transit worker

diego luna & felicity jones + 90s rom com

Lonely transit worker Lucy Eleanor Moderatz (Felicity Jones) pulls her longtime crush, Peter (Gael García Bernal), from the path of an oncoming train. At the hospital, doctors report that he’s in a coma, and a misplaced comment from Lucy causes Peter’s family to assume that she is his fiancée. When Lucy doesn’t correct them, they take her into their home and confidence. Things get even more complicated when she finds herself falling for Peter’s sheepish brother, Jack (Diego Luna).

Here’s how you fix Ghostbusters

“Make ‘em all dudes again!” some of you will say. You’re reading the wrong post.

“Nothing, it is perfect!” some of you will say. And indeed, it is very good. Holtzman’s slo-mo fight sequence is everything I didn’t know I was waiting for, their outfits were great, their banter was sharp, and there were at least half a dozen honest-to-goodness feminist moments that had me rooting for them. But I’m not here for a feminism that doesn’t value black women and working class work, and Patty was hella undervalued.

Which didn’t need to be the case! Like, not at all!

The easy answer is to make Patty a scientist, but Leslie Jones has been pretty on point about why that’s not necessarily a good solution (read her argument here).  Which doesn’t mean that they couldn’t have had the one non-scientist be a white person, but okay. She’s right that suggesting that only women with doctorates can be superheros is pretty damn elitist and does a lot to equate privilege with power. It’s also unnecessary.

Real talk: Patty as an MTA worker has the potential to be completely brilliant and essential.

If only she’d been written that way.

Here’s how you do it.

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Okay…since you asked for it. I DO want to preface that I don’t think Canada is by any means perfect. I feel weird about patriotism and nationalism. I believe in always pushing for more and better and questioning why we do the things we do and have the values we have. I think that is what makes a good citizen–not flag flying or boasting or anything like that.

I’ll break it into two posts so it’s not overly long. 

First up: Foster care

Not perfect in Canada (because let’s face it…children needing care outside their families at all means that there is room for improvement) and there are a disproportionate number of aboriginal children in care but still, it’s a hell of a lot better than what you are dealing with:

  • Great, educated and compassionate workers who trust us, communicate well, and are always available. Very little turn over. When there are new workers we’ve always had great transitions. Workers often visit at the same time to cut down on the disruption to our schedules. The workers are paid a good salary which makes sense because they are professionals who deserve to be treated as such.
  • A stipend that honestly I could live off if need be—but a system that doesn’t allow this to happen.
  • Homes that aren’t warehouses for kids. You don’t get more than one or two placements per home unless the kids are a sibling group. I think the max allowed in a house is five kids including all biological/adopted children.
  • Resources to help the children in care. I live rurally so there is some access issues but the agency really does try to facilitate services. Children in care also have access to everything a kid living with their families of origin do—school trips, dance lessons, hockey, camp—these are not paid for by the stipend but a recreation fund that’s available.
  • We can travel easily! The agency will get a passport sorted and kids are encouraged to have these opportunities. Oh, and there is a travel fund too so if you are going to Disney etc. there is money for that princess breakfast or whatnot.
  • There are foster parent recognition payments given to parents for things like:
    • Maintaining a placement of siblings in the home
    • Facilitating sibling access
    • Having a youth over the age of 18 still in the home
    • Having a child graduate high school
    • Facilitating birth family visits
    • Completing life books
    • Facilitating a positive transition
  • It’s much more a strengths based approach. And acts as incentives to do that things that foster carers should be doing rather than aiming for that higher subsidy by getting diagnoses for children.
  • Not having heaps of paperwork to do. The social workers do that at their monthly visits. We provide them with the data that is asked for but are not expected to complete the paperwork ourselves.
  • The parents of children in care have access to many services and their workers are just as caring and compassionate (with a little no nonsense ass kicking for good measure) as the workers that foster families have. I can see that they really want the parents to succeed. Nevertheless, the children ALWAYS come first.Those government time lines? Permanency within a certain number of months? They are adhered to.
  • Foster parents are entitled to parental leave—now up the 18 months—from the government if it is thought that the placement might lead to adoption. Only the first 37 weeks are covered financially (rather than the full year for having kids the regular way) but that is still an enormous help!

Up next: Healthcare

@des-zimbits was like oh zombi you have to do this thing because i said so, so like. whatever.

“Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers (◠‿◠✿)”

Listen. I have not written this many fics. So you can read 4, all of which are OMGCP fandom WIPs except for 1:

1. Hummingbird Heartbeat - Bitty/Parse main and whole bunch of other side ships with an uncertain endgame. Sorry. - E

Bitty discovers an anonymous Youtuber whose videos he can’t get enough of.

look this fic is a monster and i’m sorry okay please don’t yell at me.

2. HH’s companion, you’re a god & i am not - parse/swoops, unrequited (or is it? see above) - G

Everything is complicated.

3. nothin’ says lovin’ like somethin’ from a coven - Zimbits witchcraft AU, complete - G

Bitty and Jack meet for the first time under interesting circumstances. What do the cards hold for their future?

Or, another version of “the kitchen witch Bitty AU”.

and

4. While You Were Sleeping - Alexei Mashkov/Kent Parson - G (so far)

A love story built on a misunderstanding.

Lonely transit worker Kent Parson pulls his longtime crush, Jack, from the path of an oncoming train. At the hospital, doctors report that he’s is in a coma, and a misplaced comment from Kent causes Jack’s family to assume that Kent is his fiancé. When Kent doesn’t correct them, they take him into their home and confidence.

This is a re-write of a 90s romantic comedy.

I’ll tag: @rhysiana @stultiloquentia @zimmboniandbitty and that’s all my brain has for now

‘’It’s Judgement Day! You think it’s bad now—just wait.’’

Shooting

On April 6, 1999, 40-year-old Pierre LeBrun, a disgruntled former transit worker, arrived and parked at his former job at OC Transpo at 2:30 P.M. in his black Pontiac Sunfire. Grabbing his high-powered Remington 760, Pierre headed into the garage and, reciting a line from the movie ”The Terminator”, shouted, ”It’s Judgement Day! You think it’s bad now—just wait.” Immediately after, Pierre began firing at his ex-work colleagues. After two shots were fired, someone grabbed the public-address microphone and screamed for employees to run and call the police. Co-workers who survived the shooting recall Pierre’s expression as deadpan.

As panicked people quickly sought hiding places in the bus garage, Pierre LeBrun proceeded into a small office, cornered two victims, and killed them instantly with two blasts from his rifle. By this time, it’s already been a half hour since Pierre commenced the shooting rampage and he had already managed to gun down four men and wound two others. Although Pierre had encountered dozens of people, he only opted to shoot some. He had also attempted to burn down the building, but the sprinkler system doused the two fires he set.

Pierre then made his way up the nearby stairs for the mezzanine level and walked all the way back to near the midpoint of the garage, affording him a wide-open view of the garage area and an excellent vantage point to continue shooting. More of his frightened ex co-workers were nearby and Pierre had 36 rounds of ammunition left. He briefly yelled and swore at them, but instead of firing more shots, he turned the rifle on himself and ended his life.

Background Information

Pierre LeBrun was born in 1959 in Ottawa, Canada. Growing up, Pierre was often teased for his speech impediment. This molded him into a shy, aloof individual who had no social contacts other than his own parents.

Pierre began working at OC Transpo 13 years prior to the shooting. Co-workers described the bus driver as ”quiet and shy.” During his decade-long career span, Pierre has been shifted to three other jobs at OC Transpo to his request to escape constant harassment from other co-workers. When frustrated, his speech impediment worsened, which caused co-workers to mock him and laugh. One man was recalled to have laughed so hard that he collapsed on the ground while clutching his stomach.

In the summer of 1997, Pierre’s anger got to the best of him and slapped a mechanic who was teasing him for his speech impediment. Pierre was subsequently fired from his job, but was given a deal that if he agreed to take a one-month anger management course, he was granted a rehire. At the end of the course, Pierre was given a self-evaluation. One survey question asked, ”Did you reach the goals you set for yourself?” Pierre answered, ”No.”

Pierre was permitted to return to work, although was sent to work at the main garage as an audit clerk since employees wanted nothing to do with him. The following January, Pierre quit his job and was unemployed for the remainder of the next few months before returning to his job in April with a vengeful mindset.

In his suicide note, however, discovered by his parents in their home in Orléans, an eastern suburb of Ottawa, just as police called to tell them of the tragedy, Pierre mentioned four co-workers he had problems with and three that he liked. But none of his victims’ names were on the list.

I have a date. 

I have an actual concrete date I’m going to see a social worker about transitioning, and suddenly, I’m nervous as all hell.

This might actually start happening for me. This is something I’ve wanted so hard for so long and I almost feel sick I’m so nervous? I’m not sure why. I’m not sure if I’m scared it WON’T happen, I’m not sure if I’m scared of it HAPPENING, or how hard it will be, or if she’ll tell me I CAN’T for some reason, medical or moneywise, I don’t know. I’ve wanted this for so long and suddenly now that it’s HAPPENING and not a “someday” I’m super fucking nervous.

Could I ask for some words of support or encouragement? I’m gonna be going into this completely alone and I’m feeling unsteady on my feet right now.

Dear Leslie Jones,

The internet is full of terrible turd monsters, but it also allows regular people to go huddle around their phones together and feel connected to wonderful entertainers, such as yourself. I just wanted to let you know, that we know, that you know what’s up. We know you’re not full of hate; it’s just a bunch of idiot garbage brains trying to infect other people. So here are some dumb pictures of the fun variety just to say, we know you get it. Please continue not only representing black women through thoughtful, multi-dimensional roles, but also tall women, women in service industries (I mean seriously, when was the last time you saw a public transit worker portrayed as someone that’s actually smart? You did it in Ghostbusters!), doctors, tour guides, make up artists, seriously… just take all the roles they give you. We want to see more. Ghostbusters was awesome. 

Bad News: I’m definitely having a huge depressive episode for the first time in two or three years.

Good News: My doctor approved me getting Zoloft (Which worked wonders with my mom.) and recently informed me the place now has transitional information/qualified workers so I can start my shit soon.

I’m also coping with the episode really fucking well compared to last time, so that’s also good.

anonymous asked:

How did the Soviet bureaucracy emerge? How bad was it? And to what extent was Stalin responsible for it? Thanks.

This article gives a very good historical overview and for the most part answers your question.  What it touches on the least is the reason for the emergence of a bureaucracy in the Soviet state to begin with, and in order to understand the reason for this emergence, we most go back to the very beginnings of the revolution - to the days of Lenin.  An important thing to keep in mind is that, given Russia’s material conditions at the time of the October Revolution, a bureaucracy was simply unavoidable.  A country as vast as Russia, with a shortage of managerial and technical expertise, and a dire need for centralization (for the war effort) would necessarily entail a swelling bureaucratic stratum in society.  Indeed, Lenin’s own words testify to the existence of

“bureaucratic distortions of the proletarian state and… all sorts of survivals of the old capitalist system of government offices” (‘The Role and Function of the Trade Unions Under the New Economic Policy,’ C.W, vol. 33, p. 187. See also Tenth Congress of the R.C.P.(B.)C.W, vol. 32, p. 212)

Which were in part due to

“the political immaturity and cultural backwardness of the mass of the working people on the other.” (Ibid.)

He furthermore maintained that

“our state apparatus is to a considerable extent a survival of the past and has undergone hardly any serious change. It has only been slightly touched up on the surface, but in all other respects it is a most typical relic of our old state machine” (‘How We Should Reorganise the Workers’ and Peasants’ Inspection,’ C.W, vol. 33, p. 481)

Lenin however did not hold that such an evil could be done away with in a single stroke.  To those who claimed that it could, he could reply that

“It will take decades to overcome the evils of bureaucracy. It is a very difficult struggle, and anyone who says we can rid ourselves of bureaucratic practices overnight by adopting anti-bureaucratic platforms is nothing but a quack with a bent for fine words”. (See Lenin: Collected Works Volume 32; pp. 56-57)

The reason for this was noted by Stalin in 1927,

“The surest remedy for bureaucracy is raising the cultural level of the workers and peasants.  One can curse and denounce bureaucracy in the state apparatus, one can stigmatize and pillory bureaucracy in our practical work, but unless the masses of the workers reach a certain level of culture, which will create the possibility, the desire, the ability to control the state apparatus from below, by the masses of the workers themselves, bureaucracy will continue to exist in spite of everything.  Therefore, the cultural development of the working class and of the masses of the working peasantry, not only the development of literacy, although literacy is the basis of all culture, but primarily the cultivation of the ability to take part in the administration of the country, is the chief lever for improving the state and every other apparatus.  This is the sense and significance of Lenin’s slogan about the cultural revolution” (The Fifteenth Congress of the CPSU (B), December 2-19, 1927)

So, the cultural development of the workers was a major area requiring improvement in order to do away with bureaucracy.  But what does “cultural development” even mean?  Well, it refers to both the ideological mindset of the proletarian and peasant masses, and their capacity to manage an economy of scale in a manner which subjugates capital to its own interests.  Illiteracy, which you could say was fairly dominant in Russia, was a major evil which needed to be conquered in order to advance the struggle against bureaucracy.  With regards to the “ideological mindset” and “capacity to manage an economy of scale in [the masses’] own interests”, Lenin himself spoke of a general lack of this capacity, which prompted a growth in bureaucracy.

“[Lenin] explained that the Soviet state’s recruitment of "bourgeois specialists” was a “compromise” with the bourgeoisie, and one the magnitude of which went beyond what had originally been foreseen, but which had been made necessary by the fact that the workers’ councils, the soviets, and the factory committees had not proved able to organize production on a national scale: “Had the proletariat acting through the Soviet government managed [my emphasis – C. B.] to organise accounting and control on a national scale, or at least laid the foundation for such control, it would not have been necessary to make such compromises.” (Bettelheim, Charles. Class Struggles in the USSR. New York: Monthly Review, 1976. Print., p. 156)

Indeed, the economic history of the RSFSR’s first several months was one of disaster.

“The case of the railways will suffice as an illustration…. the overall management of the railways was entrusted, and complete control by the workers decreed on 23 January 1918. Within a few months the railways were in a state of collapse. The ‘complete and utter disorganization’ was growing daily:

The workers by present-day rules are guaranteed their pay. The worker turns up at his job … does his job, or not, as he pleases, no one can control him, because the [railway repair] shop committees are powerless. If the workshop committee attempts to exercise some control, it is immediately disbanded and another committee elected. In a word, things are in the hands of a crowd, which thanks to its lack of interest in and understanding of production is literally putting a brake on all work.“ (Leonard Schapiro. The Origins of the Communist Autocracy. New York: Praeger Publishers, 1965. pp. 137-138.)

"The conditions existing immediately after October did not make it easy to go over to a unified form of control. The workers were not spontaneously convinced of the need for the powers of their factory committees to be limited by subordination to an outside authority. In the eyes of many of them, the establishment of more or less centralized control looked like a "confiscation” of the power which they had just succeeded in wresting from the bourgeoisie and which they wished to retain at the level of their own factory. This way of looking at the matter was encouraged by the opponents of the dictatorship of the proletariat, especially by the Mensheviks, who incited the trade-union organizations in which they had influence to defend the independence of the factory committees and even of the railroad “station committees. 

Transition to workers’ control in this sense, and abandonment of the type of "decentralized” and anarchical control favored by the factory committees, came up against especially strong resistance from the bourgeois and petty bourgeois ideology, still deeply rooted in the masses, of “everyone for himself,” of “individual enterprise egoism,” and of an abstract notion of “freedom. (Bettelheim, p. 146-147)

Ergo, the ideology dominating the proletarian masses was one of a petty-bourgeois nature, one which dramatically hampered both advances towards socialism and production in general.  Further difficulties in trying to improve the system of complete authority in the hands of the broad masses eventually resulted in the increasing reliance upon specialists, experts, and capitalists from the old Tsarist regime who held a general monopoly on the technical capacity to manage an economy of scale.  This was arguably the chief factor which buttressed the bureaucratic stratum in the USSR.

If you were to witness a bias-based attack or a hate crime, how would you respond?

It’s something some activists are preparing some New Yorkers to be ready for, as reports of hate crimes in the city have increased since the election of Donald Trump. They are up 63 percent compared to the same period last year as of Dec. 14, according to the New York City Police Department.

Earlier this month, a man allegedly threatened to cut the throat of an off-duty police officer wearing a hijab. Two days later, a transit worker wearing a hijab was allegedly pushed down the stairs in Grand Central Terminal by a man who called her a “terrorist.”

Christen Brandt, a trainer with the Center for Anti-Violence Education, wants more bystanders who witness attacks and hate crimes to become what she calls “upstanders” — people who will intervene rather than just walk away.

In New York, Activists Prepare Bystanders To Take Action Against Harassment

Photo: Canadian Pacific/Flickr

Today in labor history, August 1, 1944: After the Philadelphia Transit Company promotes eight black transit workers to the position of trolley car driver, a sickout begins by white transit workers in defiance of their newly elected bargaining agent, the Transport Workers Union, which urged the company to integrate its workforce. Federal troops intervened, taking control of the transit system and providing protection for black motormen. In the end, it was a milestone in the battle against race discrimination in the workplace and a victory not just for black workers, but for the white workers who stood with them.

Of Bitter Words and Broken Hearts

Prompt fill for the fantastic ElenneM on FF who asked for an angsty fight fic with happy ending. Strayed slightly from the prompt, hope that’s okay! :)


The door slammed shut, the sound echoing throughout the flat, and settling heavy on Molly’s heart. She could hear Sherlock’s retreat down the stairs and out into the night. She wanted to move, to run after him, to run to the window and call him back, to do something other than stand and hear her own words echo in her mind.

‘It was our anniversary, Sherlock. Does that mean nothing to you?’

‘If you had told me, I wouldn’t have taken the case!’

‘You have a bloody Mind Palace! Isn’t there a calendar in the damn thing? Why do I have to remind you?’

Slowly, she moved into the kitchen, as though in a stupor. Her body went through the motions of putting on the kettle, but her mind and heart were numb. It was their first anniversary as a couple. She knew Sherlock was not adept at social cues and norms, she loved him for it, usually getting a little laugh whenever he stumbled and having him shut her up with a kiss.

But today was supposed to be special. And he’d forgotten.

‘We can celebrate it tomorrow, I’ll take you out to Angelo’s. I’ll buy you a present. I’ll even beg Mycroft for tickets to that play you wanted to see!’

‘That’s not what I want, Sherlock!’

‘Well, what do you want? Because I can’t read minds, Molly! I know you think I can, but this… this sentiment is not my area! Just tell me!’

She pulled her usual cup and saucer from its spot. Without really paying attention, she poured the tea into the cup and added cream and sugar. Sitting at the table, she slowly stirred it. The fight had unleashed a thousand other little fights that had been building up. All the annoyances and aggravations and insecurities that they had kept bottled up for twelve months had been poured out on the other in that one fight.

‘I don’t expect you to be Mr Darcy, but for once, for once, I’d like to think I rate higher than a 7!’

‘You… you think I put cases before you?! And who the hell is this Darcy fellow? One of your numerous ex-lovers? Did you sleep with him like you did with Jim from IT?

‘He’s a fictional chara-How dare you! You know I did not sleep with Jim!’

‘You have to admit, you’ve been a bit promiscuous in the past. The third date is the magic number right? And considering you and I slept together before we even went out once… Well, it was a logical conclusion.’

‘Well, you’re wrong. And of the two of us, you’re the promiscuous one, with your perfectly tailored clothes, coiffed hair, and, oh, that night in Karachi with a dominatrix! At least my sexual relationships have been with people I care for and not just a meaningless shag!’

The tea was growing cold while Molly stirred absentmindedly, leaning on the table and resting her head in her hand. The ache in her chest was growing with every minute that passed as her mind taunted her with her own careless words.

‘Just because I use my appearance to my advantage does not make me promiscuous. At least I don’t hide behind baggy trousers and hideous jumpers because I’m afraid that no one will like me ‘just for who I am’ and can blame it on the clothes!’

‘You may be beautiful in appearance, Sherlock Holmes, but that means nothing when your heart is cold and unfeeling! My god, you’re practically a machine!’

Her heart clenched painfully as her shock faded and she hiccupped a sob, dropping her head onto the table as the tears finally came.

A machine. She’d called him a machine.

She could still see the hurt and betrayal hit him as her words fell between them. His anger vanished in an instant and all she could see was the naïve little boy inside staring back at her with heartbreak written across his face.

Suddenly, none of it seemed important. None of the little irritations she’d hoarded, none of the insecurities she’d held onto, none of her hurt over the forgotten anniversary, none of it mattered as Sherlock shuttered his eyes and strode from the flat, slamming the door in his wake.

What had she done?


The park bench was cold and unforgiving. A lot like him, Sherlock mused, burrowing deeper into the coat he’d never gotten a chance to take off. Night had fallen long ago, the city transitioning from day workers to night life. But the usual hum that filled his rattling mind with peace was nowhere to be found, replaced with a chorus of words… well, one word.

Machine.

He clenched his jaw and fought back the tears that pricked his eyes. He wasn’t prone to sentimental cliché, sneering at those romantic comedies and dramas Molly loved so much. But to hear from the woman he loved and lived with, that she thought he was a machine… suddenly he understood why heroes and heroines in those movies acted as they did, why they cried or stormed out or withdrew. The hurt that one person can inflict with a single word, the one person you trusted above all others to not break you, was devastating.

No, not devastating.

That was too small a word.

It felt as though his blood had run cold and his lungs would never fill again, his heart caught in a vice of pain, crushing him until he couldn’t bear to look at her any longer.

A small portion of his mind argued that he had forgotten their anniversary and that she was justified in her anger. But he knew it was more than just the anniversary that escalated the fight. It was all her insecurities and his, all the stress of trying to live together and compromise, every little thing they did that irritated the other, all of it wrapped up tight until suddenly set loose tonight.

He closed his eyes and sighed. Sentiment, caring, love… it wasn’t worth this pain.


The night was lightening, thick fog settling over the park, when Sherlock finally stood and made his way back home. No sound came from the flat above him when he stepped inside the foyer and quietly climbed the stairs. The door to 221b was closed, slightly splintered along the doorframe from when he’d slammed it. Taking a deep breath, he twisted the knob and stepped inside.

Nothing had changed since he had left. Molly’s present for him still sat, unopened, on the kitchen table, next to the meal she’d set out in hopes he’d be home in time to eat it, which had long since gone cold. A cup and saucer, however, sat next to the sink, filled with tea but undrunk.

He glanced down the hall to see their bedroom door propped open. Slowly, he walked over and peered inside.

The bed hadn’t been slept in and there no sign of Molly from what he could see. Opening the door all the way, he stepped inside. He glanced around and was about to leave when he caught a flash of brown hair at the foot of the bed.

Exhaling, he walked over and looked down at his girlfriend, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs and her face buried in her knees. With a slight grunt, he sat down beside her, his legs stretched out in front of him.

Molly turned her face toward him, her eyes rimmed red with exhaustion and tears, and he felt some of his hurt fade at the sorrow in her expression. He pursed his lips and stared straight ahead. She had hurt him deeply and he wasn’t going to let her big brown eyes weaken his resolve to be angry.

They sat in silence for a time, the rising sun slowly illuminating the floor before them.

‘You know I don’t think you’re a machine,’ Molly finally said, her voice hoarse from crying and exhaustion.

Sherlock nodded once and flicked his gaze over to her. ‘But you still said it. And in that moment, you truly believed it.’

Sniffling, she pressed her lips against her arm and wiped her fresh tears against the sleeve of her dressing gown. ‘I’m so sorry. I was… I was just so angry and hurt that you’d forgotten-’

‘This wasn’t just about our anniversary,’ he interrupted, finally turning to look at her. ‘Wasn’t it? This was about all the annoying things we do that we’ve been holding back from each other.’

She closed her eyes and pulled her legs closer. ‘Yeah.’

He sighed. ‘So what do we do?’

She shrugged. ‘Either we work it out and find a way to move past this… or we break up.’

He would have to be blind, or Anderson, to miss the stark fear on her face. He would do anything to never see that again.

Slowly, he reached over and trailed his hand along her arm, before threading his fingers through hers. She swallowed and looked up at him in hesitant belief.

‘Then we work things out. Because breaking up with you will never be an option.’

huffingtonpost.com
Another Major Union Just Endorsed Bernie Sanders
The 190,000-member Amalgamated Transit Union hops aboard the Bernie bus.

A national transit workers union threw its weight behind presidential hopeful Sen. Bernie Sanders on Monday, endorsing the Vermont independent over Democratic front-runner Hillary Clinton.

The Amalgamated Transit Union waited longer than most major unions before endorsing a candidate in the race for the White House. Union leadership said it had carried out a careful and deliberative process with union members before deciding to side with Sanders.

“The sincerity of Bernie Sanders and his long standing fidelity to the issues that are so important to working people are what convinced us that standing with Bernie is standing with the 99% of America that has been left out of the mainstream public debate, cheated out of our jobs and denied the true meaning of the American dream,” Larry Hanley, the union’s president, said in a statement.

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Speaking of subways, this corny photo supposedly shows the way-out ways New Yorkers were using to get around during the historic transit strike of January 1966.  My dad was a motorman at the time, 3 round trips a night between Pelham and South Ferry.  (Going to work with him once and riding the train all night long was one of my best teenage memories.)  The strike dragged on a couple of dramatic weeks.  Subway riders expressed displeasure with the transit workers afterward.  One example was that newspapers that they’d previously leave on their subway seats for conductors (or motormen) to pick up later were now ripped in half.  After a while everything went back to normal, of course.  New York Daily News photo taken by George Lockhart.