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Joe Hill's death sentence

1915165438+10/9, Hill was executed. A doctor measured the position of the heart with a stethoscope, cut a white paper into a heart-shaped pattern and stuck it on his chest. Five executioners stood in a row, and Hill's eyes were covered with black cloth. He sat in a chair.

Joe Hill-a man, an immigrant, an idealist, a trade union backbone and a poet-died.

After Hill's death, it was widely suspected that rich miners had made dirty behind-the-scenes deals. Nowadays, the American legal community also realizes that the evidence against Hill can't make a death sentence at all. It is precisely because of Hill's inexplicable death that people have all kinds of discussions about him: some people think that he is a militant labor agitator, while others think that he is an enlightenment hero; Some people think that he is a poet who doesn't care about other people's lives, while others think that he is a "Robin Hood" who deliberately sacrificed his life to promote the workers' cause.

When the World Federation of Industry transported Hill's body to the Chicago headquarters, 30,000 workers crowded the streets just to see it. Everyone sings Hill's songs and recites his poems. They lamented the tragic death of the martyrs and cursed Utah loudly. His body was eventually cremated, and the ashes were sent to 49 States in the United States except Utah by envelope. 19 16 may 1 day, that year's labor day, a handful of tiny powder was scattered under a cherry tree in Joe Hill, Hill's hometown in Garville, Sweden.

Many years later, Hill became the flag and symbol of the radical workers' movement. In the 1920s and 1930s of the Great Depression, Alfred Hayes wrote the famous "I dreamed of Joe Hill last night", which immediately swept the country:

I dreamed of Joe Hill last night.

Vivid with you and me.

I was surprised and asked:

Ah! Joe, you left ten years ago.

How can we meet again in the world,

No, he told me,

I've never died,

You know, I've never died ...