‘When Gandhi mounted the platform and bowed to the people, a wild shout of welcome arose. “Mahatma Gandhi ki Jai!” echoed against the distant hills. Here, I saw, was a great man. This frail framework of bone and muscle clothed in a few yards of homespun cloth had, through his love for his fellow men, attained the lonely grandeur of greatness. It seemed to me that this was no longer a labor meeting, but convocation of men to hear the voice of one they believed holier than they.
‘Gandhi raised his hand to still the deafening acclamation. The gesture
commanded complete silence. Then he began to speak, to exhort each man
to give his utmost effort in the knowledge that God would watch over
him. Above all, he urged abstemiousness in all things, and complete
faith in prayer. He spoke like a man inspired. I wondered what would
happen in an American labor meeting if a union leader tried to persuade
the men to depend on God, to offer prayers for better working
conditions!
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