"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter" Martin Luther King, Jr.

Donna Puleio MD

Personal tragedy and grevious loss cause radical change in an individual's world view and a reevaluation of "things that matter". My brother, Gary Puleio, was killed on August 15, 2001 as a result of unsafe working conditions, inadequate regulatory oversite and the pursuit of corporate greed over workers' needs.

What matters to me now is the creation of a just society that values workers and puts peoples' needs and well being before profits.

Donna Puleio MD
"Capital is reckless of the health or length of the life of the laborer, unless under compulsion from society"---Karl Marx

Saturday, September 12, 2009

An Occurrence at Republic Steel - by Howard Fast

An Occurrence at Republic Steel - by Howard Fast: "1.
Memorial Day in Chicago in 1937 was hot, humid, and sunny; it was the right kind of day for the parade and the holiday, the kind of day that takes the soreness out of a Civil War veteran's back and allows him to amble along with the youngsters a quarter his age. It was a day for picnics, for boating, for the beach or a long ride into the country. It was a day when patriotic sentiments could be washed down comfortably with Coca-Cola or a bottle of beer, as you preferred. And there's no doubt but that a good deal of that holiday feeling was present in the strikers who gathered on the prairie outside and around Republic Steel's Chicago plant.
Most of the strikers felt good. Tom Girdler, who ran Republic, had said that he would go back to hoeing potatoes before he would meet the strikers' demands, and the word went around that old Tom could do worse than earn an honest living hoeing potatoes. The strike was less than a week old; the strikers had not yet felt the pinch of hunger, and there was a good sense of solidarity everywhere. Because it was such a fine summer day, many of the strikers brought their children out onto the prairie to attend the first big mass meeting; and wherever you looked, you saw two-year-olds and three-year-olds riding pick-a-back on the heavy-muscled shoulders of steelworkers. And because it was in the way of being their special occasion as well as a patriotic holiday, the women wore their best and brightest.
In knots and clusters, they drifted towards Sam's Place on South Green Bay Avenue. Once, Sam's Place had been a ten-cents-a-dance hall; now it was strike headquarters, which meant, in terms of the strike, just about everything. There, the women had set up their soup kitchen, and there the Union Strategy Board planned the day-to-day work; food was coll"