Malcolm X on the corporate media.
(But of course that was a long time ago. We’re past that now.)
(h/t Pro Labor Alliance Inc.)
“Fuck your unpaid internship.”
This was one of the more colour-ful slogans scrawled on a sign at the peak of the Occupy movement. Held up by young people who stand to lose large from financial-crisis fallout, placards like these are refreshingly frank refusals of the mantra that we must be willing to do “more for less” nowadays. A 21st-century update on Bartleby’s famous reply to the duties assigned by his boss – “I’d prefer not to” – the intern invective expresses the frustration bubbling among youth facing mounting student debt and diminishing prospects for employment.
Where we slept was made of metal sheets and there was no air conditioning, so the thermometer went up to 38 degrees Celsius,” he said. Both men said the water provided to the workers at the orchard was unsanitary, looking milky and smelling bad. They described difficulty sleeping in the warehouse, and being roused at 3 a.m. to harvest fruit in the cool of the night. This arrangement presumably worked to protect the cherries from damage during the harvest, but left the two men and their co-workers sleep deprived and working at the top of tall ladders in the dark. “It was so hot we could not sleep and because we worked at night starting at 3 a.m. and finishing at 1 p.m., by the time we got home to sleep the heat in the warehouse was inhuman and did not allow us to rest so we remained up until the heat went down, giving us a few hours sleep before starting the new day at 3 a.m.,” said Pablo. “Work was dangerous because we worked standing up on a ladder,” said Jose. “We were in the dark, extremely tired and on top of that we couldn’t see the ground.
More corrupt union bosses protecting lazy incompetent workers and strangling the entrepreneurial spirit.
The real philanthropists. (h/t @dreahouston)