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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.