Thinking about my parents again, I guess because this effort is more about solidarity, so my connection is less...direct.
When my parents moved back here in the early seventies, in hopes of expanded opportunities for me with my disability, they knew to expect certain things: hot summers, cheap living, and retrograde politics. Still, they had family here, and a little girl to buy a wheelchair for, so my dad took a transfer from his retail job, and they started to work their way up here, despite both of them only having about half of a college education each.
People in the same spot as my parents could not be assured of the same happy ending today. Wages have not even kept pace with skyrocketing rents and home prices, and my father might have ended up with massive student debt instead of a real-estate or insurance license, his path into the middle class.What’s a worker to do? Well, we could wait for the time machine to be invented, and hunker down, or maybe make some pivotal land purchases in Glendale, or in the real world, we could pass the PRO Act and make sure no job is a powerless job.
With the PRO Act, workers could finally use strength in numbers to get better wages and more protections on the job, maybe even have a voice in how their workplace runs.
It’ll make things easier until we get that time machine.
(Well, I liked it. Even if nobody else does, I entertained myself.)
UPDATE: This made my local daily, in somewhat altered form. I'm proud, I guess...it feels good to show the socialists I've been paying attention. On the other hand, shouldn't I be too young for this?
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