally marked by colossal parades of all the local workers’ unions, marching in great numbers to band together and show their strength and solidarity.
One slogan that was popular about a century ago—in particular in the intersection of the workers’ rights movement and the women’s rights movement—was “Bread and Roses,” meaning that we deserve, and should demand, not mere survival but also the beauty that makes life worth living. “Yes, it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses too.”
A poem on the subject by James Oppenheim:
As we come marching, marching, in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill-lofts gray
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
For the people hear us singing, “Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses.”
As we come marching, marching, we battle, too, for men —
For they are women’s children and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes —
Hearts starve as well as bodies: Give us Bread, but give us Roses!
As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient song of Bread;
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew —
Yes, it is bread we fight for — but we fight for Roses, too.
As we come marching, marching, we bring the Greater Days —
The rising of the women means the rising of the race —
No more the drudge and idler — ten that toil where one reposes —
But a sharing of life’s glories: Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses!
Let’s return to these ideals of our predecessors, and make them a reality.