Thoughts on Being a Career Sell-Out, Part 3
Three months ago, I turned 30 years old. A month before my 30th birthday, I ended my ten-year career as an external union organizer, ending my decade-long quest of long hours, long months, long years finding pissed off workers and leading them to fight for and win labor unions at their workplaces. The labor movement got me started young. When I think back to how my political journey all started, I see mental vignettes with sometimes incredible detail. In no particular order, I see a thousand “Occupy Los Angeles” protestors attempting to enter the city’s ports, up and clashing against … Continue reading Thoughts on Being a Career Sell-Out, Part 3