It’s my birthday today. I’m holed up in the house I haven’t left since Saturday thanks to approximately 20” of snow dumped on us with more on the way. I’m in the midst of making myself a birthday brunch (hash browns, bacon, runny fried eggs, orange and grapefruit supremed salad). Later I’ll make myself a rhubarb birthday cake for myself to share with coworkers who have never tasted rhubarb.
But even though I’m entering the second year of my 40s (41, thanks), a time I should be savoring, I don’t feel much like celebrating anything. Normally I would throw myself a big birthday party. Not this year. This year I feel worn out (to quote Bilbo Baggins), like too little butter scraped over too much bread. Some of that is my work schedule (40 hours/week plus a 75-90 minute commute - each way), which as you’ve likely noticed is the reason why I’ve been so radio silent this past year. A big part of it is the energy expended enduring the fascist regime, which is designed to wear you down. But while it isn’t exactly a new year’s resolution, I’m trying to give myself more time for research and writing.
As a historian of the Progressive Era and now the American Revolution and colonial era, today’s resemblance to the past is ever-present in my mind. Our current political regime may wish it were post-Weimar Germany, but it echoes our own past, too - enslavement, Indigenous genocide rebranded as “Indian wars,” and the anti-immigrant and anti-socialist sentiments that riddle the Progressive Era. We’re also echoing the income inequality of colonial era manor lords and plantation owners, of tenant farmers and sharecroppers, of robber barons and monopolists. History rhymes because we’ve never really solved the problems that have plagued us since the beginning.
America is a paradox. On the one hand, our founding documents highlight our highest ideals: freedom, equality, liberty and justice for all. On the other hand, our country was built on might-makes-right - in taking Indigenous land by hook or by crook, in kidnapping people and forcing them into hereditary chattel slavery, in exploiting the poor for profit.
The modern “conservative” right-wing politicians across the globe want to bring back might-makes-right (and not just in the US). It’s why they so often hearken back to Western antiquity, or the Medieval period, when warlords and emperors ruled and peasants suffered.
But if you look at human history, while there are plenty of warlords and emperors, there are also plenty of communities living communally - including in the Medieval period and the ancient world, and especially in Indigenous communities around the globe. People generally supporting one another, respecting women and children and the earth. Not to romanticize Indigenous history, but there’s a grain of truth in cultures that center the community - instead of the individual.
On the other hand, American individualism has resulted in a great many protections for people who might otherwise be subsumed or persecuted by the majority.
I don’t have the answers to all of our problems, but I do know that we can find possible solutions by looking to the past.
I grew up in North Dakota, in Fargo, right on the border of Minnesota. I spent many a summer “at the lakes” with my relatives growing up - coincidentally both sets of grandparents had little single wide lake “cabins” on the same small lake. I went to undergrad in Minnesota - although technically Concordia College was even closer to my house than NDSU - and I visited Minneapolis-St. Paul (or “the Cities” as well called them) many a time growing up and in high school and college. My heart is with all of my friends and relatives suffering from the occupation of Minneapolis by ICE. But I’m also aware of how well-suited Minnesota is to resistance.
The upper Midwest has a long history of Scandinavian socialism. I’m researching the Non-Partisan League in North Dakota for an article right now. Minnesota’s Iron Range had a socialist mayor in the 1920s (the great-grandfather of a friend of mine) and has a long history of both Finnish socialism and union organizing. Minnesota doesn’t have a Democratic Party - it has the DFL - the Democratic-Farm-Labor party (just like North Dakota’s Democrats are technically the Democratic-Nonpartisan-League party). Wisconsin had Bob LaFollette and the Wisconsin Idea influenced many of FDR’s policies. More recently, Minnesota had progressive Senator Paul Wellstone, who died tragically in a plane crash before his third term, but whom Minnesotans still reference.
The upper Midwest also has what has become known as “Minnesota Nice.” Having grown up “out west” and also having spent the last 17 years in the highly-populated Northeast, I’ve come to understand what marks the profound cultural differences between them. If you’ve ever experienced New York’s “Fuck you” brand of directness that Midwesterners consider rude, you might understand the role that higher population and resource competition plays in how they interact with their neighbors, and why tiny towns whose borders touch can have such heated rivalries (no, not that one). New Yorkers and New Englanders can afford to offend their neighbors. If they need help, they can call on nearby relatives or neighbors they actually like.
But in the upper Midwest, populations are small and towns are few and far between. In the Northeast, a farm of around 200 acres is average. In North Dakota, the average farm size is 1,500 acres. In that situation, you don’t have the luxury of offending your neighbors, because you might need their help. Historically, if your barn burned down, or you got injured and couldn’t harvest or plant your crop, your neighbors stepped in to help you, no questions asked and no compensation requested. In practice (historically at least), it led to a “live and let live” attitude on controversial topics. An, “I won’t bring it up if you won’t,” sort of social pact. On the one hand, this is at the root of Midwestern nice and polite behavior. The “nice” that extends to asking walkers in rural areas if they need a ride, or pushing a random stranger’s car out of a snowbank with other random strangers, or banding together to sandbag peoples’ houses in a flood. The downside is that bad behavior, including family abuse, often gets ignored, and people who bring up differences (especially LGBTQ+ folks) by living their truth can get shunned.
The other element at play here is that most people in Minnesota can trace their ancestry back only a few generations to immigration. Minnesota has a strong Indigenous culture because of relatively late European settlement, and while most immigrant Minnesotans will proudly share their cultural heritage from other countries, they also don’t have the same level of “we were here first” attitudes that pervade the Northeast. Even New York, for all its storied immigrant diversity, has plenty of townies (including in Manhattan) who proudly claim their ancestors came over on the Mayflower, or have been in New York since the 17th century - as if staying in one place for generations makes for superiority.
We’re seeing that play out in Minneapolis right now - as plenty of upper-middle-class White folks identify their own immigrant heritage with their more recent immigrant neighbors, and start to use their privilege (and their bodies) to defend them.
I know you’re probably wondering where on earth I’m going with this, given the title of this article. I think what’s happening in Minnesota is that folks are realizing that the police abuses and “might-makes-right” mentality of people in power which has been applied to people of color for generations, is now applicable to everyone. Folks are waking up to their white privilege, and standing in solidarity to push back. They’ve realized that if things continue as they are, they’ll have nothing left to lose. If the federal government is willfully ignoring the Constitution, what else is there?
This happened in the past, too. When looking at the protests in Minneapolis, I’m reminded of the food riots in the lead up to and during World War I. There were riots all over the place (including in Russia - women’s bread riots in February of 1917 ultimately led to the October Revolution). But in New York City, the riots happened primarily on the Lower East Side, where Jewish immigrants with socialist political leanings organized ordinary people into boycotts and ultimately riots to protest food inflation and an administration that did nothing to stop it.
For these women, they really did have nothing left to lose. They weren’t in danger of being disappeared by secret police. But they and their children were starving. Food prices had skyrocketed while wages remained stagnant (called stagflation - sound familiar?). Even the cheapest foods like cabbages, onions, and potatoes, went up by as much as 200%. Meat and milk were unaffordable. The first protest was a march of 300 women, most clad only in shawls, marching in the rain to city hall to request an audience with the Mayor. He was either otherwise occupied or refused to see them. They asked for municipal markets and bakeries to help lower the cost of food, especially for their children (I’m actually working on another article on Mayor Mitchel and his municipal markets). That was in mid-December, 1916.
By mid-February, 1917, things came to a head. On February 21st, in response to increased prices from pushcart operators, over 1,000 women rioted, overturning and even burning carts, before marching on City Hall. The next day, over 5,000 women and children turned up for an organizing rally in a hall that held around 1,000. Those who were kept out broke down the iron gates outside, while the speakers and organizers struggled to be heard inside. The riots got national attention, being debated in Congress the next day (in which several Congressmen pointed out the extreme income inequality in NYC), and food riots also broke out in Philadelphia and Boston on February 22nd.
These women were not homeless, their husbands were not unemployed. Wages that used to support their families adequately simply did not stretch enough to feed them anymore. Sound familiar?
The phrase “Bread for all, and roses for all” was first published in 1911 by suffragist Helen Todd writing for American Magazine about her efforts to promote women’s suffrage by automobile, but it was attributed to of all things a pillow owned by labor organizer and activist Mother Jones. Inspired by a speech Todd gave on suffrage, poet James Oppenheim published a poem entitled, “Bread for all, and roses, too” (also in American Magazine and also in 1911). “Bread and roses” became the rallying cry of labor activists at the Lawrence, Massachusetts textile mill strike in early 1912, which became known as the Bread and Roses strike. New government regulations reducing the workweek had led Lawrence mill owners cut pay accordingly. Unable to survive on less, the mill workers struck violently, and eventually managed a 10% pay increase, even on reduced hours. Strikes continue to be put down violently throughout the Progressive Era, and plenty of states call out militia and plenty of factory owners hire private detectives or private armies to violently suppress the strikes. The federal government also sometimes got involved, almost always on the side of the owners. During the 1894 Pullman Strike President Grover Cleveland sent in federal troops to end the strike and get the railroads running again. In 1914, the Colorado National Guard participated in the Ludlow Massacre. In 1919, during a steel strike in Gary, Indiana, the US Army took over and declared martial law. A 1921 West Virginia coal miner’s strike ended when Warren G. Harding sent in the US Army.
In the 1930s, the federal government issued legislation protecting unions and union membership. Still, the violence persisted. On Memorial Day, 1937, while Chicago steelworkers protested over a union contract, the Chicago police dispensed tear gas and shot at the protesters for refusing to disperse, killing 10 people.
The modern-day events in Minnesota are certainly nothing new to union organizers, but this is perhaps the first time federal agents have acted so indiscriminately, gassing whole neighborhoods, beating and kidnapping without cause, warrants, or even verbal warnings. The casual brutality of the killing of nonviolent protestors Renee Good and Alex Pretti finally seems to have shocked the nation into action.
Because of that pushback, the tide is turning. Just today, the news that Border Patrol commander (and wannabe SS officer) Greg Bovino was being recalled from Minnesota, and taking some Border Patrol units with him. The GOP candidate for Minnesota governor has pulled out of the race, citing the Trump regime’s actions in Minneapolis. Even Trump himself is starting to waffle, aware of the public relations nightmare and the backlash against the obvious lies of Kristi Noem and other Department of Homeland Security officials.
Every protest and strike moves us forward, however incrementally. I think about the progress that folks in the past have made, and the sacrifices they made to get us where we are today, and the sacrifices people are making now to get us someplace better in the future.
James Oppenheim’s poem was set to music in 1976 by Mimi Farina. Please listen to this gorgeous rendition by Judy Collins. You won’t regret it.
More recently, the Marxist wing of the Democratic Socialists of America call themselves “Bread and Roses,” and Zohran Mamdani had Lucy Dacus perform the song at his inauguration.
Here’s the full text of the poem (or song lyrics, if you will):
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.
As a staunch home cook, who loves to cook for others, and as the daughter and sister of florists, we do need bread and roses, and I don’t mean just literally (although I love homemade bread and garden roses).
We don’t need stagflation and AI slop, working paycheck-to-paycheck for corporate overlords who would replace us in a heartbeat. We need living wages and free time to pursue creative endeavors. And we need lives free of secret police kidnappings and fascist violence, too. Bread and roses, bread and roses.





