The village blacksmith shop was abandoned, the roadside shoe shop was deserted, the tailor left his bench, and all together these mechanics [workers] turned away from their country homes and wended their way to the cities wherein the large factories had been erected. The gates were unlocked in the morning to allow them to enter, and after their daily tasks were done the gates were closed after them in the evening. Silently and thoughtfully, these men went to their homes. They no longer carried the keys of the workshop, for the workshop, tools and key belong not to them, but to their master.
—Terrence Powderly, grand master workman, Knights of Labor, United States, 1889, in Briskin (1996, p. 91)
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