Friday, September 02, 2022

Labor Day

 

The Kowinski family that I am part of seems to have begun in America with my great-grandparents.  John Kolachinski (who went by various names in the U.S., soon settling on John Kowinsky)  came to work in western Pennsylvania coal mines, probably from the impoverished and oppressed region of Silesia in southern Poland, in about 1890.  He was likely in Scottdale, PA during one of the worst mining accidents of the era, killing at least 100 Polish, Italian and other immigrant miners.

 One of John's children, Frank Kowinsky was my grandfather.   He married Catherine Ellis, whose father John Ellis had arrived in America and western Pennsylvania at about the same time as John Kowinsky. John Ellis (originally Ilas) came from somewhere in the Austrian-Hungarian empire of  eastern Europe which include part of Poland and Slovakia, while his wife had a lineage originating in Ukraine.  

 Both my paternal great-grandfathers were in the coal fields for the tumultuous Westmoreland County coal strike of 1910-1911—also known as the Slovak Strike because more than two-thirds of the miners were Slovak. It involved 65 mines and 15,000 coal miners. As would happen again, mine owners used private police and thugs as well as the state and local police and courts to break the strike, which they did, with defeat for the miners. Sixteen miners or members of their family were killed.  Families were thrown out of their lodgings and had no money for food.

There was a larger, more successful national United Mineworkers coal strike in 1919 that involved 100,000 Pennsylvania miners, but industry owners tried to cut the agreed-upon wages in 1922, resulting in another strike.  By this time, my grandparents Frank and Catherine were married, and my father Walter had been born.  Again, families were left homeless. Two of my great-grandparents and their family were living in a tent until winter cold forced them to improvise shelter in an abandoned pool room with several other families. This strike eventually won back the wage levels of 1919.

Attempts to break strikes and prevent organizing were relentless.  In high school I was shown an empty valley where a coal patch town had once existed, with searchlights ringing it so owners could spot when workers moved between houses to attend union organizing meetings.

The Depression of the 1930s hit this area very hard, but in Washington the Roosevelt administration was convinced that to end the Depression required a countervailing force to huge companies in a time of immense disparities in incomes.  Labor union rights were strengthened by law, and over the next decades, national unions became that force.  Better wages, hours and working conditions helped fuel shared prosperity.

By the time I was in high school in the early 1960s, unions comprised an institutional force alongside government and private industry.  Unions became a progressive force and through their political arms, a big factor in elections.  Though in practice many individual unions discriminated, the major union organizations supported diversity, and were among the chief sponsors of the 1963 Civil Rights March on Washington.  

The moral authority of unions was weakened by instances of corruption, and then by union support for the Vietnam War, which alienated the young and some minorities.  Then in the mid to late 1970s, steel mills began to close, and industries moved employment away from the U.S. With membership dwindling, the Reagan administration in the 1980s dealt unions a series of death blows.  Today the percentage of union members in the workforce is tiny.

Also today, in another era of massive income disparities, there are the same patterns of unionizing and company resistance at Amazon, Starbucks and other new corporate giants.  Meanwhile, unions have grown in the public sector of the economy.  In both cases, the actual and prospective union members tend to be more female and non-White.

Now the descendants of those European immigrants that suffered for the first labor unions, and the proud union members of the era of union strength, are left without an advocate, an organization looking out for their interests, a place to go to discuss issues, to listen and to be heard.  Even just a union hall bar to let off steam, talk about their families and look each other in the face. They have no collective power to counter the massive power of corporations and the rich, which includes the power to secretly manipulate the information they receive. 

Instead they have the Internet, where they get their information courtesy of trolls and bots and algorithms that feed them vast quantities of the same  tenor of elaborately presented shameless lying--so much of it that it seems it must be true.  There is no countervailing voice to the corporate interests that fund efforts to blame others for the results of corporate decisions, such as immigrants, minorities, or scientists and self-serving, pointy-headed intellectuals.  Instead of collective and constructive action, they are encouraged to wallow in anger and misplaced rancor, racism and closets of military weaponry, and the thrill of "owning the libs," as fleeting and addictive as a cocaine high.  Their participation is limited to seeing who can attract attention by being the shrillest and most provocative, unless until some of them brought their smartphones to an Insurrection on Capitol Hill.

It only gets said on Labor Day if at all, but the American system is broken in large measure because of the gaping hole left in social and economic institutions by the demise of unions.  It's no coincidence that the democracy that President Joe Biden extolled and declared threatened, flourished in his lifetime when unions were strong, and a vital part of that democracy. 

Tuesday, August 30, 2022

Both Sides Now

 My musical experiences this summer centered--not surprisingly--on music from my generation, although with some element of new presentation.

The live music highlights were from the Newport Folk Festival.  Paul Simon hosted a set, playing emcee at times (as in a timely revision of "American Tune" sung by Rhiannon Giddens) but singing as well, with a solo version of "Sounds of Silence."  His voice is considerably weakened but he still can create new phrasings on his old songs.

But the big hit of the Festival was the surprise appearance of Joni Mitchell, participating in a set of her songs with Brandi Carlile, originally announced as a Carlile spot.  Carlile and other younger musicians as well as Joni's contemporaries have been playing privately in what became known as "Joni's Jams" at her home, during Mitchell's recovery from serious illness. 

The tunes are all featured on YouTube, some shot by fans and others with the official Newport sponsorship.  The highlight was her remarkable solo vocal on "Both Sides Now".  I don't know anyone who has seen or heard this performance who hasn't done so in tears.  Such depth, such courage, such artistry, is a moment of a lifetime.  The love for her on that stage and in that crowd is palpable.

On my computer, YouTube posts "suggestions" of other videos on the right, and one caught my eye: a  50th anniversary recording of the Band's signature song, "The Weight," which featured Robbie Robertson and Ringo Starr.  This turns out to be a production of an outfit called Playing for Change that edits together bits from a range of international singers and players performing in their own countries--in this case, all of them mind-blowingly excellent.  Most aren't stars, at least in the U.S., but I'm already listening to Larkin Poe, a duo I didn't know about.

This led me to a succession of earlier Play for Change videos--for example, versions of "All Along the Watchtower" (which includes Lakota Singers), "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay", "Gimme Shelter" (which suggests what a version by its original backup singer Mary Clayton might have sounded like, plus I've finally understood the lyrics.)  There are others.  Several of the earlier videos begin with street musicians literally playing for change, but of course, the meaning is double.  Additionally there's "Teach Your Children" performed by an international Playing for Change live band onstage.

These are pure nourishment.  They have lasted and we've lasted to hear them again in these new ways. It's all earned.

 So get some today--while they last.  These YouTube videos are free, and the ads are all at the beginning.  There's so little left on the Internet that's even tolerable, it seems prudent to get all of what remains. 

Monday, August 29, 2022

Climbing along the River


Willows never forget how it feels
 to be young. 

 Do you remember where you came from?
 Gravel remembers.

Even the upper end of the river
 believes in the ocean. 

 Exactly at midnight 
yesterday sighs away. 

 What I believe is,
 all animals have one soul. 

 Over the land they love
 they crisscross forever.

--William Stafford