Young Machinists 21st Century Labor Union IAM & AW
North Carolina Machinist Raise Money for Local Children’s Hospital So proud of the way LL 1725's Young Machinists Committee teams up with the local's Women's and Human Rights Committees More than 100 people took a swing at raising money this week for the Charlotte, NC, Levine Children’s Hospital at the IAM Local 1725 first annual Union Golf Tournament hosted by the local’s Women’s/Human Rights and Young Workers Committees. The outing took place at Larkhaven Golf Club where teams competed in the four-man scramble format tournament. The event raised nearly $2,500 for the hospital.
In October of 2015, the IAM held a Women, Young Workers and Human Rights Conference where we pledged to “Change the World.” We began having the conversations necessary to empower young workers to connect union involvement to a greater social movement. The Young Machinist would like to remind all of you old-timers that-IT'S NOT YOUR GRANDDADDY'S UNION ANYMORE
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THE COLD WITHIN Six humans trapped by happenstance In dark and bitter cold Each one possessed a stick of wood, Or so the story's told. Their dying fire in need of logs, The first woman held hers back. For on the faces around the fire, She noticed one was black. The next man looking cross the way, Saw one not of his church, And couldn't bring himself to give The fire his stick of birch. The third one sat in tattered clothes, He gave his coat a hitch. Why should his log be put to use, To warm the idle rich? The rich man just sat back and thought Of the wealth he had in store. And how to keep what he had earned From the lazy, shiftless poor. The black man's face bespoke revenge As the fire passed from sight, For all he saw in his stick of wood Was a chance to spite the white. The last man of this forlorn group Did naught except for gain Giving only to those who gave Was how he played the game. The logs held tight in death's still hands Was proof of human sin. They didn't die from the cold without, They died from ---THE COLD WITHIN.