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This is a book of short stories taken from the things I saw and heard in my childhood in the factory town of Ansonia in southwestern Connecticut. Most of these stories, or as true as I recall them because I witnessed these events many years ago through the eyes of child and are retold to you now with the pen and hindsight of an older man. The only exception is the story Beat Time which is based on the disappearance of Beat poet Lew Welch. Decades before I knew who Welch was, I was told that he had made his from California to New Haven, Connecticut, where was an alcoholic living in a mission. The notion fascinated me and I filed it away but never forgot it.
The collected stories are loosely modeled around Joyce’s novel, Dubliners (I also borrowed from the novels character and place names. Ivy Day, my character in “Local Orphan is Hero” is also the name of chapter in Dubliners, etc.) and like Joyce I wanted to write about my people, the people I knew as a child, the working class in small town America and I wanted to give a complete view of them as well. As a result the stories are about the divorced, Gays, black people, the working poor, the middle class, the lost and the found, the contented and the discontented.
Conversely many of the stories in this book are about starting life over again as a result of suicide (The Hanging Party, Small Town Tragedy, Beat Time) or from a near death experience (Anna Bell Lee and the Charge of the Light Brigade, A Brief Summer)
and natural occurring death. (The Best Laid Plans, The Winter Years, Balanced and Serene)
With the exception of Jesus Loves Shaqunda, in each story there is a rebirth from the death. (Shaqunda is reported as having died of pneumonia in The Winter Years)
Sal, the desperate and depressed divorcee in Things Change, changes his life in Lunch Hour when asks the waitress for a date and she accepts. (Which we learn in Closing Time, the last story in the book) In The Arranged Time, Thisby is given the option of change and whether she takes it or, we don’t know. The death of Greta’s husband in A Matter of Time has led her to the diner and into the waiting arms of the outgoing and loveable Gabe.
Although the book is based on three sets of time (breakfast, lunch and dinner) and the diner is opened in the early morning and closed at night, time stands still inside the Diner. The hour on the big clock on the wall never changes time and much like my memories of that place, everything remains the same.
In 1962, six year old John Tuohy, his two brothers and two sisters entered Connecticut’s foster care system and were promptly split apart. Over the next ten years, John would live in more than ten foster homes, group homes and state schools, from his native Waterbury to Ansonia, New Haven, West Haven, Deep River and Hartford. In the end, a decade later, the state returned him to the same home and the same parents they had taken him from. As tragic as is funny compelling story will make you cry and laugh as you journey with this child to overcome the obstacles of the foster care system and find his dreams.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
John William Tuohy is a writer who lives in Washington DC. He holds an MFA in writing from Lindenwood University. He is the author of numerous non-fiction on the history of organized crime including the ground break biography of bootlegger Roger Tuohy "When Capone's Mob Murdered Touhy" and "Guns and Glamour: A History of Organized Crime in Chicago."
His non-fiction crime short stories have appeared in The New Criminologist, American Mafia and other publications. John won the City of Chicago's Celtic Playfest for his work The Hannigan's of Beverly, and his short story fiction work, Karma Finds Franny Glass, appeared in AdmitTwo Magazine in October of 2008.
His play, Cyberdate.Com, was chosen for a public performance at the Actors Chapel in Manhattan in February of 2007 as part of the groups Reading Series for New York project. In June of 2008, the play won the Virginia Theater of The First Amendment Award for best new play.
Excerpt from my book "No Time to Say Goodbye: Memoirs of a Life in Foster Care.
Although I had liberated myself, it was not a liberating, rejuvenating experience. No, it was just sad, on a dozen different levels, for a dozen different reasons. I loved these people and all the things connected to them, and now it was all going to go away, and I had done that too, with only words. Calm, cool, collected words. How many times had I watched with envy and amazement while other kids quarreled with their parents, only to have the parents reassess the situation, acknowledge the child’s concerns and not slap them or threaten them? I hadn’t known what that process was, but now I understood it. The parent was recognizing the child as a person, not as an income source or object of abuse, but as a human being with choices and values and decisions to make. They recognized the child as somebody.
I wasn’t anybody, but I had taken the first step. After you become who you are, you start becoming a better version of yourself. I walked a little taller. I was happier. I didn’t let Helen and Walter’s disapproval of me and everything I did affect me anymore. I had decided to be someone instead of something.
The social worker, whose name and face I cannot recall, arrived two weeks later and took me out for hamburgers.
“Why do you want leave Ansonia, John?” he asked.
I told him almost everything.
“Yeah,” he said, taking the pickles from his burger. “We figured something wasn’t right in that house, but you kids never said anything.” He looked at me and said, “Okay, where do you want to go?”
I hadn’t really thought about it.
“I dunno,” I said. “What are my choices?”
“Well,” he said, like a man about to deliver bad news, “you don’t have a lot of choices. Frankly, finding another foster home is going to be tough because of your age. Foster families just don’t want teenagers, John; teenagers are difficult to handle.” He put up his hand and added, “Not you; you’re a good kid, and I admire what you’re doing here.”
He sighed and gazed out the window, and then back at me, and said, “Gosh, I mean, wow. Are you sure you can’t work this out with the Wozniaks?”
My mouth went dry and I felt my face turning red. I pushed the table into his chest. “No, but I can go to the cops with Denny and tell them that they broke my ribs and threw us downstairs and kicked us and you didn’t do anything about it.”
He raised his hand for me to stop. “You never told us anything about that.”
“That’s what you say,” I snapped. “We’ll say the truth.”
He stared into my eyes to see if I meant it. When he decided I did, he smiled a little and said, “I just wanted to make sure you really felt strongly about this, John.”
“I could go live with my father.”
“Your father doesn’t want you,” he answered. “I’m not going to beat around the bush on that one. And your mother isn’t financially able or emotionally capable in any other way to take you in; you know that.”
“That’s not true about my father,” I said, but I knew what he said was true, and my affliction started to make me shake my leg.
“I’ll bring him around,” he said. “You can ask him yourself.”
I thought it through quickly. If he was right, if my father didn’t want me, that was a feather in the Wozniaks’ cap and it might even be a reason for the state to keep me in Ansonia. “Well,” I asked meekly, “where else can I go?”
“They have these places, they’re called group homes,” he said. ‘They’re sort of new, so there aren’t too many of them, and there’s a long list to get in, but I’ll see what I can do.”
Although I didn’t know why he would do it, I sensed that he would drag his feet until I gave up and stayed in Ansonia for another five years, until I was eighteen and could leave on my own.
With my paper route money, I had subscribed to Boys’ Life, a publication from the Boy Scouts, and I noticed the dozens of ads in the back pages for military academies for boys my age.
“How about a military school?” I asked.
“I don’t think there are any in Connecticut,” he said, “and it doesn’t work that way.”
I liked the notion of not living with another family, of not having to go through all of the stress and strain or fitting in again. A school seemed like the perfect fit.
“There are schools for foster kids,” he said, “but I have to tell you, those places aren’t a walk in the park. Mostly inner-city kids. Those are rough places. Let me see what I can do.”
A week later, the social worker called and told Helen that Mount Saint John School in the village of Deep River, in the Connecticut River Valley, had an opening. He would pick me up on Halloween Day and take me to the school to live.
For the remainder of my time in Ansonia, Helen and Walter made me feel that by giving up on them I was weak, some sort of ingrate. But I wasn’t. Nor was I giving up. I was letting go. There is a difference. And letting go doesn’t mean you’re weak. Sometimes it means you’re strong, strong enough to see things as they really are and strong enough to let go of them. And you have to be mentally and morally tough to do that. It also means that you have a set standard for how you will allow the world to treat you. Letting go is part of the process of learning to love yourself.
I had made what I see now as a brave decision, a total commitment to move on with my life. And despite what the Wozniaks said, I didn’t arrive at that decision overnight. It took me several painful months to decide to leave the home I knew, where I had lived for most of my short life. But as young as I was, I knew there was a better life, and that I had to go and find it. I think that the mistakes, the disappointments, defeats, and despairs that I found in Ansonia are tools that God gives to orphans to help us build a new road to new and better lives. I prefer to see those setbacks as a gift from the heavens rather than mere waysides in the human journey through life.
It didn’t seem real that I was leaving my home of almost nine years until the morning I was to go. Helen came into the bedroom with brown paper bags from the grocery store and began packing my clothes into the bags. From the window I saw the social worker standing by the car. He didn’t want to come in. I didn’t blame him.
There was no turning back now, and I was terrified. I was thirteen. Helen and Walter and Denny were the only family I knew, and in a few minutes I would probably never see them again.
I would miss Denny tremendously. The Wozniaks sent him to school that day so he wasn’t around to see me off. Without him, the last shred of a life that could have been was over. I was alone in the world.
As I collected my brown paper bags from the bed that had been mine and walked down the stairs and out to the car, I felt that everything in my world had failed and everyone in my world was a disappointment.
It was a wet, miserable, and cold October morning. The Wozniaks stood on the sidewalk and stared in the general direction of the social worker, who was standing on the other side of the street next to his black sedan. They seemed to be in a trance. I saw Nana and Papa taking it all in from the parlor windows. They had long since stopped talking to me, the ingrate pauper who had sullied their son’s good name. When Papa learned I was leaving he said to me, “Kid, you got the balls of an alley cat.” It was the last thing he ever said to me.
Before crossing the street, I stopped and smiled at Helen and Walter. After being a part of each other’s lives for so long there was so much I wanted to say, but they looked away.
“I’m leaving,” I said.
They nodded. No tears or remembrances, no embraces, not even a handshake. I stared at them in disbelief. They could at least acknowledge that I was standing in front of them, but they didn’t. It hit me then, they weren’t sad; they were angry. In their view, they were the victims.
“Goodbye,” I mumbled, and picked up my bag and walked to the black sedan with the state logo emblazoned on the side doors.
It hurt to go. It really did. It hurt more that I had no one to tell: “This is my home. I want to stay here but I can’t and I’m in pain because of it.” So I left silently.
At the very end, the Wozniaks put on a heartfelt performance. They cried, and the social worker was moved, and as we drove away he turned to me and said in an agitated way, “For Christ’s sakes, kid, at least wave goodbye,” so I did. But I did it only to appease him. He didn’t notice that they never touched me or kissed my cheek or embraced me or wished me the best or told me to stay in touch. Nothing. Helen had often said, “Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.” They would never forgive me for leaving. I guess it’s true that it is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
When the car pulled away and I turned again to look at them they had already gone back into the house. They were disappointed in me, and I in them. I guess nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love.
They were no better than common thieves. They stole our childhood. But even with that, I was heartbroken that I would not know the Wozniaks anymore, the only people who came close to being parents to me. I would be conscious of their absence for the rest of my life. I needed them. You know, if you think about it, we all need each other. But even with all of the evidence against the Wozniaks, I had conflicted emotions about them, then and now. They were the closest I had to a real family and real parents.
But now I was bankrupt of any feelings at all towards them at all.
I felt then, and feel now, a great sense of loss. I felt as if I were burying them. when I never really had them to lose in the first place. Disillusioned is probably a better word. In fact the very definition of disillusionment is a sense of loss for something you never had. When you are disillusioned and disappointed enough times, you stop hoping. That’s what happens to many foster kids. We become loners, not because we enjoy the solitude, but because we let people into our lives and they disappoint us. So we close up and travel alone. Even in a crowd, we’re alone.
Because I survived, I was one of the lucky ones. Why is it so hard to articulate love, yet so easy to express disappointment?
I had a sense that I was traveling down a long twisting path that grew darker with every step I took away from Pond Street, a path with no way back. I’d been in foster care for nine years, and in that time I had been moved six times and now, once again, it was time to take again all the broken stuff in my life, all the failures and disappointments, and weave them into a spiritual parachute. Then, at least, they were good for something.
Sculpture this and Sculpture that
DON'T YOU JUST LOVE POP ART?
DON’T WORRY-BE HAPPY
Want 'sustained happiness'? Get religion, study suggests
By Sarah Pulliam Bailey
The Washington Post
A new study suggests that joining a religious group could do more for someone's "sustained happiness" than other forms of social participation, such as volunteering, playing sports or taking a class.
A study in the American Journal of Epidemiology by researchers at the London School of Economics and Erasmus University Medical Center in the Netherlands found that the secret to sustained happiness lies in participation in religion.
"The church appears to play a very important social role in keeping depression at bay and also as a coping mechanism during periods of illness in later life," Mauricio Avendano, an epidemiologist at LSE and an author of the study, said in a statement. "It is not clear to us how much this is about religion per se, or whether it may be about the sense of belonging and not being socially isolated."
Researchers looked at four areas: 1) volunteering or working with a charity; 2) taking educational courses; 3) participating in religious organizations; 4) participating in a political or community organization. Of the four, participating in a religious organization was the only social activity associated with sustained happiness, researchers found.
The study analyzed 9,000 Europeans who were older than 50. The report that studied older Europeans also found that joining political or community organizations lost their benefits over time. In fact, the short-term benefits from those social connections often lead to depressive symptoms later on, researchers say.
Although healthier people are more likely to volunteer, the researchers found no evidence that volunteering actually leads to better mental health. Benefits could be outweighed by other negative impacts of volunteering, such as stress, Avendano said.
The researchers noted that it is unclear whether the benefits of participating in a religious organization are connected to being in the religious community, or to the faith itself.
GOOD WORDS TO HAVE………………..
Timeless: 1 a: having no beginning or end : eternal b :not restricted to a particular time or date 2 : not affected by time : ageless
"Time is money." "Time is the great physician." "Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations." Everyone seems to know what time is, but what does it mean to be "timeless"—that is, "without time"? Until around the turn of the 20th century, timeless was sometimes used to mean "untimely" or "premature," as in "he met his timeless end." That usage, which dates back to the late 16th century, is now considered archaic, but an equally venerable sense, "eternal" or "having no beginning or end," has proven more enduring. The two remaining senses are somewhat newer. The "not restricted to a particular time or date" meaning dates to the mid-18th century, while the most modern meaning—"ageless"—didn't exist until just before the turn of the 20th century. (By the way, the quotations we started with came from Benjamin Franklin, British statesman Benjamin Disraeli, and American writer Faith Baldwin, respectively.)
HERE'S PLEASANT POEM FOR YOU TO ENJOY................
Soaking Up Sun
Today there is a kind of sunshine old men love,
the kind of day when my grandfather would sit
on the south side of the wooden corncrib where
the sunlight warmed slowly all through the day
like a wood stove. One after another dry leaves
fell. No painful memories came. Everything was
lit by a halo of light. The cornstalks glinted bright
as pieces of glass. From fields and cottonwood
grove came the damp smell of mushrooms, of
things gone back to earth. I sat with my grandfa-
ther then. Sheep came up to us as we sat there,
their oily wool so warm to my fingers, like a strange
and magic snow. My grandfather whittled sweet
smelling apple sticks just to get the scent. His
thumb had a permanent groove in it where the
back of the knife blade rested. He let me listen to
the wind, the wild geese, the soft dialect of sheep,
while his own silence taught me every secret thing
Tom Hennen (born 1942, Morris, Minnesota) is a poet. He grew up on a farm and began work in 1965 as a letterpress and offset printer. Switching careers, he then worked for the Minnesota Department of Natural Resources wildlife section in the 1970s and later as a wildlife technician at the Sand Lake National Wildlife Refuge in South Dakota. He is now retired.
In 1972 he helped found the Minnesota Writers’ Publishing House (MWPH), a publishing cooperative, backed by Robert and Carol Bly, established to highlight Midwestern literature. For many years, Hennen operated the MWPH press in his garage.
Hennen’s poetry has been further honored by the presentation of Bachelor Farmer Lifetime Achievement Award in the Arts.
Hennen belongs to a cohort of Minnesota poets strongly influenced by Robert Bly, Louis Jenkins and Bill Holm (poet). He is a poet of the landscape—in the words of Bly, his poems have an “ability to bring immense amounts of space, often uninhabited space, into his mind and so into the whole poem.” This yearning to describe the feeling of space has led to his extensive use of the prose poem, where he has found room to “move freely within the rectangular tract of the paragraph.”
Hennen’s most recent book, Darkness Sticks to Everything: Collected and New Poems was published in 2013 by Copper Canyon Press. Novelist and poet Jim Harrison introduces the volume, calling Hennen “a genius of the common touch.”
Dana Jennings writes in the New York Times, "It's hard to believe that this American master - and I don't use those words lightly - has been hidden right under our noses for decades."
HERE'S SOME NICE ART FOR YOU TO LOOK AT....ENJOY!
Jan Sluijters 1881 1957 dutch
I LOVE BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS
WHY THE WORLD NEEDS EDITORS.....................
THE ART OF WAR...............................
THE MOB UNDER SURVEILLANCE
ROY DEMEO, THE KILLING MACHINE
THE MOB UNDER SURVEILLANCE
ROY DEMEO, THE KILLING MACHINE
With Philly testa
Photographs I’ve taken
I wrote this bill of rights for foster children several years ago. There many other versions written by other people and almost all of them are worth trying. It's your county. What's happening in foster care in America is being carried out with your money and in your name. You have a right to do something about it.
THE NATIONAL FOSTER CHILDREN’S BILL OF RIGHTS
As a child, a ward of the government and as an American citizen, you are protected by the people of the United States of America, by our laws, by our courts and by our government.
You should be aware that you have specific rights while you are in foster care. Those rights are as follows:
-You have the right to be treated with dignity and respect and to live in dignity and self-respect.
- No one has the right to harm you, to strike you or to commit physical violence upon you. If anyone harms you, strikes you or commits physical violence upon you, you have a right to discuss this abuse with your caseworker, your foster care provider, teachers or police officers. You cannot and will not be punished or harmed further for discussing the abuse with these people.
-You have the right to live in a foster home that is safe, comfortable and healthy.
-You have a right to practice your religion, no matter what that religion might be. You also have a right not to be forced to practice any religion.
-You have the right to attend all court hearings that concern you.
-You have the right to be represented in court by an Attorney. The government will pay the attorney to represent you.
-You have a right to meet with your caseworker at least once a month.
-The information you share with your casework about your placement is confidential. That is, your caseworker is forbidden by law to discuss your conversations beyond people with a need to know.
-You have a right to visit your family. That right cannot not be taken from you and it is illegal to threaten you with taking that right from you.
-You have the right to be placed with a relative as an alternative to foster home care.
-You have a right to live with your siblings, meaning your brothers and sisters.
-You have the right to live in a foster home as opposed to a group home.
-You have a right to participate in any plan for your benefit and future.
-You have the right to be provided with adequate and nourishing food, shelter and clothing.
-You have a right to your own belongings. You have a right to keep any money you have earned or been given.
-You cannot be forced to take medication that has not been prescribed by a doctor and that has the prior approval of your caseworker.
-You have the right to receive confidential phone calls and to have your mail come to you unopened.
-At the proper age, you have the right to participate in an Independent Living Skills Program.
-You have the right to file a complaint about the type of care you are receiving from your caregivers or your caseworker.
-You have the right to prompt medical treatment.
-You have the right to speak to a counselor or therapist if you feel the need.
-You cannot be taken out of foster care without a hearing before the proper authorities.
IRISH-AMERICAN STUFF, BUT, YOU KNOW, ANYBODY CAN READ IT IF THEY WANT
Full Irish breakfast
Is maith an t-anlann an t-ocras" (Hunger is the best sauce)
A typical full Irish breakfast, which can change slightly depending upon the area, can include sausages, black and white pudding, bacon and fried eggs, toast, sautéed, sliced potato, fried tomato and sautéed mushrooms. (Black pudding may not appeal to the American senses. Basically, Black Pudding is a type of sausage made by cooking dried blood with a filler until it is thick enough to congeal when cooled off. White Pudding is essentially the same thing, but without the blood. Rather, it (usually) contains bits of pork meat and fat, or suet or bread or oatmeal, which is then formed into a sausage. Breakfast is usually topped off with tea (served with milk) and fried potato bread.
Ingredients needed for this dish
1 link pork sausage
5-6 slices lean bacon
1 inch of thickly sliced disks of white pudding sausage
1 inch of thickly sliced disks of blood pudding sausage
5 button mushrooms
1 tablespoon of butter
Salt and pepper
Irish brown bread
2 glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice
Irish tea, 1 pot
Heat a frying pan with a little oil. Fry the sausages slowly over a medium heat - keep turning. Add the pudding to the pan and continue to cook. Put sausages and pudding on a plate and keep warm in the oven. Place rashers on frying pan and cook until color has darkened and they crisp - transfer to oven. Add more oil to the frying pan and sauté the mushrooms. Add eggs (Your own preference) and fry in any desired style. Add the salt and pepper to the mushrooms. Serve all Ingredients on a plate with crusty French bread. Add ketchup to taste
“A silent mouth is melodious.” Irish Proverb
Pope Francis Tells Congress to Abolish The Death Penalty
BY ALICE OLLSTEIN SEP 24, 2015 10:06AM
In his first ever visit to the U.S. and first speech ever to Congress, Pope Francis called on the nation’s hundreds of representatives to make the death penalty a thing of the past.
“Every life is sacred, every human person is endowed with an inalienable dignity, and society can only benefit from the rehabilitation of those convicted of crimes,” he said. “Recently my brother bishops here in the United States renewed their call for the abolition of the death penalty. Not only do I support them, but I also offer encouragement to all those who are convinced that a just and necessary punishment must never exclude the dimension of hope and the goal of rehabilitation.”
Pope Francis said his stance on the issue stems from belief in the Golden Rule, continuing: “If we want security, let us give security; if we want life, let us give life; if we want opportunities, let us provide opportunities. The yardstick we use for others will be the yardstick which time will use for us. The Golden Rule also reminds us of our responsibility to protect and defend human life at every stage of its development.”
Sitting in the House chambers listening to the speech were several members of the U.S. Supreme Court, which earlier this year issued an opinion upholding the use of a controversial lethal injection drug used in several drawn out, painful, botched executions. The decision went beyond allowing the continued use of a method some consider torture, but defended the entire concept of the death penalty as immune to legal challenge.
Yet one of the Court’s most devout Catholic members, Justice Antonin Scalia, recently suggested they could soon reconsider. Speaking to students at Rhodes College, Scalia said at least four of his colleagues believe the death penalty to be unconstitutional under the Eighth Amendment, which bans cruel and unusual punishment.
The Holy See’s call for death penalty abolition is also likely to energize the millions of American church-goers who agree with him, and who have been pushing across the country for a more humane criminal justice system. Faith-based activism, particularly from Catholics, played a major role in Nebraska passing a bill to end the death penalty earlier this year.
WE NEED PAID FAMILY LEAVE FOR AMERICANS
A Toxic Work World
By ANNE-MARIE SLAUGHTERSEPT. 18, 2015
FOR many Americans, life has become all competition all the time. Workers across the socioeconomic spectrum, from hotel housekeepers to surgeons, have stories about toiling 12- to 16-hour days (often without overtime pay) and experiencing anxiety attacks and exhaustion. Public health experts have begun talking about stress as an epidemic.
The people who can compete and succeed in this culture are an ever-narrower slice of American society: largely young people who are healthy, and wealthy enough not to have to care for family members. An individual company can of course favor these individuals, as health insurers once did, and then pass them off to other businesses when they become parents or need to tend to their own parents. But this model of winning at all costs reinforces a distinctive American pathology of not making room for caregiving. The result: We hemorrhage talent and hollow out our society.
To begin with, we are losing women. America has unlocked the talent of its women in a way that few nations can match; girls are outpacing boys in high schools, universities and graduate schools and are now entering the work force at higher salaries. But the ranks of those women still thin significantly as they rise toward the top, from more than 50 percent at entry level to 10 to 20 percent in senior management. Far too many discover that what was once a manageable and enjoyable work-family balance can no longer be sustained — regardless of ambition, confidence or even a partner who shares tasks equally.
Every family’s situation is different; some women may be able to handle with ease conditions that don’t work for others. But many women who started out with all the ambition in the world find themselves in a place they never expected to be. They do not choose to leave their jobs; they are shut out by the refusal of their bosses to make it possible for them to fit their family life and their work life together. In her book “Opting Out? Why Women Really Quit Careers and Head Home,” the sociologist Pamela Stone calls this a “forced choice.” “Denial of requests to work part time, layoffs or relocations,” she writes, will push even the most ambitious woman out of the work force.
A young lawyer I know from Virginia was offered a general counsel position, which she determined she could take but only if she could work from home one day a week to be with her two children. Her employer refused. Still another woman wrote to me about her aspiration to an executive-level position and the predicament of doing so with a 2-year-old at home: “The dilemma is in no way the result of having a toddler: After all, executive men seem to enjoy increased promotions with every additional offspring. It is the way work continues to be circumscribed as something that happens ‘in an office,’ and/or ‘between 8–6’ that causes such conflict. I haven’t yet been presented with a shred of reasonable justification for insisting my job requires me to be sitting in this fixed, 15 sq foot room, 20 miles from my home.”
The problem is even more acute for the 42 million women in America on the brink of poverty. Not showing up for work because a child has an ear infection, schools close for a snow day, or an elderly parent must go to the doctor puts their jobs at risk, and losing their jobs means that they can no longer care properly for their children — some 28 million — and other relatives who depend on them. They are often suffering not only from too little flexibility but also too much, as many low-wage service jobs no longer have a guaranteed number of hours a week.
This looks like a “women’s problem,” but it’s not. It’s a work problem — the problem of an antiquated and broken system. When law firms and corporations lose talented women who reject lock-step career paths and question promotion systems that elevate quantity of hours worked over quality of the work itself, the problem is not with thewomen. When an abundance of overly rigid workplaces causes 42 million American citizens to live day to day in fear that just one single setback will prevent them from being able to care for their children, it’s not their problem, but ours.
THE problem is with the workplace, or more precisely, with a workplace designed for the “Mad Men” era, for “Leave It to Beaver” families in which one partner does all the work of earning an income and the other partner does all the work of turning that income into care — the care that is indispensable for our children, our sick and disabled, our elderly. Our families and our responsibilities don’t look like that anymore, but our workplaces do not fit the realities of our lives.
Irene Padavic, a Florida State sociologist, Robin J. Ely, a Harvard Business School professor, and Erin Reid from Boston University’s Questrom School of Business were asked to conduct a detailed studyof a midsize global consulting firm where top management thought they had a “gender problem.” The firm had a paucity of women at the highest levels — just 10 percent of partners were women, compared with nearly 40 percent of junior associates.
After careful study, Professors Padavic, Ely and Reid found that an equal number of men and women had left the firm in the preceding three years, a simple fact that contradicted management’s women, work and family story. Some of the men also left because of the long hours; others “suffered in silence or otherwise made do.” The firm’s key human resources problem was not gender, as management believed, but rather a culture of overwork.
The firm’s leadership resisted these findings. They didn’t want to be told that they needed to overhaul their entire organizational philosophy or that they were overpromising to clients and overdelivering (for example, making hundred-slide PowerPoint presentations that the client couldn’t even use). They wanted to be told that the firm’s problem was work-family conflict for women, a narrative that would allow them to adopt a set of policies specifically aimed at helping women work part time, or be mentored, or join support networks. As Professors Padavic, Ely and Reid wryly concluded, their attitude “required a rejection of evidence on the part of evidence-driven analysts.”
Bad work culture is everyone’s problem, for men just as much as for women. It’s a problem for working parents, not just working mothers. For working children who need time to take care of their own parents, not just working daughters. For anyone who does not have the luxury of a full-time lead parent or caregiver at home.
But there’s good news. Men are also beginning to ask for and take paternity leave and to take lead parent roles. According to a continuing study by the Families and Work Institute, only a third of employed millennial men think that couples should take on traditional gender roles. Some tech companies warring for talent are also beginning to compete by offering longer paternity leaves, which will hardly affect the average American workplace, but is a sign of changing cultural attitudes.
EVEN if men and women join forces to demand changes in the workplace, though, we cannot do this alone, as individuals trying to make our lives work and as workers and bosses trying to make room for care. Some other company can always keep prices down by demanding more, burning out its employees and casting them aside when they are done. To be fully competitive as a country, we are going to have to emulate other industrialized countries and build an infrastructure of care. We used to have one; it was called women at home. But with 57 percent of those women in the labor force, that infrastructure has crumbled and it’s not coming back.
To support care just as we support competition, we will need some combination of the following: high-quality and affordable child care and elder care; paid family and medical leave for women and men; a right to request part-time or flexible work; investment in early education comparable to our investment in elementary and secondary education; comprehensive job protection for pregnant workers; higher wages and training for paid caregivers; community support structures to allow elders to live at home longer; and reform of elementary and secondary school schedules to meet the needs of a digital rather than an agricultural economy.
These proposals are not so far-fetched as they may seem. President Obama put forward proposals to expand access to affordable, high-quality child care in his 2016 budget. Hillary Rodham Clinton has made providing a foundation for working families, including child care, one of the central aspects of her campaign. One of the few states that offers paid family leave (workers pay the cost out of a small increase in their payroll tax) is New Jersey, under the Republican governor Chris Christie.
Republican senators have sponsored a bill that would allow employers to offer employees paid leave hours instead of overtime pay; some polls show that a majority of women who vote Republican support paid family leave. Senator Kelly Ayotte, Republican of New Hampshire, is co-leader of a bipartisan caucus across both the Senate and the House devoted to assisting family caregivers. She follows in the footsteps of former Senator Kay Bailey Hutchison, Republican of Texas, who successfully sponsored legislation to allow homemakers to contribute to retirement accounts the same way that salaried workers can. And as the baby boom becomes an elder boom, we can expect a whole new constituency for care, on both sides of the aisle.
Change in our individual workplaces and in our broader politics also depends on culture change: fundamental shifts in the way we think, talk and confer prestige. If we really valued care, we would not regard time out for caregiving — for your children, parents, spouse, sibling or any other member of your extended or constructed family — as a black hole on a résumé. We would see it as engaging in a socially, personally and professionally valuable activity. We would see men who lean out for care as role models just as much as women who lean in for work. We would think managing kids matters as much as managing money.
Impossible, right? Yet I grew up in a society where my mother set out little vases of cigarettes on the table at dinner parties, where blacks and whites had to use different bathrooms, and in which almost everyone claimed to be heterosexual. That seems a lifetime ago, but I’m not so old. Our world has changed over the past 50 years, vastly for the better from the point of view of African-Americans, the L.G.B.T. community and families who lost loved ones to lung cancer. Given the magnitude of that change, think about how much we can still do.
We can, all of us, stand up for care. Until we do, men and women will never be equal; not while both are responsible for providing cash but only women are responsible for providing care. And though individual Americans might win out in our current system, America as a whole will never be as competitive as it ought to be. If we do not act, over time our families and communities, the foundation of our flourishing, will wither.
The women’s movement has brought many of us the right to compete on equal terms; it’s time for all of us to claim an equal right to care.
Anne-Marie Slaughter is the president of New America, a think tank and civic enterprise, and author of the forthcoming “Unfinished Business: Women Men Work Family,” from which this essay is adapted.
Why Paid Leave Matters for the Future of Business
At this time of year, as students return to campus, I always find myself reflecting on why I became a professor and the principles I’m about to teach the business leaders of tomorrow. But this year has been especially exciting, as employers have increasingly announced family-friendly policy changes — and as President Obama has just taken a historic step to increase access to paid sick leave for government employees, while also calling for an unprecedented U.S. national paid leave law.
I am now even more confident that the U.S. is in the midst of revolutionary change in how we think about what defines a successful business and a successful life. Companies and lawmakers are beginning to realize what many of us have long known – that what is good for workers and their families is good for business and our economy, and that improvement at the national level is long overdue.
This is why I am proud that more than 200 of my esteemed colleagues from business and management schools across the country are joining me this week in urging Congress to recognize the widespread benefits of ensuring all workers have access to paid family and medical leave. For the sake of the future business leaders we teach and the workforces they will direct, in this letter we call for passage of the Family And Medical Insurance Leave (FAMILY) Act.
The FAMILY Act would allow workers to earn a portion of their pay while they take up to 12 weeks of leave to deal with a serious health condition, including pregnancy or childbirth, or to care for a child, parent, or partner who has one. Leave could also be taken for the adoption of a child or for certain military caregiving needs. It would be paid for through small contributions from employers and employees.
Right now, millions of workers are forced to choose between job and family when serious illnesses or injuries arise. Just 13% of workers have access to paid family leave through their employers, and fewer than 40% have access to employer-provided personal medical leave. Data, within and across firms, show that employees’ access to leave varies widely by industry, by job, by wage, and skill level.
That’s a recipe for an economy that leaves too many people behind and undermines sound business practices. The effects ripple throughout our communities. Businesses suffer when employees have low morale and reduced productivity due to changes at home, such as having a baby or a sick loved one to care for. And I see the impact in the classroom, when students express concern that workplace challenges will thwart their family and career ambitions. In a longitudinal study of Wharton’s graduating classes of 1992 and 2012, we found the percentage of those planning to have or adopt children fell from 79 to 42% over two decades. This baby bust was driven in part by fears of not having sufficient support to make life as a parent work.
In states, such as California, Connecticut, and New Jersey, where paid leave policies have already been implemented, we have ample evidence that they make good business sense while providing workers with the support they need to manage work and family. Paid leave reduces turnover and increases employee loyalty, which results in cost savings for businesses. It also enables employees to devote more time and attention to their home lives, which gives them a greater sense of control and increases efficiency, engagement and productivity.
Fortunately, some leading businesses recognize these benefits. Most recently, tech companies like Microsoft and Adobe have expanded their leave policies in an effort to attract and retain top talent, and the experiences of companies like Google and Ernst & Young have shown that this works. Unfortunately, we cannot count on all businesses in all industries to be able (or willing) to make similar changes. That is why federal legislation is critical.
The FAMILY Act would create a national paid-leave-policy floor for all businesses, no matter their profit margin. It employs a familiar, tested insurance pool framework and spreads the cost of leave in a way that is affordable and responsible. Data from other countries and states that have adopted similar programs, along with research many colleagues and I have conducted, demonstrate that it is a sound and smart approach.
Those who have signed our letter in support of this legislation include some of the most distinguished business faculty from nearly 90 schools, including the country’s most prestigious institutions. We hope that this adds to the tremendous momentum in support of paid leave, and to the efforts of advocacy groups like the National Partnership for Women & Families, which is leading the charge for the FAMILY Act. In this moment of opportunity, the nation must adopt a policy that is built for the populations, workforces, and businesses of today and tomorrow.
Stewart D. Friedman is the Practice Professor of Management at the Wharton School. The former head of Ford Motor’s Leadership Development Center, he is the author of Leading the Life You Want: Skills for Integrating Work and Life, Baby Bust: New Choices for Men and Women in Work and Family, and Total Leadership: Be a Better Leader, Have a Richer Life. For more, visit www.totalleadership.org, find him on Twitter @StewFriedman, or onLinkedIn.
IF INDUSTRY WON’T ACT RESPONSIBLE, THEN IMPOSE A SUGAR TAX
Chicago pushes for sugar tax to curb sweet tooth, raise cash
by Colin Sallee
With a laundry list of concerns on the intake of sugary drinks as well as a shortage in revenue, Chicago has begun an effort to severely tax these products.
While there is a three percent tax on sugary beverages in Cook County, the new city tax, proposed by Ald. George Cardenas (12th Ward), would be a bit heavier handed.
The proposed increase is about a penny per ounce, or just about a 17 percent total tax on drinks with 10 grams or more of added artificial sugar. Only 12 oz. drinks would qualify. Drinks with artificially added sugar have been flagged as a major American health issue, leading to countless diseases such as diabetes, coronary infections, obesity and overall poor health.
“We’re trying to make the healthy choice the default choice,” said Karen Larimer, DePaul professor and soon-to-be the President of the American Heart Association’s Chicago branch.
“We’re not saying get rid of them, people can still drink their charged-up drinks if they chose. But based on what we know they do to the human body, we believe they’ve earned a little bit of tax.”
Larimer, a Vanderbilt graduate and a professor of Health Promotions for Families and Communities gave her testimony last week during a committee meeting with City Council that gave this tax traction.
She cited the education of the city’s youth as the motivation she needed to get behind the tax. Informing them of the harms of these drinks, and finding ways to provide alternatives. Creating better habits, and giving young people the means to make conscious health decisions.
According to the Center of Disease Control, about 70 percent of college students drink a sugar sweetened beverage every day.
“I drink 4 to 5 Sprites a week,” sophomore David Key, who lives in Lincoln Park said. “I’ve got a 12-pack at home actually. I like to think I’m a pretty fit guy, and I know there’s a ton of garbage in these things. It’s just my go to drink.”
When asked if he’ll spend an extra few bucks for that same 12 pack of Sprite if the tax was implemented, Key gave it some thought. That 12 pack of Sprite would increase more than $2 with this tax, turning that $6 12 pack in an $8 one.
“I’m not so sure, I may be too far gone, but who knows. I feel like people unconsciously pay more for certain things just because they don’t see whatever tax is on it, you know how it is, man. Everything is taxed.”
A unique factor to the sugar sweetened tax is that it will be displayed on each product that is taxed. The retail number will be visible, and if the beverage exceeds the artificially sweetened limit (which is typically an excess amount of high fructose corn syrup) the tax will be applied and the actual price will be on the product for consumers to read. The mental impact of seeing the price go up that much is what those behind the tax are hoping for. Making logical, financial based decisions simply based on what price they see will more than likely be the difference for many college students who may already be strapped for cash.
Mainstream media has tabbed the bill as lousy, and don’t think it has much chance. The Chicago Tribune headline following the council meeting read, “Chicago soda tax fizzles out at City Hall.”
Some students believe the contrary.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if this tax picks up some real support,” business major and DePaul junior Sarah Walden said.
“This area is already so good when it comes forward thinking and public health. (E-cigarettes) are being banned in plenty of places, tobacco is so expensive, and you can’t buy cigarettes anywhere inside a public building. These road blocks in convenience have had an impact.”
In 2008, 21 percent of adults smoked cigarettes in Illinois. Since then, a series of taxes have seen the price spike to what it is now, roughly $13 a pack in Cook County. Over that span, the number of adults who smoke has dropped almost six percent, according to the Tobacco Burden study performed by the Illinois Department of Public Health.
These kind of results are what the American Heart Association, and millions of other health advocates, want to see with the sugar sweetened beverage tax.
“It really is about exposing the younger generations to what are currently the alternatives,” Dr. Larimer emphasized. “DePaul is an extremely conscious University. It won’t happen overnight, but the tide will begin to shift if it hasn’t started already.”
Excerpt from my book “On the Waterfront: The Making of a Great American Film”
“By whatever means it is accomplished, the prime business of a play, a story, is to arouse the passions of its audience so that by the route of passion may be opened up new relationships between a man and men, and between men and Man. Drama is akin to the other inventions of man in that it ought to help us to know more, and not merely to spend our feelings.” Arthur Miller
He was a causality of his time and a victim by his own design and it all happened in less than 48 minutes. It also happened at the worst possible time. It always does. Elia Kazan, an artist who had always sought greatness and approval, was riding higher than he had ever dreamed he could. His screen production of "A Streetcar Named Desire" and his Broadway presentation of "All My Sons" and "Death of a Salesman" had earned him a fortune, given him his much sought after fame and made him a living show business legend.
Then it all collapsed around him. He named names before the House Committee on Un-American Activities, effectively telling the committee what it already knew; the names of writers, director, producers in Hollywood who were members of the Communist Party or who had expressed sympathy with the Communist view.
Until the day he died, he claimed that this one small act, in a long and glorious career, had brought him peace of mind but the truth is, that 48 minutes before an ancient government microphone in a dimly lit room, would torment him for the rest of his days. Kazan would remain a man haunted by the ghosts and conflicts of his past that were as real as they imagined, a man who used those images to create his greatest work, On The Waterfront, a masterpiece film based in an iconoclastic political essay whose artistic message is still being heard, still being debated, still evoking emotions and passions.
Elia Kazan was born Elia (pronounced Ee-lee-yah) Kazanjoglous on September 7, 1909, in Constantinople, one of four sons of George Kazanjoglous and Athena Sismanoglou, both Anatolian Greeks whose roots reached back for centuries to the village of Kayseri in rural Turkey. In 1913, when Elia was four years old, the family immigrated to the US and settled in New York City, where his father became a rug merchant working under his older brother who had already Americanized himself from Avraam-Elia Kazanjioglou to A.E. Kazan, otherwise known simply as Joe Kazan.
Together the brothers eventually founded the prestigious George Kazan Inc. Oriental Rugs & Carpets, the preeminent provider of imported carpets to New York’s wealthy set. During the summers, Elia worked in the store, rolling out carpets for customers and other menial tasks. Otherwise, he attended local public schools in New York City and later in suburban New Rochelle, N.Y., without distinction.
Elia grew to fear his, father, a base character with a brutal side who nicknamed his shy and intelligent son “Mister. Good for nothing.”1 Despite his constant badgering of his son, the father expected that after high school, Elia would enter the family’s continually prosperous carpet business. When his wife told him husband that their son had decided to attend Williams College in Massachusetts, a decision the father had not been a part of,
his response was to punch her in the mouth, knocking her to the floor. It was moments like that and his endless sarcasm that scalded his son like acid.
After Elia graduated from college and told his father that he was entering the Yale Drama School to study acting, his father’s response was 'Didn't you look in the mirror?’ 2 All of the child’s moral support came from his mother who encouraged her son’s creative side with or without her husband’s approval. Elia would willfully carry those resentments and memories with him for the rest of his life, setting the stage in his mind’s eye forever.
A demanding and oppressive father and a troubled son would make appearances in several of his films, including Waterfront, where Johnny Friendly is the protagonist’s brutal and manipulative father by proxy. Conversely, each of his films would present an understanding and encouraging female tossed into the roughhewn shadow of a crude and remorseless man or surroundings.
HERE IS AN EXCEPT FROM MY BOOK "THE BOOK OF AMERICAN-JEWISH GANGSTERS"
(Max Zellner is a pen name, it was my grandfather's born name. During World War 1 he changed it to the less German sounding Paul Selner)
Dalitz, Morris Barney: Casino owner. AKA Moe. Born December 24, 1899 Boston, Massachusetts. Raised in Michigan. Died August. 31, 1989. The son of Barney Dalitz a gambler and prosperous industrial laundry business operator in Ann Arbor, Dalitz used his family trucks to bring thousands of cases of whisky across the Canadian border and into the US. His gang, at first it was actually more of collection of vaguely competent young men hoping to pass as gangsters, was called the Mayfield Road Boys. Mayfield Road being the point where Cleveland ended at the shores of Lake Erie. The gang operated between Cleveland, Detroit, and Ann Arbor. It was during this time that Dalitz met a very young Jimmy Hoffa, also from Michigan. Hoffa had tried (but failed) to unionize Dalitz’s laundry drivers
He served in the US Army in World War 2, achieving the rank of Captain. Pressure from the Kefauver hearings and requests by the Mafia moved Dalitz to Las Vegas, although he had been operating there, as a consultant of sorts, to the Mafia, since the 1940s. The move was simply a formality.
He took over construction of the troubled Desert Inn Casino from builder Wilbur Clark who had run out money. Dalitz with his partners, the ethically challenged Sam Tucker and Morris Kleinman, Dalitz opened the hotel in 1950. In 1954, he took over the Stardust Hotel after the questionable sudden death of its builder, LA gangster Tony Cornero
Unlike virtually everyone around him, muscle and violence were not the way Dalitz handled problems. Crime writer Hank Messick said "The reaction of Dalitz to a threat was typical of the man and of his methods. Even in those pioneering days of rum running across Lake Erie, Dalitz and his associates used others to do the dirty work. Caution, not fear, was the basis of their method of operation. Even as young men, they understood the value of insulation, of remaining apart from physical violence. A fellow with brains and cash could always find a man with muscle to man the 'rummies,' as the boats carrying illicit booze were known. If necessary, they could also do a little killing."
That attitude “Think first, shoot later” permeated across Las Vegas where, by general agreement of the mobs, violence could happen, but it was rare. Yet it was Dalitz, in his capacity as advisor to the National Mafia Commission on all things Las Vegas, who pushed for Bugsy Siegel’s death. According to Chicago’s capo, Murray Humphreys, who had hired Dalitz to consult on Vegas, Dalitz advocated Siegel’s murder because Bugsy would never stand for being pushed out of Nevada. He would simply come back looking for a war.
His wealth was estimated to be in the area of $100 million and most of that was made through shrewd real estate investment deal in California and investments in the television entertainment industry.
Despite his millions, or maybe because of his millions, Dalitz could be seen around Vegas driving a yellow Volkswagen Beatle and wearing clothes that most suspected were purchased at low-end retail outlets. He was expressly proud of his Jewish background and contributed liberally to Jewish causes (He also gave millions to the University of Nevada, Las Vegas)
Dalitz continued to be a major power in Las Vegas and Nevada well after he retired. He died of natural causes, rare for an originator of the Las Vegas dream and is one of the few legendary figures of organized crime of whom it can be correctly written was never convicted of a major crime.
Drapkin, Sam: Born 1909 Died August 11 1965. Drapkin was a member of the Purple gang who survived nine gunshot wounds from a machine gun attacked in July of 1927. In February of 1932, he not only survived another gunshot wound, he also survived a one-way-ride by his competitors.
Excerpt from my book "When Capone’s Mob Murdered Touhy.”
"It was a war, chiefly, between the Irish and the Italians. I'm Irish and I'd come into my office in the morning after another shoot-out and I would say to my co-worker, who was Italian, 'Well that's one to my side' and the next day he would come and say 'well, it's leveled Jim, we chalked one up on our side last night.' It was awful really, they were all such young men."-James Doherty, crime reporter for the Chicago Tribune
By 1930, Roger Touhy and Matt Kolb were millionaires. Their small, but profitable beer and gambling empire stretched from midtown Chicago to as far north as St. Paul, Minnesota. They owned dozens of speakeasies, roadside casinos, handbook parlors, three large breweries, and an enormous fleet of trucks. Roger saw repeal approaching and invested his earnings in a dry cleaning business with Kolb's brother, commercial real estate, a well digging company and a winter place for himself in Florida. Unlike Matt Kolb or even his own brothers, Roger intended to be completely legitimate by 1933. Then he and Clara and their boys would sell everything and move west to Colorado, although Clara was holding out for Florida.
However, if Touhy was ready for prohibition to end, the mob wasn't. The depression hurt more and more of the mob's traditional enterprises like prostitution and gambling. A1 Capone decided to take over Chicago's labor racket business and gain control of the Teamsters International strike fund, worth an estimated $150,000,000 with another $10,000,000 a year flowing into its coffers from membership dues.
Leading Capone's assault was George "Red" Barker, a west side Irishman and former bookkeeper. Working under Barker as his assistant was the up and coming Murray Humpreys, a Welshman who had strong-armed his way into at least twenty-six Teamster locals by then. When the decade of the 1930s opened, George Red Barker was, as one Chicago cop put it, "riding on top of the world." Barker all but controlled the Chicago Teamsters and was reported to be earning $200,000 a year as a result.
Before he took to a life of crime, Barker had been an honest bookkeeper. He was literate, devouring every union newsletter and newspaper he could find from anywhere in the country, and paid for information on locals as well. Barker would get a copy of the financials and study them. If the union had potential, Barker recommended the takeover to Ralph Capone and Frank Nitti who talked it over with A1 Capone. If Capone agreed-and he almost always did-Barker and his boys would go after the union.
In early 1931, Capone urged Barker to go after the coal teamsters.
Barker approached James "Lefty" Lynch, a semi- honest thug who owned the Coal Teamsters Local 704, which delivered fuel to the entire downtown district where every office building depended upon the local for fuel to warm its buildings against the brutal Chicago winters. Barker told Lynch that Capone expected him to turn over half of the control of his union as well as his seat on the prestigious and important Joint Teamsters Council. In exchange, Barker offered Lynch protection. On the up side, Barker told Lynch, Capone intended to double the union's membership and as a result Lynch's income would double as well.
Lynch sat through Barker's speech and then threw him out of his office. It was his union and he wasn't going to give it up to Capone or anyone else.
Later in the month, Lynch went to his summer home on Brown Lake outside Burlington, Wisconsin. His family was preparing a barbecue and the members were seated around a long picnic table when Danny Stanton and Klondike O'Donnell, two of the meanest Capone hoods in Chicago, drove into the yard. They climbed out of the car slowly. They were in no hurry. There were no cops or witnesses around for miles. They were armed with shotguns, pistols and rifles. Stanton walked over to Lynch and said, 'The Big Fellow back in Chicago sends this message: you just retired from Local 704. From this moment on, you stay away from the union hall. You stay away from the office. You stay away from the Joint Council. You understand?"
Lynch nodded his head and Klondike added, 'Well just so's you don't forget what was said...." and pulled out his pistol and shot Lynch through both of his legs while his wife and children looked on in horror. Lynch fell to the ground, groaning in agony. Stanton bent over Lynch to make sure he was alive and said 'You got balls; I'll give you that." He stood up and turned to Lynch's daughter and said "get him to a doctor and he'll be alright."
At the next meeting of the Joint Council, Red Barker and Murray Humpreys appeared at the door with a dozen heavily armed Capone men.
Barker, carrying a baseball bat, stood in the center of the room and asked "Which one is Lefty Lynch's chair?" Somebody pointed to a large leather chair in the middle of the room and Barker sat there. He looked around the room and announced that he was now running the Coal Teamsters Chauffeurs and Helpers Union Local 704 and that everything would remain just the way Lynch had left it. The only difference was that the entire treasury was turned over to Capone except for $1,000 which was left to cover administrative payrolls.
After that, Barker went to the fuel dealers in the district and informed them that they were only hiring union members and that they were giving all of their drivers a massive pay raise or else Capone would see to it that not a lump of coal was delivered downtown.
The dealers had no choice but to agree and passed the cost along to the real estate developers who consequently raised the price of office space in the area. Capone kept Lynch on the payroll to avoid a revolt in the ranks. However, Lynch never appeared at another union function.
As a reward, Capone gave Barker control over the ushers' union with orders to exploit it to its full potential. Barker sent word to every theater owner in the city that they were to use his ushers for every political and sporting event, indoor or outdoor. He
said they would have to pay for "crowd control," a service only his union could provide, at a rate of $10 per usher.
Movie theaters avoided the hike by paying off Barker in cash. Five dollars per usher was less expensive for them. Within weeks Barker was being paid off by every strip show, opera, ballet, symphony, prize fight and ball game held in the city. He was collecting a fortune until one prize fight promoter named Walter George decided to hold out.
Barker waited until the promoter had sold out the entire Coliseum on South Wabash Avenue for a major prize fight. Then, just before the fight was to begin, a half dozen cabs pulled up to the coliseum and let out building inspectors, fire marshals, electrical inspectors, plumbing inspectors and health inspectors, all led by Red Barker. Within minutes after entering the building the inspectors declared that the water was unhealthy to drink and ordered it turned off. The hot dog, beer and soda concessions were shut down by the fire marshal and the electrical inspector said the wiring was faulty and ordered the stadium lights shut off. During the delay, the crowd became violent. George turned to Barker and said "All right, how much you bastard?"
Barker answered that his price was up to $20 per usher and that the minimum number of ushers needed for the night was 120. Barker was paid and the fight went on.
Roger Touhy and Matt Kolb had their own plans for Chicago's labor unions. Prohibition, gambling and the ability to avoid big political payoffs and long drawn out beer wars had made them rich. By 1932, they had the money, and the firepower to take over the entire Chicago Teamsters organization without having to split any of it with Capone.
Unlike Capone, they didn't need to terrorize their way into each local union before reaching the Teamsters International office. They had a direct and trusted contact in the International office with Edward Chicken McFadden, an old time labor terrorist with deep contacts into the Teamsters International leadership.
McFadden picked up the name Chicken when he organized a shakedown operation known as the Kosher Chicken Pluckers Union. He had an arrest record dating back to 1901 that included intent to rob, police impersonation and labor slugging. He had been a business partner with a labor mobster named "Big Tim" Lynch, controlling the Chauffeurs and Teamsters Union together, until Capone had Lynch killed. Capone took over the union and chased McFadden and his contacts into the waiting arms of Roger and Tommy Touhy. In early 1932, when Capone started his major push against the unions, it was McFadden who set up a meeting between the Touhys and Patty Burrell, the Teamsters International Vice President. Burrell called a meeting of all the locals threatened by the syndicate and gave them a choice; they could stand alone against Capone and lose their unions and probably their lives, or they could band together and move their operations into Touhy's camp.
Most of the bosses already knew Roger and decided he was the lesser of the two evils. They pitched into a $75,000 protection fund that was handed over to Tommy Touhy. In exchange, the union bosses were allowed to keep their locals, and the treasuries that came with them, and live under the Touhys' protection.
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Chicago’s Mob Bosses
Chicago Gang Land: It Happened Here
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The Mob Across America
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Bugsy& His Flamingo: The Testimony of Virginia Hill
After Valachi. Hearings before the US Senate on Organized Crime
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The Porchless Pumpkin: A Halloween Story for Children
A Halloween play for young children. By consent of the author, this play may be performed, at no charge, by educational institutions, neighborhood organizations and other not-for-profit-organizations.
A fun story with a moral
“I believe that Denny O'Day is an American treasure and this little book proves it. Jack is a pumpkin who happens to be very small, by pumpkins standards and as a result he goes unbought in the pumpkin patch on Halloween eve, but at the last moment he is given his chance to prove that just because you're small doesn't mean you can't be brave. Here is the point that I found so wonderful, the book stresses that while size doesn't matter when it comes to courage...ITS OKAY TO BE SCARED....as well. I think children need to hear that, that's its okay to be unsure because life is a ongoing lesson isn't it?”
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It's Not All Right to be a Foster Kid....no matter what they tell you: Tweet the books contents
Paperback 94 pages
From the Author
I spent my childhood, from age seven through seventeen, in foster care. Over the course of those ten years, many decent, well-meaning, and concerned people told me, "It's okay to be foster kid."
In saying that, those very good people meant to encourage me, and I appreciated their kindness then, and all these many decades later, I still appreciate their good intentions. But as I was tossed around the foster care system, it began to dawn on me that they were wrong. It was not all right to be a foster kid.
During my time in the system, I was bounced every eighteen months from three foster homes to an orphanage to a boy's school and to a group home before I left on my own accord at age seventeen.
In the course of my stay in foster care, I was severely beaten in two homes by my "care givers" and separated from my four siblings who were also in care, sometimes only blocks away from where I was living.
I left the system rather than to wait to age out, although the effects of leaving the system without any family, means, or safety net of any kind, were the same as if I had aged out. I lived in poverty for the first part of my life, dropped out of high school, and had continuous problems with the law.
Today, almost nothing about foster care has changed. Exactly what happened to me is happening to some other child, somewhere in America, right now. The system, corrupt, bloated, and inefficient, goes on, unchanging and secretive.
Something has gone wrong in a system that was originally a compassionate social policy built to improve lives but is now a definitive cause in ruining lives. Due to gross negligence, mismanagement, apathy, and greed, mostly what the foster care system builds are dangerous consequences. Truly, foster care has become our epic national disgrace and a nightmare for those of us who have lived through it.
Yet there is a suspicion among some Americans that foster care costs too much, undermines the work ethic, and is at odds with a satisfying life. Others see foster care as a part of the welfare system, as legal plunder of the public treasuries.
None of that is true; in fact, all that sort of thinking does is to blame the victims. There is not a single child in the system who wants to be there or asked to be there. Foster kids are in foster care because they had nowhere else to go. It's that simple. And believe me, if those kids could get out of the system and be reunited with their parents and lead normal, healthy lives, they would. And if foster care is a sort of legal plunder of the public treasuries, it's not the kids in the system who are doing the plundering.
We need to end this needless suffering. We need to end it because it is morally and ethically wrong and because the generations to come will not judge us on the might of our armed forces or our technological advancements or on our fabulous wealth.
Rather, they will judge us, I am certain, on our compassion for those who are friendless, on our decency to those who have nothing and on our efforts, successful or not, to make our nation and our world a better place. And if we cannot accomplish those things in the short time allotted to us, then let them say of us "at least they tried."
You can change the tragedy of foster care and here's how to do it. We have created this book so that almost all of it can be tweeted out by you to the world. You have the power to improve the lives of those in our society who are least able to defend themselves. All you need is the will to do it.
If the American people, as good, decent and generous as they are, knew what was going on in foster care, in their name and with their money, they would stop it. But, generally speaking, although the public has a vague notion that foster care is a mess, they don't have the complete picture. They are not aware of the human, economic and social cost that the mismanagement of the foster care system puts on our nation.
By tweeting the facts laid out in this work, you can help to change all of that. You can make a difference. You can change things for the better.
We can always change the future for a foster kid; to make it better ...you have the power to do that. Speak up (or tweet out) because it's your country. Don't depend on the "The other guy" to speak up for these kids, because you are the other guy.
We cannot build a future for foster children, but we can build foster children for the future and the time to start that change is today.
No time to say Goodbye: Memoirs of a life in foster
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The Wee Book of Irish Jokes
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Early Street Gangs and Gangsters of New York City
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The Mob across America
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By John William Tuohy
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By John William Tuohy
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Kahlil Gibran, an artist, poet, and writer was born on January 6, 1883 n the north of modern-day Lebanon and in what was then part of Ottoman Empire. He had no formal schooling in Lebanon. In 1895, the family immigrated to the United States when Kahlil was a young man and settled in South Boston. Gibran enrolled in an art school and was soon a member of the avant-garde community and became especially close to Boston artist, photographer, and publisher Fred Holland Day who encouraged and supported Gibran’s creative projects. An accomplished artist in drawing and watercolor, Kahlil attended art school in Paris from 1908 to 1910, pursuing a symbolist and romantic style. He held his first art exhibition of his drawings in 1904 in Boston, at Day's studio. It was at this exhibition, that Gibran met Mary Elizabeth Haskell, who ten years his senior. The two formed an important friendship and love affair that lasted the rest of Gibran’s short life. Haskell influenced every aspect of Gibran’s personal life and career. She became his editor when he began to write and ushered his first book into publication in 1918, The Madman, a slim volume of aphorisms and parables written in biblical cadence somewhere between poetry and prose. Gibran died in New York City on April 10, 1931, at the age of 48 from cirrhosis of the liver and tuberculosis.
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