Ravenswood

I was very excited to receive in the mail this week all of the books and syllabi for my first courses at the U-Mass Labor Studies program. I’m taking Labor Law, with Harris Freeman, and Labor Research, with Tom Juravich. I decided to start lightly with “Ravenswood: The Steelworkers’ Victory and the Revival of American Labor,” which Juravich co-wrote with Kate Bronfenbrenner, and which is included in the syllabus for the Labor Research course mostly, I assume, to add color to the discussion.

Ravenswood was an early 90’s lock-out at an aluminum processing plant of which I had never previously heard. Juravich and Bronfenbrenner argue that this little-remembered labor struggle presaged the revitalization of the labor movement experienced later in the decade, and represented the first time that American unions successfully combined a labor action with a corporate campaign, boycotts and international solidarity; a recipe for what they differentiate from mere corporate campaigns as a “strategic campaign.”

Located in West Virginia, the Ravenswood plant had been a part of the Kaiser Aluminum corporation until leveraged buy-outs, asset spin-offs, restructuring and other corporate shell games in the 1980’s produced an independent Ravenswood Aluminum Corporation, seemingly owned by a former plant manager with a chip on his shoulder and a clear agenda of union-busting. The new owners combined jobs, forced overtime and cut back on safety regulation, resulting in several deaths inside the plant. When the contract came up for renewal, management proposed austerity cuts and stalled the negotiations, while spending millions on new security and scab recruitment. When the contract expired, management rejected the union’s offer to continue working under the terms of the old contract pending a new agreement, and instead locked out 1700 union workers.

The workers at USWA Local 5668 held strong, but it was several months before the Steelworkers’ international union got directly involved in the campaign, which ultimately lasted two years. International Vice President George Becker personally took over the campaign and directed his legal staff salvage the local’s paper-thin and sure-to-be-rejected unfair labor practice charges with the NLRB.

Juravich and Bronfenbrenner narrate the book as an interesting chronological story that anyone could enjoy, but any union staffer reading the early chapters is keeping mental score of all of management’s ULPs – including surveillance and retaliation for union activity, refusal to bargain over health and safety (a mandatory subject of bargaining), general surface bargaining, unilateral implementation of a final offer and an illegal lock-out – knowing that management’s goof-ups mean that the workers have a right to get their jobs back with massive back-pay!

USWA’s intervention in 5668’s ULP case is presented as a bit of great luck, when, in fact, the question should be asked, “Where the heck were they earlier?” Fifteen years later, any union that’s serious about winning has a sophisticated program of cataloguing grievances and management activities in order to identify multiple violations of federal labor law that will protect and enhance the union’s own activities.

Elsewhere, the USWA is more inventive in pressing the campaign of the workers’ lock-out. They create an “end-users” campaign that focuses on the beverage companies who utilize aluminum cans from the Ravenwood plant and, carefully skirting the ban on secondary boycotts, pick away at Ravenswood’s significant customers, one by one. They press health and safety issues at the plant with OSHA. They join environmental coalitions in highlighting the plant’s pollution.

The Steelworkers also press a corporate campaign against Marc Rich, the billionaire investor, on the lam from the U.S. for tax evasion and illegal arms sales to Iran, who, through shadow entities is the true owner of Ravenswood. With much assistance from the international federations (global umbrella groups of international unions – mostly European and North American – that are slowly becoming labor’s answer to the trans-national corporation) engage in demonstrations and lobbying that bring unfavorable press to Rich at his Swiss hideout and sink several lucrative financial deals.

Ultimately, the pressure works. Rich ousts the management team at Ravenswood. All of the locked-out workers get their jobs back. Pay and pensions increase. The plant remains open.

George Becker goes on to become President of the USWA. Richard Trumka, who directed his union’s (the Mineworkers) support becomes Secretary-Treasurer of the AFL-CIO. Many of the tactics used at Ravenswood have become ubiquitous in the labor movement. They’re not always successful, but a strategic campaign, focused on leverage and soft spots, combined with a united workforce is more often successful than not.

Of course, then again, management has gotten a lot more sophisticated in the last fifteen years and rookie mistakes as the initial Ravenswood management team made are fewer and farther between.

Gimme Free

Free shows are for the unemployed. This fact used to piss me off…when I had a job. Two years ago, I remember leaving work early and racing all the way downtown to see one of my favorite bands, Spoon, play a free show at Castle Clinton, only to be among the hundreds of fans who were beaten to the punch by the reserve army of the unemployed. I finally made up for that day by seeing Spoon play a terrific free show at the Virgin record store yesterday.

Spoon are, to my mind, the band of the decade. They are exactly the sort of band that rock geeks long for: a tight little band, a sympathetic voice, a distinctive sound, a little mystery and lyrics that you sing along to before you even know what they are. I first read about the band in Camden Joy’s review of their record company kiss-off single. It was the best bit of rock criticism this side of Lester Bangs, perfectly encapsulating all of the unfulfilled promise of rock in the 90’s and pinning all of our rock geek hopes on this little Austin band that had just been unceremoniously dumped from their corporate record label. Who could resist that? I tracked the record that Elektra thought wasn’t good enough. It was great, all jagged guitars, congested vocals and pure power pop.

A funny thing happened when the band reappeared on the indie Merge record label. Their sound changed; it matured, expanded and hollowed out. The piano replaced the guitar as the dominant instrument. Drum and bass hooks anchored the songs. Guitars only punctuated open holes in the songs, which better allowed the listener to hear Britt Daniels’ quarter-life crisis lyrics. The songs are all rising action; unresolved tension waiting for a climax that might not come for three more songs.

Spoon makes records; complete, perfect statements that are meant to be heard in unison. (Daniels sighed and mumbled about the “iPod generation” yesterday when a pretty indie princess yelled out for tracks “4 and 11.”) Each new one feels like an instant classic, with evocative titles like “Girls Can Tell” and “Kill The Moonlight,” crisp, minimalist cover art and never a band shot (which is always a cool statement, but more so when the lead singer is a conventionally handsome gent).

Spoon’s latest record, “Gimme Fiction,” was released yesterday. It feels like a minor classic. Daniels’ has expanded his lyrical touchstones from post-adolescent angst to include some mythology and has thrown more guitar noise into the mix. Unlike the last two records, this one contains two or three songs that seem distinctly like filler, but it also adds a number of songs that will become a beloved part the band’s repertoire for years. “I Turn My Camera On” is sexy disco rock. “The Two Sides of Monsieur Valentine” is fun and bouncy, and “I Summon You” is an insistent and lovely ballad. “Sister Jack,” which was an acoustic ballad when Britt Daniel played a solo warm-up show at Maxwell’s last year, is now a power pop rave-up, the album’s clear climax. It’s one of the year’s best.

Love Mom, Not Wal-Mart

The Wake Up Wal-Mart campaign is taking the opportunity this Mother’s Day to highlight Wal-Mart’s discrimination against women in their employ. Of course, I should have posted this story weeks ago, but who ever does anything early for Mother’s Day?

Visit the site, sign a pledge that you will not buy any Mother’s Day gifts at Wal-Mart while they discriminate against all the moms who work for them, forward to everyone you know and then buy your mom some flowers.

I’m not buying any gifts. I’m cooking my mom a nice dinner. Crab-stuffed mushrooms and calamari in a red wine sauce (I may post that recipe later).

Once again, I’m organizing a few people to help the Wal-Mart Free NYC Coalition leaflet at the Staten Island ferry during rush hour on Thursday. Let me know if you can join us. The Wal-Mart Free people will be leafletting during rush hour every Tuesday in May, on the Manhattan side of the SI ferry, and every Thursday in May on the SI side, so try to help out at least once.

Black Tuesday

I need to remind myself that I am not a professional journalist. I am, help me, a “blogger” with no cover and no paycheck. I need to write for an imagined audience that includes all my friends, comrades, neighbors, family and girlfriends (past, present and future) as well as all of my employers, past and prospective.

I’d like to offer all of my opinions on Tuesday’s “restructuring” of the AFL-CIO that closed and merge departments and laid-off a third of the federation’s staff, but I’d like even more to work in the labor movement again. So, I’m just going to offer a few links. Jonathan Tasini has a lot of inside information of how the news went down at 16th Street. American Prospect has a good piece by Harold Myerson on the politics of the cuts. And, as always, the Unite To Win blog has all those anonymous staffers slugging it out.

I’ve been looking for work for six months, and now I’m going to be joined by 167 experienced union staffers, while the whole movement seems to hold its breath, waiting for the outcome of the federation’s convention in July.

It’s very frustrating. All I want is to be a part of a growing, fighting union. I want to take on Wal-Mart. I want to take on Bloomberg and Pataki. I want to take on Sodexho, Aramark and Cintas. I want to get off of the dole, already!

Speaking of Wal-Mart, I’m organizing a few people to help the Wal-Mart Free NYC Coalition leaflet at the Staten Island ferry during rush hour on Thursday. Let me know if you can join us.

Finally, for your amusement, a picture of the YPSL contingent at Sunday’s No Nuke rally.