“The final impression was not of ragged, tawdry clothing nor of pinched and sallow faces, but of myriads of hands, empty, pathetic, nerveless and workworn... Perhaps nothing is so fraught with significance as the human hand... I have never been able to see a number of hands held upward... without a certain revival of this memory, a clutching at the heart reminiscent of the despair and resentment which seized me then.” Jane Addams, Twenty Years at Hull-House.