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David H. Slavin
In the early 1970s, I helped found the “NY Collective,” a group of ex-SDS student radicals who had transitioned to workplace organizing. It later became Harper’s Ferry Organization and counted Theodore William Allen [author of the 2 vol. history _The Invention of the White Race_] among its founding members. Between jobs in the Post Office and the NY Transit Authority, I sought work in one of what at the time were hundreds of small factories in Long Island City (Queens). Noticing a ‘help wanted’ sign at one factory door, I walked in–off the street and filled out a short application. The foreman hired me on the spot. The shop handmade high-end, polished wood restaurant bars along with sinks and other stainless steel commercial kitchen equipment. I thought it would be great opportunity to learn a skilled trade in wood working. After filing my paperwork, the foreman took me aside and said, “Listen. I’m going to start you at $1.75 an hour, but keep it under your hat because other guys’ starting salaries are less.” He took me from the office to the shop. To my disappointment we passed through the woodworking section, where the workers were mostly middle-aged white men, and on to the steel sink manufacturing area in the back, where the workers were mostly young Hispanics. The foreman left me with the Hispanic lead worker. My first job was using a nail gun to knock together wooden shipping crates to protect finished sinks while they were being transported.
I can’t crawl inside the foreman’s head, but clearly he had decided to pay me more because he perceived me to be white and decided that I would need the incentive of a “white wage” to stick with the job. Other factors, such as English fluency and my claim to high school education (unverified except by the fact that I filled out the application form quickly and without errors), likely influenced his decision. Even those factors were part of my “white package,” so, realistically, his preferential treatment of me came down to race. So I faced the classic dilemma of solidarity or favoritism from the moment I walked in the door of the plant.
At this point in the story I might ask readers, what would be my next step, or flippantly (but respectfully) “what would Jesus do?” Unskilled or semi-skilled factory work may be more rare today than forty years ago, but as union contracts are torn up, union strength erodes, management imposes two-tier wages and benefit plans, labor laws are ever more laxly enforced, and as production in many IT-based sectors increasingly isolates workers, employers have been able to eliminate statutory starting pay and raises based on seniority, inflation and other objective criteria. Bargaining for wages has become less collective than at any time since the 1930s. Bosses and free market economists love to present such negotiations as two equal parties making a contract, an illusion that masks the realities of asymmetrical power — of who owns the means of production as private property protected by the full power of the state — and who has the ability to pit groups of workers against each other in a drive to the bottom, locally or globally and everywhere in between.
Before I divulge my course of action, I want to mention several solutions suggested by two longtime activists who attended a talk I gave in 2007 at the US Social Forum in Atlanta: one a community organizer and the other a union organizer. The former advised that I go back to the foreman and argue with him that paying me more was unfair to the other workers. I pointed out that in the context of class struggle, saying anything to any foreman except in the company of the rest of the workers in the shop, or through a union rep, was foolish and losing proposition. Going up against him alone identified me as a troublemaker who could be isolated if not fired. Individualism makes every working person vulnerable, and it ignores the main strength of workers–solidarity, their ability to band together and defend each other as part of the working class.
The union organizer, years my senior and with decades of experienced, counseled proceeding with caution. Spend a few weeks gaining the trust of the other workers, doing my job, eating lunch with them, etc., he said. Then tell them about the wage differential. In other words, he advised lying by omission until I gained their “trust” only to reveal how I had betrayed it. Moreover, this “organizer” was unable to see or understand what the 15 cents an hour was doing to _me_ as the recipient of this largesse. The secret deal put me under tacit obligation to, and in collusion with, the foreman. It made me beholden to him and isolated me from my fellow workers. The 10% differential acted like a poison pill, creating dependency on the boss. It neutralized and neutered me as a worker. To understand that lesson — solidarity first, last and always — “organizers” need to spend their time on the shop floor listening to their comrades, building awareness of power inequalities, and raising their own class consciousness before advocating a course of action.
I took the following steps: After spending the morning under the direction of the lead man in the metal shop, who spoke English, taught me the job and watched me carrying out the tasks until he was satisfied I could do them safely (his number one priority) on my own. At the first chance I could, the morning coffee break, I told him that the foreman had hired me at $1.75 an hour. His face went dark, and he immediately told the others in Spanish. He then pointed out two or three young men and said “these guys have been working here for 18 months and are still making $1.60.” Out of the dozen or so in the shop, everyone was upset or angry, directing not a little hostility at me.
My Spanish was passable at the time; I thought I could make myself understood. So I said in a firm voice, “Estoy listo de ir a la huelga para todos los companeros muchachos ganar $1.75.” I’m ready to go on strike for all the comrades – guys to get $1.75 an hour.
The barometric pressure in the room changed, and the impending storm shifted course from the “white boy” to the foreman. They huddled, speaking too rapidly for me to understand. I think they were discussing a walkout. There was no strike, but some time that afternoon the lead man and several others went to the foreman and gave him a piece of their collective mind. As for me, I was accepted, more fully by some, including the lead man, more grudgingly by others. But I was a part of the shop, not a tool of the boss. Over the next days, they told me stories.
All were Dominicans, many coming up to the US after LBJ sent in the marines in 1965 to overthrow Juan Bosch and the leftist, democratically elected regime he led. Many had been “communists,” i.e. union workers in the Dominican Republic. The union in this shop, the Carpenters Union, was one of the most corrupt in NYC. The only grievances it ever processed were those of the white cabinet makers in the front room. The only time my guys ever saw a union business agent was to inform them of dues increases. The powerlessness of the union was clear to me. In a shop with a union with real teeth, a foreman wouldn’t dare to take it on himself to pay more — or less — than the union scale.
One last point: at the end of the day the foreman angrily took me aside and said something to the effect that “I told you to keep your mouth shut. You made a lot of trouble for me today.” I decided the best defense was to play “dumb worker” and mumbled something about, gee it must have just slipped out. Punching out, I went chuckling on my way home. A few days later, I recounted the story to a meeting of Harper’s Ferry, and I never saw Ted Allen looking so pleased. I had slain the Jabberwock, white privilege. He positively chortled.
“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?/ Come to my arms, my beamish boy! / O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! / He chortled in his joy.
JABBERWOCKY Lewis Carroll (from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)
By Micheal Greenwood
There is a lot of talk in Washington D.C. and elsewhere these days about increasing the Federal minimal wage to $15.00 from $7.25 which was set in 2009. Today, inflation has made that 2009 dollar worth 72 cents.
Many states have already increased their minimum hourly wage. Is your state one of them?
To learn if it is follow this link, https://www.dol.gov/agencies/whd/minimum-wage or https://www.epi.org/publication/labor-day-2019-minimum-wage
Even if your state does exceed the current minimum hourly wage of $7.25 an hour, is it enough to meet the cost of living where you reside? To learn if it is, follow this link https://livingwage.mit.edu So when we talk about an hourly wage of $15.00 remember it still is not a living wage for most folks in the United Sates.
By Mike Greenwood
Sometimes I can approach a book naively as I did with Isabelle Wilkerson’s Caste. As I reserved the book from my local library, I remember thinking that “caste” is something I know happens in India but here, where I live? No way. Little did I realize or anticipate that I would be challenged again and again with her provocative premise that there is an unspoken caste system in the United States of America.
Caste was not a comfortable read especially given I read it in the context of Black Lives Matter vigils and protests, the trials of police offers who were acquitted of killing black men and women, and the reckoning by a lot of white folks that we have ignored systematic racism in our institutions and policies.
In the context of this crisis, Isabel Wilkerson laid out a case for systematic classism by identifying eight underlying pillars of a caste system and using examples, often from her own life, of how they operated in Nazi Germany, in India and within the United States. Allow me to share two of the multitude of examples she provides in her 496-page book:
- Nazi Germany was looking internationally for laws to protect and promote the “superior” Aryan race, and identified an ideal model for their legal justification of bigotry and eventual killings – the United States of America and our Jim Crow laws. Wilkerson notes that even the German researchers from that time were “confounded by the lengths to which America went to segregate its population.”
- Alongside tracing the history of caste Wilkerson traces the notion of race, because, as she explains, race is about caste. “Race does the heavy lifting for a caste system that demands a means of human division. Until the birth of the new nation of The United States of America, no one had heard of the word ‘black’ as a race. No one in Africa. Everyone there is African.” She adds that when, “People do cruel things against a person of different colour for no other reason than the colour – that’s racism. People who do cruel things to others in order to ‘put them in their place’ – that’s casteism.”
At times, I thought Wilkerson dwelled too much on how Trump and Republican policies supported our caste system. But reflecting back on my reading of Caste, after the January 6th insurrection, I understand why she did. Many of those policies kept a small minority encased in power and influence through their status and wealth. Finally, several months after reading Caste, I continue to question much which I never questioned before – questions as to how our laws, polices and white supremacy all support the walls of our caste system.