This book is badass. I mean that in the way that people used to be so much more badass than they are now. People now are such wimps. But back in the day, man, they were badass; right?
So okay, take this to heart: back in the day, when America's work was still mostly grunt, blue-collar work; when there wasn't a social welfare net; when immigrants were still pouring over from europe and things were hard, winter was cold and it wasn't illegal for CPS not to turn on the gas...You have to think of another time, when people were harder, colder, (i think shorter) & a little more badass.
Stage set? Good.
Now add in this storyline. Here we have the lineup of teamsters getting paid shit-fifty an hour to do grueling back-breaking work and their pennies actually lead up only to a starvation diet with debt for dessert. On top of that, The NRA (National Industrial Recovery Act): Changed the gold content of the dollar to sixty-cents (a move to battle inflation~raise prices); the enactment of "fair competition" or employers who would voluntarily set minimum wage rates and maximum hours; as well as anti-trust laws suspended, which means NRA labor codes for each industry were thereby decided by the employers alone...
You have the makings of a shitstorm for disgruntled employees:
If the workers are more or less holding their own in daily life and expecting that they can get ahead slowly, they won't tend to radicalize. Things are different when they are losing ground and the future looks precarious to them. Then a change begins to occur in their attitude, which is not always immediately apparent. The tinder of discontent begins to pile up. Any spark can light it, and once lit, the fire can spread rapidly.
This is a history of the organization of the Teamsters by Dobbs and a few others, to rally, strike, picket and martyr for the sake of stake in an industry which they had invested their blood, sweat, tears, time, energy and livelihood.
What's striking about it is how crazy it all was. The cops coming at them with beefed-up, state-of-the-art rifles when they were intentionally unarmed for the sake of disarming the cops (Didn't work. Cops fired on and killed defenseless people); or the organization of these teamsters: setting up an entire headquarters for the picket, forming an alliance with the Farmer's Holiday Association, all the people who were involved, all of their resolve!:
The aim would be to draw in wives, girl friends, sisters, and mothers of union members. Instead of having their morale corroded by financial difficulties they would face during the strike, he pointed out, they should be drawn into the thick of battle where they could learn unionism through firsthand participation
It's just fucking amazing how coordinated, how pointed these workers were. This kind of strike, i mean, not rooted in nonviolent resistance, but rooted, rather, in a badass need for change (not advocating that it's better, just different):
Contrary to the bosses' hopes and expectations, the strikers were not paralyzed with fear at the prospect of facing an army of cops and deputies. Instead they began to show the positive side of the workers' illusions about capitalist democracy.
The negative side of their beliefs lies in the assumption that they have inviolable democratic rights under capitalist rule. It is a mistake assumption that can remain intact, in the long run, only until they try to exercise such rights in the class struggle. When that happens the workers learn that they have been the victims of an illusion. Yet they still feel entitled to the rights involved and they will fight all the harder to make them a reality. A negative misconception then becomes transformed into a positive aspiration, as was about to happen in Minneapolis
And also, the failings of the International. Union wasn't unknown, in fact it was a household term. But even then, the International was marred by corruption. Tobin, the International president for the duration of this strike, is derided by Dobbs. They have to strategize around his management-supporting bias:
In Minneapolis, the AFL was the dominant labor organization and Local 574 was affiliated with it. Any attempt to bypass the AFL and set up an independent union would have been self-defeating. The AFL officialdom would automatically oppose such a step by taking counter measures to draw workers into the existing union structure. Confusion and division would result from which only the bosses could benefit.
By putting a reverse twist on the "general" jurisdiction, it would be possible to derive some advantage from the nature of Local 574's charter. A successful organizing drive could flood the local with new members from all parts of the industry. Before Tobin could get around to cutting them up into subcrafts, a situation could develop that was beyond his power to control. Such potential was inherent in the trucking industry because it was strategic to the whole ecomonic complex in a commerical city like Minneapolis. This factor made the truck drivers the most powerful body of workers in the town. Their power was further enhanced by the fact that it was difficult to use strikebreakers, since the trucks had to operate on the streets.
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The key to such a tactic lay in a contradiction faced by the union bureaucrats. In their fundamental outlook they were oriented toward collaboration with the capitalists, but they were of no value to the ruling class unless they had a base from which to operate in the unions. To maintain such a base they had to deliver something for the workers. In the campaign about to begin, however, they would be put up against leadership responsiblities that they couldn't meet. Thus the indicated tactic was to aim the workers' fire straight at the employers and catch the union bureaucrats in the middle. If they didn't react positively, they would stand discredited.
If nothing else, this book stands to a testament that less than a hundred years ago; men brawled on the streets with purpose. You may see drunks do it today, or men shouting at each other--but who brawls?
What a stereotypically masculine history, right? If Fight Club wasn't so nihilistic, if it was straining towards some constitutional ethos--maybe it would look like this. You have the male thumb and it pressing hard, gritty, mad into this city: Minneapolis. And the result is just mesmerizing. Fuck MMA and the Superbowl. Read some history, dog:
Shortly after the Newspaper Alley victims had been brought in, two city police barged into the strike headquarters claiming that the pickets had kidnapped a scab driver. If he wasn't handed over, they threatened, the strike leaders would be arrested and, clubs at the ready, they started for the picket dispatcher's office. All the pentup wrath against police brutality was vented on them. Within mintues they lay unconscious in front of the headquarters where they stayed until an ambulance came for them in response to a call put in by the union. So many pickets had gone for the two police that they got in one another's way. Sherman Oakes, a coal and ice driver, swung a club at one cop and accidentally hit another striker, Bill Abar, breaking his arm. Sherman burst into tears. We couldn't figure out whether it was because he hit Bill or because he missed the cop.