Then the goons in the caddies drove back to Detroit, and dad and the rest walked the picket lines. People who wildcatted that strike where hurt or killed… I remember one guy was hauling dynamite for the coal mines in KY. The sniper that shot his truck hit the load… It cratered the road. Dad died in harness about 20 years ago. Mom got the princely sum of 28 bucks a month as survivor benefits until she remarried. Tell me why I should support the union?
I remember hearing about attempts at this in my grandparents’ hometown.
It didn’t work, mostly because EVERYONE was so close-tied– yeah, the workers were from a different town than the management, but all the workers were neighbors, and couldn’t be singled out by out-of-town goons.