Tennesseans are many things, but we aren’t fools. An essay published last Sunday arguing that we should be grateful for “right to work” on Labor Day shows how some have forgotten who we are.
This subscriber, after placing my 93-year-old father’s Sunday paper on his porch, expected to see the good and the bad of working in America reflected on Labor Day.
I’m the international vice president for the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers’ Tenth District, covering Tennessee, Arkansas and the Carolinas.
Being a union man in the South means I’m a natural optimist. I hoped to read an essay honoring the sacrifices of those before me — the blood, sweat and tears that gave working people today safer conditions, a living wage, health care and a 40-hour workweek.
I’ll be honest. I was more than a little disgusted by what I saw on the front page of the Perspective section.