Well I'm done with my wonderful summer's end slouch into spy novels, and trying to head into Labor Day weekend with appropriate fare: re-reading Bruce Watson's Bread and Roses, an account of American immigrant textile mill workers' strike in Lawrence, Massachusetts in the winter of 1912. The workers were from 40 countries and spoke over 60 languages. It had been thought because of their differences and in some cases disdain for each other, they would never organize against the mill owners. But as the excesses of the robber barons' Gilded Age drew that era to a close, conditions grew so harsh for workers that that assumption proved wrong. The book and chapter epigraphs were certainly well chosen for that cruel time. The one for Chapter Four stands out:
"I can hire one half of the working class to kill the other half."