Labor Struggles [The Ludlow Massacre]

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I found this as an entry for September 5, 2006. I share it again because people need to know...

The Ludlow Massacre

Hope everyone has had an enjoyable Labor Day weekend. I hope that you have had an opportunity to gather with friends and family to observe the many that died in order to make fair wages, the 40-hour week, and vacations a reality.

That's OK, our Corporate Media and their bland whores -- the well-paid, hair-sprayed teleprompt readers -- would never focus on such a history. No, I don't blame you for forgetting about Labor and its impact on our lives. After all, there's much more important stuff to think about.

The history of Labor in the USA is one that is rarely ever discussed and until recently, you would be hard put to find any historical documentation on the history of Labor. There is a good reason for this: it is not a very pretty history. For those of us of a conservative orientation who like to mouth bullshit about the "good ole days," well they weren't so good! LOL! Not unless you consider child labor, or the lack of responsible overview that led to disease and death in the workplace, as good. One teacher, Samuel Yellin, wanted to teach Labor history to his high school students but was unable to find a textbook, so he wrote his own, American Labor Struggles. Until Howard Zinn and some others, this was the only book that documented the history of the US government's and Big Business' horrid response to the Labor movement.

One of the more heinous of episodes, what has come to be known as the Ludlow Massacre, reads like something out of a fascist state -- which is what corporatization is, in fact. When I first read this as part of a deal I made with my then high school-aged son, I was shocked that such things happened in these United States, with our lip service to individual freedom and fairness:

On April 20, 1914, 20 innocent men, women, and children were killed in the Ludlow Massacre. For some time, coal miners in Colorado and other western states had been trying to join the UMWA for many years. They were bitterly opposed by the coal operators, led by the Colorado Fuel and Iron Company.

As a result, for their striking, the miners and their families had been evicted from their company-owned houses and had set up a tent colony on public property. The ensuing massacre was a carefully planned attack on the tent colony by Colorado militiamen, coal company guards, and thugs hired as private detectives and strikebreakers. They shot and burned to death 20 people, including a dozen women and small children. Later, investigations would reveal that the tents were intentionally set on fire. The miners had dug foxholes in the tents so the women and children could avoid the bullets that randomly were shot through the tent colony by company thugs. The women and children were found huddled together at the bottoms of their tents.

The Baldwin Felts Detective Agency had been brought in to suppress the Colorado miners. They brought with them an armored car mounted with a machine gun--the Death Special-- that roamed the area spraying bullets. The day of the massacre, the miners were celebrating Greek Easter. At 10:00 AM, the militia ringed the camp and began firing into the tents upon a signal from the commander, Lt. Karl E. Lindenfelter. Not one of the perpetrators of the slaughter were ever punished, but scores of miners and their leaders were arrested and black-balled from the coal industry.

A monument erected by the UMWA stands today in Ludlow, Colorado in remembrance of the brave and innocent souls who died for freedom and human dignity.

Today, people enjoy taking potshots at unions. Much of this is the result of a media controlled by the very forces that opposes unionization; some of it is the result of bonehead actions taken the union leaders themselves. However, the only thing standing between you (if you're not a CEO) and complete servitude are unions, which is why Corporate Christianity abhors the Labor Movement.

I find it hard to write about individual improvement ("self help") when there is so much denial going on in our country. To stay quiet during times of atrocity is to be complicit in its crimes. Ask anyone that lived in Nazi Germany. Most of those people weren't evil, they just didn't act. There was too much to do, they were too busy, going about the time-consuming activities of daily living to do anything. So when they came to get the butcher, then the teacher, and finally the neighbor, there was no one around to help them because everyone had been taken already.

I write in the hopes that even one person can gain some awareness. Mass movements of social change are founded in this notion of changing one mind at a time. History shows us, as Margaret Meade observed many years ago: "Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful people could change the world. Indeed, it's the only thing that ever has."

Finally, close-minded, willfully ignorant people will label me as unpatriotic. Indeed, conservatives and others like to label those that would point out lies as enabling the "evil doers."

Bullshit!

I will leave you with the words of someone who was a lot better at this than I will ever hope to be:

"We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty," Edward R. Murrow said in 1954. "We must remember always that accusation is not proof, and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law.

"We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine, and remember that we are not descended from fearful men, not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate, and to defend causes that were for the moment unpopular."

Remember to give thanks to all those mean, women, and children who had the cojones to lay down their lives for their convictions, so that we could have better lives.

Love,

Eddie

The Turn of the Screw

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It's been hard not having computer access... LOL! Not just for here, but I haven't been writing. It's a little difficult writing in a new place where there's little solitude, so I haven't been writing at all.

But that should be the least of my worries. I've had the week from hell. When the city moved my things, they also robbed me blind. I am missing many of my things:

• All my shoes
• My iPods and some other electronics
• A watch
• Some clothes

But most of all, what cuts me the deepest, is the missing external harddrive which had all -- everything. Everything I've written for the last two years, including three unfinished short stories, all my poems -- of my writings.

Everything.

The first ma'fuccan genius who dares mention the word backup gets deleted! LOL

The only consolation, I guess is that I had password-protected all my drives. Try to figure it out too many times and hopefully it will erase itself like my friend the computer genius told me it would.

All my clothes, many of which were very expensive, were thrown haphazardly into boxes with no concern or reason. Many items were damaged as a result. My old computer had its wires yanked out and was thrown into a box -- actually flung into a box, it seems.

I figured that this episode cost me over $5,000 in money spent moving and the things I'm missing. I'm not even factoring in my time lost from work and the sleepless nights. I have to say that I'm at a point where -- well, I don't where I'm at. LOL!

To top it all off, I log into 360 this morning only to find out Nina cut her fuckin' hair!!!

Sheesh...

At least I have the financial resources to dig myself out of this hole. Moreover, the material things can always be replaced, little by little. It's the harddrive with all my work that's the hardest to let go. There was so much work, so many hours, so much blood and sweat in that harddrive.

I guess some things are harder to process than others are. I'll just write again -- and again. I'm just finding it hard to do this right now.

It seems that this is all about (aside from my procrastination) transitions and making some major changes in my life in all the areas. So, the good thing to take away from this is that I now have to take an honest look at my life's direction and where I'm headed -- begin a new journey. I've been putting this off for some time, but it's time to chart a new path, begin rebuilding. In actuality, this is a reminder that I should feel a sense of gratitude in knowing that there's a takeaway from all this -- something good.

Missed all of you and I wish you all better days than the ones I''ve been having lately LOL!

Love,

Eddie