Why I Love Organized Labor
Why I Love Organized Labor
By D. S. Mitchell
A Little Love
I don’t normally talk about my personal experiences on this website, but today as we celebrate Labor Day I thought it might be a good time to talk about what labor unions have done for me personally, and why I love them.
History
I was born in 1946, which makes me geriatric. However, the era I grew up in was an era of powerful unions. My first job was at a large department store, where there was no union. I made .86 cents an hour. Thank God, this was only a summer job between high school and college.
Shifting Gears
I was going to college and near graduation when my boyfriend and I got pregnant. Oops. That caused some gear shifting. This was 1966, and pregnancy was a common incentive to speed up the wedding ceremony. No worries, life goes on. So after the birth of our gorgeous son I thought I should get a job and finish up the university degree part time. Well, in 1966 the minimum wage was somewhere around $1.25 per hour. Do some math. I’ll give you a minute. That is about $50 bucks a week or $2,500 a year; that’s before taxes and other withholdings.


















































































































































