"How movements rise and then dissolve, melted by our shallow breath"
As the post-split AFL-CIO faces the likelihood of further defections, the trade union movement's siege mentality ushers in new lows in the internecine chaos. I guess it isn't enough to construct chimerical debates and let the bosses kick our asses; evidentially we have to beat one another to death. A glimmer of hope comes from the news that the NEA is allowing locals to join the AFL-CIO. Maybe this thawing of relations can translate into a NEA-AFT merger at some point in the next quarter century, but I don't plan on holding my breath.
"Sing 'Oh what force on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of one' like me remembering the way it could have been. Help me with this barricade. No surrender. No defeat. A spectre's haunting Albert Street. I am your pamphleteer."
"Sing 'Oh what force on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of one' like me remembering the way it could have been. Help me with this barricade. No surrender. No defeat. A spectre's haunting Albert Street. I am your pamphleteer."