Walls Come Tumbling Down: Smash The Hamster Wheel (And Stop Running So Hard In Place)
While talking with my sister last night, we found ourselves ruminating -- invariably, inevitably, involuntarily -- on why the State Of The Nation has slid so far down the proverbial hamster wheel that's left so many of us running, running and running in place...yet falling further behind.
"When we were growing up," she said, "I remember how far you could stretch a dollar during the '70s. You could work a regular job, pay the rent and actually have something left over..." She paused for reflection. "But not anymore."
"Well, I remember that era, too," I responded. "Back then, you didn't have the 'double wage earner' syndrome that's so prevalent now..."
"And that's before we get to the rents," said my sister, who lives in a major Midwestern city. "You can't get anything decent under $700 a month anymore, at least not around here."
"Same story in this small burg," I said. "I'm still shocked at the dumps that carried a $500 or $600 a month price tag...the kind of places where they should pay you to live, not the other way around."
(Reckoner's Note: In particular, Dear Reader, I'm thinking of the rundown two-story house with the peeling blue paint and the bathroom mirror that bire a message in bright red lipstick: "I will kill you." But I digress.)
"So what happened? I'm wondering what it's going to take..."
"Probably another March on Washington," I responded. "Remember all those retrospective stories they did last year, on the '50th anniversary?" How many people showed up that day, a quarter of a million?" "Something like that," my sister responded. "I've seen that picture where they're all gathered..."
"We need something like that now," I said. "Several marches on Washington, in fact -- so we get back to that late '60s, early '70s era, when people still demanded things from their leaders."
"Never gonna happen, at least not soon," my sister sighed. "Things get taken away, and people just make do."
That's when I started thinking...
...about a news story I'd spotted on The Huffington Post, which originally triggered this broadside -- but wound up revising, in light of the above conversation.
The story focused on United Parcel Service's decision to fire 250 workers for staging a 90-minute protest in Queens, NY last February, after a 24-year employee -- and union activist -- butted heads with management over how many hours that senior employees could work.
The company fired the veteran (Jairo Reyes) on Valentine's Day, triggering the walkout on February 26. Twenty workers were fired forthwith -- presumably, those that UPS fingered as the major instigators -- while an additional 230 will get the boot once their replacements are trained.
Let's hope that nobody among the soon-to-depart ranks lifts a finger to train anybody -- as I did, when I suspected an ex-boss of bringing in a chirpier-but-cheaper secretary to replace me. For UPS, of course, it's business as it's done in the good old USA. As a company spokesperson informed the Huffington Post:
"We simply cannot allow employee misconduct that jeopardizes our ability to reliably serve our customers and maintain order in our delivery operations. For this reason, the company is releasing employees involved in the work stoppage."
Don't you love those corporate Orwellian euphemisms? Sounds like everybody's going on an all-expenses-paid vacation to Maui...or getting an extra hour for lunch -- so they can play ping pong on the company dime. "Why, we didn't fire them, Your Honor, nor terminate them, nor involuntarily separate them from the payroll..no, Your Lordship, cross your heart -- we just released them."
At any rate, as the union noted, this action comes from a company that rakes millions of dollars in contracts from the Big Apple -- remember, boys and girls, they want socialism for themselves, just not for the groundlings -- not to mention preferential treatment on parking fines for their trucks.
Of course, such preferential treatment doesn't translate onto the shop floor, as these choice nuggets from indeed.com might suggest:
Nugget #1: "UPS is one of the worst possible places to work -
ever. You always hear about the great benefits - that's because they
are the only thing that is great. It is a MICRO-MANAGED company and
nothing you do is ever, EVER good enough. You are treated like a
number and they have no care for you as an employee whatsoever.
NUMBERS, NUMBERS, NUMBERS - to hear them tell it, it's never enough -
despite what the earnings and financial reports say."
Nugget #2: "Can you explain why UPS advertises jobs nonstop every
day and apparently interviews/pre-interviews hundreds of people. They
advertise non-stop for a center that only has 40 unloading and 40
loading doors, with just one person to a door...Why does UPS
not tell people that they will unloading at a rate of 1200 packages
an hour and loading at a rate of 500 per hour BEFORE they get the 'tour'."
Nugget #3: "I worked there for 5 months back in 2003-04. If
you don't mind being yelled at constantly, DESPITE the fact you are
working at a very high pace, then UPS is for you.
"$8.50 is the
same rate they have paid for years (for unloading trucks and sorting
letters and small parcels in small sort). $9.50 is for the
poor schleps who load the trucks, the pressure is worse for them.
"My best memory is the 'Holiday Treat' they
gave us at Breaktime. You had 10 minutes to enjoy a plate of beans
and weenies...then the buzzer rang and the managers yelled at
everyone to get back to work. Charming place.
"They talk about
earning senority (5-6 years) and you can become a delivery driver.
Look at the drivers when they arrive in the morning and you see
tired, ragged drivers....resigned to their fate. UPS works them hard
As the cliche goes, this would seem funny if the big picture weren't so sad. And that's when I started thinking again.
You don't have to take this crap
You don't have to sit back and relax You can actually try changing it I know we've always been taught to rely Upon those in authority -- But you never know until you try How things just might be -- If we came together so strongly "Walls Come Tumbling Down" (The Style Council)
Released in 1985, this uptempo soul-pop song exemplifies an early peak of The Style Council, Paul Weller's fab post-Jam combo -- charting at #6 UK, #19 Australia, and #15 New Zeland, respectively. The song is often seen as the peak of Weller's "political" period that made itself felt on the Style Council's second UK album, Our Favourite Shop.
For further examples, see "Come To Milton Keynes," and "The Lodgers (or She Was Only A Shopekeeper's Daughter)" (one of numerous jibes at then-Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher -- who made such a perversely inspiring muse). As Weller himself has remarked: "I had a total belief in The Style Council. I was obsessed in the early years. I lived and breathed it all. I meant every word, and felt every action. Our Favourite Shop was its culmination." Indeed it was.
With so much fatalism and passivity hanging in the air, this song comes across as a glorious reminder of what I often call "The Power Of Possibility." When I hear it now, my memories focus on the East German regime's collapse in November 1989 -- how quickly it evaporated, once the street protests in Dresden and Leipzig gathered momentum, once people stopped believing in its ironclad authority over their lives. Would the same thing happen today on this side of the pond, I wonder?
Nobody, of course, can lay any bets. However, it's important to remember that history is peppered with countless situations like those of East Germany...or Poland (imagine if Lech Walesa had gone back to lunch that day -- they'd still have a steady diet of state-sponsored rock 'n' roll being shoved down their collective throats!)...or Egypt, with the Muburak machine seemingly poised to roll on forever and a day, just as surely as the sun came up...or the US during the '60s, when civil rights legislation finally became reality.
The March on Washington had something to do with that outcome -- "civil rights didn't come," as I often pointedly tell people, "because the politicians thought it such a dandy idea, or felt so sorry for the downtrodden." And that brings me back to where this post started.
Are you gonna realize
The class war's real and not mythologized
And like Jericho - You see walls can come tumbling down!
The surest way to avoid changing any situation is to repeat -- over and over again, like some twisted version of the Rosary -- that it's not possible. That the odds are too long. That the idea itself is too bizarre for mass consumption. That you're a fool to even imagine different outcomes for yourself, your friends or the ones you love, until someone upstairs finally consents to the idea. Of course, no such approval is ever forthcoming, right?
That's because the bad guys want to keep us all jawboning forever -- keep the conversation going round and round in circles, while the quality of life continually declines for the majority of American...and any further notions of progress gurgle down the drain. You're expected to wait your turn..and settle...and wait some more...and get older...and wait longer still...and avoid bringing up the awkward questions that might finally push the conversation in a better direction. You get the idea.
As far as I'm concerned, however, the chief value of songs like "Walls Come Tumbling Down" is their potential to jar us awake, rouse us to action, and push us into a different gear than we've been accustomed to riding. The Style Council's output -- and, for that matter, Weller's lyric writing of this era -- is often dismissed as heavy-handed, overbearing, preachy, strident.
Possibly. Perhaps. However, there are moments in life when it's time to take off the gloves, and say what needs saying, period. Only then, it seems, will the silent majority of people feel brave enough to stand up for what's right, and raise hell accordingly.