23 July 2004

Labor Pays Its Dues
July 23, 2004

Conservatives charge that union dues are the mother's milk of the Democratic Party. And so it should be, counters Tasini unapologetically. The real problem, he argues, is that once in power,  Democratic politicians forget to advocate for the folks who got them there.
Jonathan Tasini is president of the Economic Future Group and writes his "Working In America" columns for TomPaine.com on an occasional basis.

As is true every four years, a large percentage of delegates at next week’s Democratic Convention will be union members. And every four years, the Republicans and their anti-union machine will start carping about the influence of the labor movement in the election, claiming all sorts of illegalities. So, let’s make it clear: Unions will, and should, pour millions of dollars into the election effort—and nothing about what they do is illegal or even wrong.

The flavor of the diatribes-to-come is captured by a recent book written by Linda Chavez, who had to withdraw as George Bush’s first nominee for secretary of labor when it was discovered she broke the law by not paying social security taxes for a woman she illegally employed in her home. With the understated title, Betrayal: How Union Bosses Shake Down Their Members and Corrupt American Politics , Chavez tries to paint a picture of some underhanded electoral scheme by, in her oft-repeated words, “Big Labor."

The book itself is mostly filled with name calling and is really a bitter, poorly researched payback for her failed nomination, though Chavez conveniently does not mention that she broke the law. A typical chapter is called “Legalized Terrorism,” but so much of it made me laugh—for example, she calls AFL-CIO President John Sweeney a “Marxist” who  preaches labor’s “far-left” agenda. No insult to Sweeney, but if he’s a Marxist, George Bush is a “compassionate” conservative.

What really comes through in the book, (which irks Republicans to no end) is the obvious political reality: Unions have been effective politically in recent electoral cycles. Or at least, it can be said that without unions, the Democrats would be in far worse shape than they are in terms of sheer numbers in Congress. Without labor’s political mobilization, Republicans would perhaps have a filibuster-proof Senate (if you’re a pro-environment or pro-choice voter, you can thank labor for stopping some very bad judges from ascending to the bench) and far more members in the House.

Republican attacks can be boiled down to two basic lines, so let’s address each one here. First, they claim unions are breaking campaign finance laws. Under the law, unions cannot take members’ dues and give it as direct campaign contributions to candidates. However, they can use members’ dues to inform their members about the union’s support for a particular candidate. They can organize phone banks and other outreach methods to persuade members, and they can expend dues to help get their members to the polls.

You will hear Republicans allege all sorts of illegalities: Union phone banks that are supposedly calling non-union voters; secret coordination of dues-funded activities with candidates or the Democratic Party. They are phantoms—if they had evidence, you know they wouldn’t hesitate to lay the case before a sympathetic judge. It’s nonsense.

Second, Republicans claim that union leaders are spending money (overwhelmingly in support of Democrats) in contradiction to union members’ views. It is true that a minority of union members vote Republican. But the emphasis is on the word “minority”—they do not reflect the majority of the sentiment of most, if any, unions. If they did, they would vote out union leaders and elect those who would turn their efforts to convince members to vote Republican. But Republicans have a problem with democracy, whether we are talking about union internal elections or elections in the workplace where workers have the opportunity to choose a union.

I think part of the perception problem has been that the language framing the role of money in politics has thrown unions and corporations together, as if they are both the same problem or have the same motivations. Unions and corporations are both tagged with the “special interest” label—and even some liberals have bought into this.

But let’s look at the reality: Unions represent millions of people; labor leaders are elected. Corporations represent no one in the precise notion of democracy; they are inherently undemocratic institutions whose leaders are not elected by any people other than a handful of board of directors members.

But more important, what is the “special interest” unions represent? Let's mention just a few: a fair wage, decent benefits and a safe workplace (not to mention some respect); a higher minimum wage for tens of millions of workers; a retirement with a secure income, rather than dining on dog food to skimp on money to pay for prescription drugs. If “special,” in the meaning of the dictionary definition, is “unusual, exceptional, unique,” than unions are no special interest at all, because what they do or advocate for touches the lives of the majority, not the exception. It’s time, then, to retire that slur on unions.

The real problem is not that unions pull out all the stops to elect Democrats. It’s that after the election, too often labor has had to remind Democrats how they got elected—and that sometimes labor supports Democratic candidates who don’t deserve labor’s support. If it only it were true that the Democratic Party kowtows to labor. The real challenge is for labor to grow in numbers so it really becomes Big Labor again—and can redouble its efforts to turn out even more members to shift the complexion of the political landscape from one of an ever-growing gap between rich and poor.
 

The " languish " Entry
Date: 23 July
Climate: cooler, with air that you can't cut with a knife
Eating: --
Drinking: caramel macchiato
Feeling: sleepy
Listening to: Portishead--and one of the new coordinators demand she wants to fax from her computer, and not walk the two feet to the machine to do it manually. I mean, come on.
Watching: Nightline--interesting piece on al qaeda pragmatism and what a boost of confidence it really is to be able to perform an attack which was as terrible and grandiose as 9.11, without truly severe and reverberating consequences...and information on their other "cells" in places like Madrid.
Reading: economist--

Its been an interesting few days--I am more than slighly alarmed with my director's newfound appreciation for me--hes back to joking around and thanking me profusely as well as patting me on the back and sending me "great job" emails.
This scares me for one of two reasons and I don't know which one alarms me more, yet:
1) they are going to shift me over once I am done with this hiring extravaganza and they're trying to butter me up to doing yet another crap job no one else wants
or
2) they've somehow caught wind of how genuinely unhappy I am (i've alluded, sure, but nothing that would warrant this) and are trying at rapid pace to make certain I stay for the remaining 100 so days. 

This obviously confuses me...maybe he's bi polar. I don't know. Or maybe he just realized that I am doing as much as I can and am genuinely pleasant about it all, at least on the outside.
I have been trying to figure out just why I am so upset when in fact, the job isn't SO bad but the location sucks. If Eddie, for instance, was at home every night when I got done, life wouldn't be so blase (spelling? How do I type L'accent aigu?).
But thats not the case.

I do enjoy preparing for his arrival though...I went to three different grocery stores last night (its actually a necessity here) and am struggling on how to carmelize nuts and also cook leeks. I am going to make Vicchysoise and also fix a salad similar to the one we shared in Lakeview with carmelized walnuts. I hope I don't  burn the hotel down. I also am making this spinach ricotta mushroom pasta, and bruschetta and caprese salad. And tonight, for the ultimate indulgence, making puppy chow, that great little peanut butter, chocolate, powdered sugar chex mix treat...and to feed my apparently new addiction, bought three kinds of cheese and apples. I can't eat the two without the other and i have no idea why.

So now I feel completely domesticated and uncertain about why my hormones are kicking this out now, as opposed to, say, psychotic research on voting trends in all of the battleground states or something. I don't know anymore. 

Talked to an old friend from home who I essentially spent all of my time with back in high school--she's in Texas now, working at a fitness corporation--her dad was always big into the national guard, and as I feared, he's traveling back and forth to Iraq alot to visit the troops and do other national guard-y things. I hope nothing happens to him. It was nice to catch up with her again. Evidently one of our other friends, who also lives in Texas, is engaged to another one of our high school friends old roomates.

Six degrees of seperation anyone?

I finally nailed a conversation down with my mother, turns out some men from the East coast may want to buy my grandfathers dusty business my dad now owns. Finally. Everytime I have to hear about it, though, those three years come back full force...and who wants to remember that all over again? Not I. But at least if my dad decides to sell, we'll be able to wash our hands of that damage for good. I am taking a trip home next weekend for my dad's 55th, and with any luck, will be able to see the little brother. I am sure my dad will grill me about a job after this election concludes (thanks dad, always there to appreciate what i have already done, and never push me for what I am doing three months from now) and my mom will hopefully not cry when I depart--too much emotion, on both spectrums.

Back to listening to Portishead.


22 July 2004

Today has been a monumentally frustrating day. I can't even get into what is going on right now because I might either start to cry or scream, or maybe both at once.
 
I wish I was outside, running in this heat...that always makes me feel better. But no, stuck in the basement.
 
Only a little over 100 days left.

I also am really tired of people thinking this is a job, and they're only going into it for the 600 bucks a week. I hope they understand what canvassing and phone banking means. I really do.

And in my own interpretation...said first in an entirely different context..."I have tried reason, and reason failed to produce a solution..."
So what is my only solution?
I am listening to the TAL about office politics. Conflict and high drama, aka ACT MI.

Hang in there, kittie cat, its almost friday. Thats right.

If only David Rakoff could come to celebrate my birthday with me.

21 July 2004

I am listening to the This American Life where they talk about marriage and this particular story is about an institute in Seattle where they can tell from the first few minutes of a conversation, in conflict, from facial expressions and words, if the couple will divorce. The findings are interesting, and I see Eddie and I in those findings--we, according to this study, will actually not get divorced due to how we conduct conflict-filled situations, and of course, how much we love one another to an alarming degree.
 
This is promising for me.

While Eddie and I disagree, there is never any contempt, resentment, or hostility, three signs of divorce...we just disagree, and we have, I hope, learned how to a) deal with conflict when it gets too hot and we just have to walk away for a few b) figured out how to clearly and with as little harm as possible, critique the other. I don't think he and I have ever hurt each other on purpose; just on accident...now to some, this is an obvious 'must' in relationships, but coming from where I did, and there's no need to relive that, hurting was as common as kissing...and even moreso as it got further down the drain.

I suppose its just me realizing that every day, there are so many more pushes telling me that I am finally done with dating, and happy. If only we were together.
 
I just finished eating rice and drinking a smoothie. I have to go to a dinner with the staff tonight which I frankly don't want to go to but I suppose it would be tacky to be the only person who has no family or life here to just not go. Especially since I went to the BBQ before... and apparently some sort of "head" of ACT is in town. 
 
More fun with hiring...I should never, ever, work in HR. 
 
Last night was so much fun--I ate macaroni and cheese from the box, about three spoonfulls, ate blue cheese and apples, and almost a whole jar of hearts of palm. I read some of the new Economist ("Sincere Deceivers", avec picture of Tony Blair--eddie's impression is great--and our own Bush).
Watched some TV. Talked to Eddie. Slept. I hate my life here. I was walking to get the rice and smoothie and saw couples, seemingly everywhere, and friends...I miss so much--this place is like exile. 

I just don't want to work today, but i've been plowing through, there are so many applications that my head begins to swim trying to decipher their handwriting. I can't wait until this part of the job is over.

Time to listen to The Smiths again.

20 July 2004

Memorable...

Q: Any advice? Is it a move on and forget it or stick it to them via power of the pen, for lack of another cheesy cliche? I am hurt that I have to go around "undoing" what they and their manager did, which was, for the last week and a half, tell various Chicago music people in the know that I am a "stalker" who acts "unprofessionally"--and due to the fact that I am fairly  young and am building my credibility, I take this personally and professionally and want to unravel this to gain not pride necessarily, but a clean slate. I'd like to still write music and what not but at this rate, I just don't know what is the best and most efficient way to handle this.
 
A: Cherie: More b.s. from the record biz....the publicist tried to have the story killed because she said you were unprofessional and a stalker? ha ha ha ha. unfortunately, i'm not surprised. you of course are not unprofessional or a stalker, but i'm not surprised at any of the tactics the music-industry machine employs to further the careers of its precious products (i.e., Kill Hannah) . it's not unusual for a major label publicist to try to bully a young writer, or to put pressure on the young writer's editor to kill a story, especially if the publicist senses that the story will be not entirely favorable to their client. so the key here is not the publicist's behavior, but how you and your editor react to it.
 
three key questions:is your editor killing the story? or won't print it unless you write something positive? or stringing you along to make you believe she's really on your side, but doesn't want to cut ties with a major label and a major band, and would rather sacrifice you and your story than piss off the powers that be?if your editor has killed the story, or wants a more "positive" story, it sounds like your editor is the person you should be having a conversation with, not the publicist.In the meantime, you should feel like you're doing your job, and you should care less what some publicist thinks about you, no matter how many lies she tries to spread. music people in this town are smart enough to figure it out, and they know enough not to trust anything some person in New York tells them about somebody else on face value. there are plenty of other stories to write that don't involve that publicist or any of her bands, and you'll do just fine writing those stories.
 
and also know this and hold it dear: if the major labels are patting you on the back, that's when you should be worried. it sounds like you explained your position to your editor, and that your editor agrees that they're trying to screw you, and still won't print the story because it ain't "positive" enough. if i'm you, i don't work for this editor ever again, i wash my hands of kill hannah (but keep all your notes, because when and if their second album comes out, you're going to have the makings of a dandy music-biz 101 expose for Esquire) and continue to pitch other stories to publications that have as much integrity as you do.
 
::: He is the nicest writer in the world. I go back to that because, well, that was some of the best advice I ever got, and after that, I stopped writing about music. I took his advice and stopped writing for any publication like that, who would rather appease a publisher and a publicist than a reader--and I find no fault in that as a theory but in practice, and with the newspaper journalism I have, I couldn't swallow it. I felt like a tool. But it was such a good story, and although there were some errors I see now, I mainly finished it to get it out of my system...not my best work in its entirety (that Atmosphere piece that won that ICPA accolade is still tops in my book) but it was my first feature length piece, and I feel horrible that I broke in, and then broke out, with that.  Perhaps thats why Kill Hannah always sticks with me: they were the group to shatter the innocence I had in musicians that I liked first, and then wrote about second. I never knew such a group of selfish and self righteous assholes could exist and be so damn two faced. As a fan, this hurt, and as a writer, I grew out of it I guess.
 
And in fact I am still curious to who lied about my intent as a writer--that is still a fucking mystery that has seemingly gotten lost in a wrinkle in time. Probably some girl or something, who knows.
 
Also, that experience sucked any type of faith or hope I had left in writing about people who make money off of their "art" for good...my idealist stance I groomed in college is leaving me, and even with this job, I am seeing how cyclical and methodical politics are, and am beginning to wonder just what it is that I want: it used to be writing, it used to be this or that...now, I am not so sure.
 
I am sitting at my desk amidst hundreds of applications, media to do lists, and random other tasks one of my two directors gives me. My head is pounding and I just want to get through this hiring process, so if I do decide to quit, I can do so with a clean conscious and know that what I was evidently "asked" to do in coming up here, is now wrapped up nice and tidy.
 
However, with my newfound hate, I do leave no later than 630 each day...no more 730 nights.
Not like i have alot to do back at the hotel...the new Economist came out and I am finding new ways to cook tofu and brown rice, daily.
 
What a life I lead...



19 July 2004

I hate this new blogger template crap.
 
Today I was joking about marriage and how easy it is--without a wedding or anything. I found that in DuPage County if you want to get married, you can for only 15 bucks, and heres a little factoid: First cousins older than the age of 50 may marry.
ew...
Its not that I want to get married its that I hate how far apart he and I are--and if I can't have the middleground (living back in Chicago with only a blink of time between us) then this marriage/living together thing would be completely shelved...we all know how I feel about that anyway--its drastic situations like this that drive me to believe in things that I never thought I would.
I am back at work and literally dreaded every second coming back. I hate it here so much that I am looking at jobs that involve working as a receptionist in a hair salon. Again, nothing like a job within the passion you once had to drive it out of you.
I am in a bad mood and think its just maladjusted stress and loathing for this week. I never knew that phrase "I hate my job" could impact my life so much.
 

The" ihate michigan" Entry
Date: 19 July
Climate: hot
Eating: nothing--still digesting this weekends feasts of carbs
Drinking: nothing
Feeling: tired
Listening to: faxes come, faxes go.
Watching: screen load, screen unload.
Reading:  "There appears to be some sort of virus going around.  It probably steals names form people’s address book and sends them the virus.  You should never open an attachment if you don’t know what it is."    Note the spelling error...these are the type of emails the ACT tech department sends out...i have been laughing since i read it--Jliz claims she also gets these at the Loyola med library..I love the theorizing "it probably steals..." and then the chiding advice..."you should never open an attachment..." no shit.



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