“I am a man.” - On February 12, 1968, Memphis sanitation workers, the majority of whom were Black, went on strike demanding recognition for their union, better wages, and safer working conditions after two trash handlers were killed by a malfunctioning garbage truck. The strike gained national attention and dragged on into March. Striking workers carried copies of a poster declaring “I AM A MAN,” a statement that recalled a question abolitionists posed more than 100 years earlier, “Am I not a man and a brother?”
In 1968, after failed negotiations with Union Bosses and politicians, sanitation workers of New York City went on a 9 day strike. People describe shoulder-high mounds of trash and an unbearable smell. In accordance with stereotypes, low income neighborhoods suffered the worst while areas like City Hall managed to have their garbage removed.
In front of the mirror she checked her mobile. As she had expected, a message from Matthew was waiting, but the tone was no longer pleading and conciliatory.
If you sleep with him, we’re over for good. You might think it’ll make things even but it’s not like for like. Sarah was a long time ago, we were kids and I didn’t do it to hurt you. Think about what you’re throwing away, Robin. I love you.
“Sorry,” Robin muttered, moving aside to allow an impatient girl access to the hand-dryer.
She read Matthew’s text again. A satisfying gush of anger obliterated the mingled pity and pain engendered by that morning’s pursuit. Here, she thought, was the authentic Matthew: if you sleep with him, we’re over for good. So he did not really believe that she had meant it when she took off her ring and told him she no longer wished to marry him? It would be over “for good” only when he, Matthew, said so? It’s not like for like. Her infidelity would be worse than his by definition. To him, her journey north was simply an exercise in retaliation: a dead woman and a killer loose mere pretext for feminine spite.
Screw you, she thought, ramming the mobile back into her pocket as she returned to the café, where Strike sat eating a double Croissan’Wich with sausage and bacon.
Who does that asshole thinks he is ???
Talking like Robin is the one throwing their relationship away when he’s the one who cheated on her in one of her deepest moments of need and lied about it for years.
Why is he acting like he’s the one in control ? Why does he think he’s the one with the power to decide when the relationship is over ?
The anarchist collective known as “up against the wall, motherfuckers!” (Aka, the mother fuckers) of new york.
Famous for their direct action, They are said to have influenced the weather underground and the yippie movement.
The Motherfuckers contributed to new York counter culture by setting up crash pads, serving free food, starting a free store, and helping radicals connect with doctors and lawyers.
Direct action included:
Forcing their way into The Pentagon during an anti-war protest, Helped occupy and hold one of the buildings at the Columbia University takeover, cut the fence at woodstock, allowing people to enter for free, Dumped uncollected refuse from the Lower East Side into the fountain at Lincoln Center on the opening night of a gala “bourgeois cultural event” during a NYC garbage strike, organized and produced free concert nights in the Fillmore East after successfully demanding that owner Bill Graham give the community the venue for a series of weekly free concerts(NY City Hall, the police, and Graham came together and put an end to the arrangement)
the phrase “up against the wall, mother fucker!” became popular among several groups that came out of the sixties, from Black Panthers to feminists and even “rednecks.”
Strictly speaking, I was not the one who undertook the revenge here. But I did play a small part, and it was one of the most rewarding things I have ever experienced in my entire life. It was seriously like something out of a movie.
Back in my college days, I slaved away flipping burgers under the good ol’ golden arches to help pay for my tuition. It wasn’t a terrible job, all of my co-workers were great people… well, almost all my co-workers. There were two, let’s call them Bryan Bully and Jerry Jerk, who were workplace bullies.
Both these goons had been at the same place for several years, and thus felt like they had the right to taunt and outright sabotage new crew members. The rest of us had been around long enough to push back and tell these guys to f*ck off, so they left us alone. We did what we could to protect newbies that fell under Bryan and Jerry’s wrath, but we couldn’t always be there for them.
Things that the bullies did to new hires included, but is not limited to: