I had no idea Ms. Kingsolver was like this!!! I read the Poisonwood Bible when I was 13 and I think I read the Bean Trees in high school. This was her first book and it’s an account of an event I had never even heard of. In 1983 workers at Phelps Dodge mines in Arizona went on strike. The miners went on strike pretty much every three years whenever the contract was renegotiated, but this time was different. Most strikes had a Women’s Auxiliary Group, which was a group of worker’s wives who made snacks for picketers and generally provided moral support. During the 1983 strike, which lasted over a year, this group of women held down the fort and ultimately became quite radical. The company and the state colluded in dramatic shows of force including bringing in the national guard and DPS (Department of Public Safety) to occupy the small communities. They gassed people without provocation, they threw people in jail on trumped-up charges, they surveilled and harassed everyday citizens. It is pretty astonishing. I shouldn’t be surprised since it was only a couple years ago that our own city was basically occupied. Still I was shocked at the show of force the state brought on to a very small community fighting for their rights. These women transcended not only the usual role of the Auxiliary group, but their roles as women in the small mining community. Not only is this an incredible story of women’s empowerment, but had explicitly racialized dimensions. Their Mexican heritage and history is inextricable from their struggle. It was inspiring and fortifying and shows how much ordinary people can do when standing together. It also shows what lengths the state will go to suppress dissent.
Why were the women so determined? Most of the women involved in the strike were the wives of miners, but several were miners themselves. They discussed the difficulties women faced on the job and how much the Union protected them. Most of the women had strong pro-union convictions out of respect for their families.. It would not only be a disservice to themselves to accept a weaker contract, but to their fathers and grandfathers. Their forefathers had fought for these protections and they would be damned if they let them slip away. (In 1917 demand for copper was high due to WW1. The miners were angry that they were not getting any benefit from the increased demand and were working harder than ever. They went on strike in Bisbee, Arizona. The US Government rounded up 2,000 strikers and put them in a concentration camp. Most of them never returned . I’ve never heard of this incident. What a disgusting country.)
Additionally, it’s extremely important to note that this community was completely segregated until the late 60s. Mexicans were dedicated to organizing because it wasn’t just about their jobs, they were fighting for their rights in every aspect of life. The fight for integration in housing and schools, for equal pay, for basic dignity was all fought in contract bargaining. “We would negotiate, then the Anglos would come along and say, ‘just sign me too’. The Mexicans fought harder because we were discriminated against–those other guys had all the cushy jobs. After we got the union it got better and better” (17).
“The threat to their standard of living was not just personally dangerous; they saw it as an insult to their ancestors. These tiny isolated downs have steeped for half a century in their own labor traditions and extracted a sense of price that provides their only medicine against hard times. Even for those women who weren’t miners themselves, the union they’d grown up with was a tool as familiar to them as a can opener or a stove. They knew exactly where they’d be without it: living in Tortilla Flats or Indian Town, barred from the social club, the library, and the swimming pool. Living with husbands who broke their backs and spirits for half a white man’s wage…They marched for the union because they knew in their bones a union banner was the only curtain between themselves and humiliation. Being cursed by scabs or the National Guard is a lesser evil by far than the curse of a father’s ghost.” (20).
The Woman’s Auxiliary maintained the picket line and the visibility of the strike, but they also created life-sustaining operations out of nothing to help striking families survive. In the three towns that HTL covers, the company owns EVERYTHING. They buy food in the company store. The company owns their houses. The company owns their utilities. The company owns the clinic they go to. The Women’s Auxiliary organized food drives and community childcare. A company doctor, Jorge O’leary, was fired for being sympathetic to the strike. He set up a People’s Clinic where anyone could get free healthcare. Bruce Springsteen actually donated all of his Phoenix concert proceeds to the clinic! These actions greatly reduced the people's dependance on the company for basic needs. They also planned rallies and actions, to the point where there was a schism between union leadership and the women– they thought the women were becoming too radical and brash.
Most of these women had been housewives all their lives. The women’s domestic skills prepared for them to persevere in the strike. They have organizational skills needed to run a household. They spend all day mediating conflict between family members. They have social skills to talk with people and make them understand the situation. Creativity in making ends meet on limited means. Logistical skills. (109). These skills all transferred into making them excellent organizers, even if they had never read a word of theory. However, being so good at organizing due to those domestic skills ultimately lead many of the women to transcend their domestic role. It was a dialectical transformation: “These women had crossed the Rubicon. What began as an extension of domestic servility became a contradiction of it in the end, mainly because the women had altered their perception of what they felt was important, worthwhile, and within their power to do” (178). Many marriages did not survive the strike because their husbands were resentful at how involved and outspoken their wives had become. Men already felt emasculated by their inability to provide for their families during the strike. It was salt in the wound to see the women out there working harder than anyone else.
Another contradiction arises in their goals for their children. Do you fight for your children to stay here or fight for them to get out of the small town and go to the big city and get an education? It makes sense for a parent to want their child to have more success than they had. But at the same time, so much of the strength of their union relies on their convictions due to family history and identity as union miners. Lately there is more of an emphasis on self-actualization and there’s also this idea that your job shouldn’t be your whole life. I totally agree and think this is a natural reaction to a society that places so much emphasis on money and your job as if your profession is who you are. But the downside to this detachment of identity from work is that it’s difficult to get people to join the labor movement because they have less personal investment in making a job better. Why should I care about unionizing my shitty retail job? This is just a temporary job until I achieve my REAL dreams. If there is no pride in your work it’s hard to care about protecting it. I understand why someone would not want to be a copper miner. And I understand why people would not want to work retail. But people do need to do these jobs, and if the people who are doing these jobs do not care, they are much more easily exploited. I wonder where the children of these women are now. It is really difficult for small towns to survive when their only industry dies, because the kids do not want to stay. It’s especially difficult with the internet now that you can see other ways of life so easily. And who can blame anyone for wanting to move to the big city where there are more opportunities. But it’s sad to read the chapters where the women talk about the pride they have in their small town and community, because they’ve been there for generations. If there is no one to care, the thing dies whether it's a union drive or an entire town. We can’t all go to New York City.
HTL has an example of a town that didn’t have as strong of a sense of ancestral/community obligation and pride. There was a mine near Tucson run by a different company that also had a walkout on the same day as the PD mines. But they accepted a worse contract within 4 days. Why were these small towns able to hold out? Because at the Duval mine, the workers all commuted from Tucson and the job was just a job. In Ajo and Clifton and Morenci, the mine was their community and their history and their families. And everyone there understood that accepting a worse contract would set a precedent for all the other mines and even the whole labor movement. This is a constant carrot dangled in bargaining, where you want to take a deal because it will be good for you in the short term, but you have to think of the precedent it sets for other contracts in your industry. The people in the PD towns understood themselves as part of a larger history.
The past few years have had a wave of unionization campaigns and some of the biggest growth has been in industries that people don’t think of as Real Workers, like baristas and retail workers. This is something that comes up often in organizing– people understand the need for a union in a factory or a coal mine but think service workers are a bunch of latte-sipping babies who love to complain. I am not saying that we have it as hard as miners, of course, but some of the rhetoric the miners faced sounds exactly like this discourse. The unionized miners fought to get 8 hour shifts and to limit days in a row at 14. The scabs work 12 hour shifts for 26 days in a row. Newspaper editorials call the strikers whiny and lazy for only being willing to work 8 hrs a day for 14 days. This proved to me that no matter what people will call you lazy for trying to improve things. If workers before us did not continue to push for better conditions, we would not have the 8 hour/5 day schedule we have now. Some places are changing to a 4 day workweek and workers report increased happiness with no loss of productivity. People push back on that saying it’s sooooo lazy and I worked 6 days a week 16 hours a day with no complaining blah blah blah. Sometimes I even catch myself thinking that 5 days is not actually that bad, but then I think of everything I could be doing if I worked 6 hours a day 4 days a week. I’m not even anti-work, but we do not need everyone to be working this many hours for society to function. This section was important for me to read because it reminded me that things can always be better, and that if you always accept your lot the way it is you’ll never improve and companies will always push as far as they can. They want us to have a chip on our shoulder about how hard things are so that we never try to get anything better!
The media also kept depicting the strikers as greedy and money-hungry. They were not. They had already agreed to a wage freeze because they knew the copper industry wasn’t doing well. Strikers have other important demands like safety and respect. And often the safety of the public is a concern– I couldn’t help but think about the recent Railroad union’s contract that the democrats forcibly pushed through. Workers had safety concerns about corner cutting, but profit is God and then we end up with horrible accidents like the derailment in East Palestine. Union members aren’t trying to be millionaires, if we wanted to be millionaires we would be in very different lines of work. Additionally, as I said before, some contracts can’t be accepted even if they seem good on the surface because of the precedent they will set for other contracts. HTL did a fantastic job of explaining the deeper reasons the miners could not give up on the strike that went further than simple economics.
Why wait until you’re in desperate need of a union to organize? This is another thing that I have found challenging about organizing, is that things are ~ok~ a lot of the time. Sometimes companies do treat their workers fairly, but if something goes south such as say, a global pandemic, or copper prices falling, they will absolutely not give a fuck bout you. It’s very difficult to organize preemptively because people need something terrible to react against. But when it’s a gut reaction it’s not planned out and is not as effective or sustainable as it could be, or in many cases it’s simply too late. This pattern happens over and over from climate change to police violence to school shootings to building stronger levees for a city to union organizing. We all know that there’s a risk of things going wrong, but do nothing until something bad happens, and then there’s only reactionary outrage that can’t be channeled into effective change.
”I see a lot of people walking around like somnambulists– women who don’t work for a cause because it doesn’t affect them directly. Not doing anything because they don't need anything right now. I want to say to these women, good grief, wake up! Sooner or later this lack of planning is going to come down and bear on them– just like it has with us. Three, four years ago we didn’t need anything either, but now we do and we’re caught with our pants down. Think what we could do if we had started right after the last strike and had time to build up our resources, instead of having to earn from scratch everything that we need “ (155).
In the end, the union was decertified and the mines were closed. This was ultimately a major blow to unions in Arizona and the labor movement across the country. It’s extremely discouraging and frustrating. But Kingsolver chooses to focus on the positives and give the book a sort of happy ending because she is doing more of an ethnography of the women rather than a study of the labor movement as a whole. The people viewed the end of the strike as a moral victory. Throughout the strike, PD spent millions of dollars on escorts and security for the scabs. It’s obvious that this wasn’t even about the money or else they could have simply given that money to the workers. It was an ideological battle about control. They wanted to destroy the unions on principle. Nearly everyone who had gotten slapped with bullshit charges had their charges dropped because it was obvious they wouldn’t get convictions in courts. Many people who were victimized by the state filed lawsuits, and many won or settled out of court. But most of the lawsuits were against the state for excessive shows of force; they were not successful in attempts to prove that the state colluded with PD nor were they able to make PD pay. They kept winning moral high ground but materially they were still fucked over. I can’t say I’m surprised or disappointed by the ending, because that’s really what happened. It’s discouraging to think about how much they fought and in a way still lost.
But the gains in empowerment, women’s roles in the community, and simply the knowledge that they could fend for themselves are invaluable. Some of the women who had trouble speaking up at dinnertime go on to give speeches at union halls across the country. They are able to connect their struggle to other struggles around the world: “Before I don’t know what we talked about. Who got married, who’s messing around with who. Now we talk about Nicaragua, about apartheid. It’s been in the news that people are rising up in the Philippines against the Marcos regime, so that becomes the topic of conversion. This is women! This is a change for everybody, but especially for us” (180). It was still a deeply inspiring story about the ingenuity, courage and perseverance of these women. Bargaining has taken a long time and I get fatigued and burnt out just like they want me to, but then I read something like this about people persevering and I feel stronger. So I am incredibly thankful to these women and to Kingsolver for telling their stories.