I can’t believe Sunday is the first of May. Where has this year gone? It also is May Day, which isn’t much of a holiday in America. In many parts of the world, however, it is a celebration of workers. It’s not surprising that May Day isn’t observed in a country that doesn’t actually celebrate workers. The U.S. celebrates “venture capitalists” who gamble with other people’s money, and “hedge fund managers” who are as likely to bet against the economy as for it, but we don’t celebrate, reward, or support those who actually do the work.
Those who actually PRODUCE things in this country have been increasingly oppressed and marginalized by the rich and powerful. The destruction of unions has been a systematic campaign to ensure that workers cannot organize in order to gain rights like health insurance and a living wage. Then the yammering class talks on and on about the disappearance of the middle class in America, without acknowledging that the one percent has ensured that there is no one to speak up for the middle class.
In the South, “union” long has been treated like a four-letter word. I once assumed it was because that was what the Northern army was called during the Civil War. Then I assumed it was because, in their racism, white workers resented people of color making the same wages they were making. I decided, however, that people are simply insane. What else could explain why working-class people continue to vote for politicians who work against them and for the one percent who are robbing them blind?
Now, before you attack me, I dare you to prove that you came from a poorer working-class family than I did. Believe me; I speak from experience. I watch as normally sane people whom I love vote for people who work tirelessly to ensure that their economic lives never get better. That’s CRAZY … or perhaps the Bible is right: “We wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities and powers and the rulers of the darkness of this world.” Ephesians 6:12
Rev. Michael Piazza