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a second-floor restaurant

The core group of checkers first met in a second-floor restaurant near the magazine’s offices. They figured no one else at the magazine would be going to a second-floor restaurant. They debated about whether to try to join the Newspaper Guild or District 65, an independent union associated with the…

—p.20 n+1 Issue 21: Throwback The Committee (19) missing author
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organizing as white-collar workers

N+1: Did it feel unusual at the time to be organizing as white-collar workers?

ROSENSTEIN: There weren’t a lot of precedents. But we felt that we were part of a movement because there were a lot of university office workers who were organizing at the time. We were very optimistic that we were br…

—p.14 Getting Serious (13) missing author
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it could be done even with a difficult employer

N+1: What were the conditions you were facing at Columbia?

ROSENSTEIN: First of all, people were very low paid. People were making eight, nine, ten thousand dollars a year for a full-time job — people making fifteen thousand had a very good salary. And the other thing is that the conditions were…

—p.14 Getting Serious (13) missing author
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under the sparkling Southern Cross topic/growing-older

I was born and raised under the stars of the Southern Cross.

Wherever I go, they follow me. Under the sparkling Southern Cross, I live out the stages of my fate.

I have no god. If I had one, I would beseech him not to let me meet death, not yet. I still have a long way to go. There are moons …

—p.269 The Book of Embraces by Eduardo Galeano
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who are my contemporaries? why/read

"Who are my contemporaries?" Juan Gelman asks himself.

Juan says that sometimes he comes across men who smell of fear, in Buenos Aires, Paris, or anywhere in the world, and feels that these men are not his contemporaries. But there is a Chinese who, thousands of years ago, wrote a poem about a g…

—p.244 by Eduardo Galeano