…..Summer’s rollin’ out and you wait for that first chill breeze of Fall. Kids back to school. No more Summer Fridays for those lucky enough to have them. Picnics, barbeques, parades; football making it’s return. I guess with all that it’s easy to forget the holiday is supposed to celebrate workers and their civic contribution. Sure, unions and trade associations mark the day with speeches and parades, but it seems just so much lip service – indeed the initial holdiay was just that- a sop by a scared Congress to the Labor movement in the wake of the Pullman Strike of 1894.
But the people who go out and work everyday, Summer and Winter, keep the streets safe, put out fires and rescue people, look after the sick, teach our kids, clean the streets, grow the crops, work the mines, fight the wars….they are almost always forgotten or at best a prop for some politicians Labor Day appearance in their home district. Which is why we have singers and minstrels and troubadours….to remind us of these things…….that’s their job………
The Dropkick Murphy’s get it just right….
We’re the first ones to starve, we’re the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we’re always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat’s about
Steve Earle of course has been getting it right for a very long time…..
But we’ll leave the last word to Hag…….