I have been a shop steward- remember them? Not a ‘union rep’ a bloody shop steward for the Amalgamated Union of Engineering Workers.
I’ve been a shift supervisor so saw it from both sides.
Skilled man, moulding technician- now I work on a machine- keep up or go- plod, you twat, keep up with the machine or we will find a man who can.
That is the essence of my 40-odd years making my employers and ex-employers rich.
Is this fair? I think not.
I am an old fashioned socialist- been called many things, not least of which is a ‘dinosaur’ because I believe in old fashioned socialism- where we redistribute the wealth to those that create it- the workers.
Without employers, we wouldn’t have jobs, they tell us.
Without a workforce, they wouldn’t have a factory with which to suppress us.
Big debates going on about who should lead the Labour Party into the next election; Let me tell you if you are poor, unemployed, sick or elderly, there is only one choice.
My good friends, things cannot go on well in England, nor ever will until everything shall be in common, when there shall be neither vassal nor lord, and all distinctions levelled; when the lords shall be no more masters than ourselves. How ill they have used us!… They have wines, spices and fine bread, when we have only rye and the refuse of fine straw; and if we drink, it must be water. They have handsome seats and manors, when we must brave the wind and rain in our labours in the field; but it is from our labour they have the wherewith to support their pomp.… Let us go to the king, who is young, and remonstrate with him on our servitude, telling him we must have it otherwise, or that we shall find a remedy for it ourselves
D’ya know, I’m nearly 60 years ,old, yet never felt so frightened by the men and women who should be looking after me after a lifetimes work and paying into their system I believed would take care of me.
Where has OUR money gone? `
To those people, those bourgeoisies who believed they were ‘Tory’, to, particularly petit bourgeoisie I say reap as you sow.
To the proletariat who equally believed the lies of the bourgeoisie, I say, reap as you sow.
To the worker, those who toil with their hands, their sweat and their blood, I say our day will come.
Those petit bourgeoisies who believed they were truly bourgeoisies, your day has come, with us, the proletariat.
Choose; now is your time to be one with us, or many against us.
But there will, against the people NEVER be enough of you.