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In order for labor unions to make progress in the future, they must first understand their past. Simply put, “to know where you are, you have to know where you’ve been.” We have dedicated this page to Labor’s history: the people, the places and the events that have painted the landscape we see today. Many articles displayed on this page have been borrowed from the “History of The Ironworker’s Union”, various books, and web publications. This page is updated monthly. |
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In 1976, Brother R. E. "Dick" Gautney, Local No. 477, Sheffield, Alabama wrote to the Editor of the Ironworker Magazine (formerly the Bridgemen's Magazine) about Ironworkers during the "Great Depression" of the 1930's. During this period, the magazine contained a complete list of all the jobs in the United states. It gave the name of the erector, the total tons, cost, and job location. He said "this information was a lifesaver for a large segment of our membership in those days." Local Unions were scattered in those days, sometimes 800 miles apart. Most Business Agents worked on a job. A few of the members owned a model A or a T Ford, but usually could not afford gas, therefore, they used the "Oklahoma Courtesy Card," namely a siphon hose. This name was given to the siphon hose by the "Okies" who migrated to California following the great dust storms of the thirties. Most of the Ironworkers did their traveling by freight train which was very hazardous - they "Rode the Rails." Most or all structural steel was riveted at that time. A riveting gang usually traveled together. A gang was composed of four men. Others traveled in pairs. The usual procedure for seeking a job was to consult "the Bridgemen's Magazine" and pick a place to work. After deciding, they made their plans for an extended stay. They would carry their "suitcase" on their back. That is, they would wear all the clothes they owned. These consisted of a pair of khaki pants, white shirt worn under a blue denim shirt, blue overalls, and a blue denim jumper or coat. If they found a job, the khaki pants and white shirt would be their dress clothes, the rest their work clothes. The Ironworkers would walk to the nearest railroad. Most of the trains ran on steam, therefore the engines had to have water. So the Ironworkers would make their way to the water tank, being very careful to stay out of sight. Usually they hid in the weeds that grew beside the track. It seemed as if the lord provided for his own by placing those weeds beside all railroad tracks. The reason they were so careful to stay hidden was there were some thoroughly bad "Railroad Bulls," slang for Railroad Police. Some of these men enjoyed beating up a hobo. There was "Texas Slim", "Hardrock Hardin", "Frisco Kid", "Big Charlie". and a host of others just as tough. Besides the railroad police, Ironworkers had to dodge a host of sheriffs and town marshals. Most all states and town recruited the labor for their farms, roads and chain gangs off the railroads. If the men caught the train, and were luck enough to get inside an empty car, they would have some protection from the rain and cold. One thing a man had to watch when he was "riding the rails" was his company. Sometimes there were murderers, cutthroats, prostitutes, pickpockets and honest working men all in the same car. Upon reaching their destination, they learned the job was a short distance from town. They knew they would find a meal that night. All "Hobo Jungles" or "Camps" always had a pot of stew on the fire which was free to all. The ingredients were usually bummed. Usually the folks working on the job furnished the smoking tobacco. Even when getting to the job-site, the Ironworker boomer, in many instances, had to wait to go to work until someone got fired or fell. They would continue to camp on the river bank as long as their was hope of going to work. They used the river for a laundry, a campfire for a dryer. If it was cold they wrapped themselves in newspaper to sleep. if it rained, they would sleep under a bridge. If it snowed, they usually would seek asylum in the nearest jail. Once an Ironworker got a job, the pay was usually low and the accident list was high. Some of the larger companies did not allow smoking on their jobs. They would fire a man for smoking about as quick as they would for not working. The "New Deal" dams had their own camps, often called "slab towns." They got their name because they were made of slabs of lumber. Gamblers, bootleggers and prostitutes followed the large construction jobs. The young members of today should know about the tough times the Ironworkers had during the "Great Depression" when many of them had to "Ride the Rails."
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César Estrada Chávez (1927 - 1993) César Chávez was a folk hero and symbol of hope to millions of Americans. In 1962, he and a few others set out to organize a union of farm workers. Nearly everyone told them it was impossible. But for a time they succeeded beyond anyone's wildest imaginings. An ardent advocate of nonviolence, Chávez was one of the most inspirational labor leaders of the 20th century, with an influence that stretched far beyond the California fields.
César Chávez was born on March 31, 1927, the second of five children and the oldest of three brothers. His parents, Librado Chávez, a small farmer and businessman, and Juana Estrada Chávez, a strong-willed, pious Catholic, ran a farm, grocery store, garage and pool hall in Arizona's North Gila Valley, near the California-Mexico border. In 1938, the family was evicted from the land they had worked for nearly 50 years. "We left everything behind," Chávez recalled. "Left chickens and cows and horses and implements. Things belonging to my father's family and my mother's as well. Everything." Chávez had a hard time adjusting to his new life as part of the migrant farm labor force. During the harvest season, everyone in the family had to pitch in to put enough food on the table and they lived "under a tree, with just a canvas on top of us, and sometimes in the car." And the work was hard. Working lettuce with a short-handled hoe, Chávez remembered, was "just like being nailed to a cross."
Biography from:www.aflcio.org/aboutus/history/history/chavez.cfm |