My mother, she worked for the CIO as a labor organizer, and she made sure we had appropriate heroes, flesh-and-blood people. She would clip columns out of The Cleveland Plain Dealer, a good labor paper in its day, and paste ‘em in scrapbooks. We could take it to school to share with our friends at the equivalent of show-and-tell. Scrapbooks were mainly filled with clippings about bank robbers. She seemed to favor bank robbers. Called them class heroes. Didn’t understand at the time what she meant – I do now.
— Utah Phillips