14 years at the Free Press
My parents came here from Italy, and many in
their generation found work and prosperity in the auto industry.
Unions helped shape their lives and livelihoods, and paved the way
for a better future for their children. Compared to my parents'
hard work and sacrifice, I've had it easy. Because of what my parents
endured, because of my husband's unwavering support, and for my
little girl's future, the decision to support the strike
and what's right was easy.
It has not been easy to watch friendships dissolve
and people I once respected become warm, fuzzy mouthpieces for corporate
thuggery. I started at the Free Press as an intern in 1978, and
I want to go back now in part, because they don't want another
union member back in and because I'll be a better reporter for all
I've seen and learned in the strike. The newspapers betrayed this
community's trust and heritage. I'm too good a reporter not to have
figured out what the company's intentions and deceptions were all
about union busting to "enhance shareholder value." I don't
understand how alienating more than one-third of your customers
and losing hundreds of millions of dollars makes good business sense.
But my bosses seem to think this strike has made them better businessmen.
It sure hasn't made them better journalists, or better people.
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