I attended the Restaurant and Hotel Workers Union local 6's meeting in which members authorized their leaders to call a strike, should demands be denied. They arrived at the meeting, raising the steeple with noise makers made from detergent jugs full of rocks. After a rousing speech, the members voted to authorize a strike if demands, including amnesty for students who supported the workers, are not met.

Local 26'ers left the church and entered Harvard Yard for a rally including students, staff, faculty and others in large numbers.

It's True! I was once a Harvard sub sub sub-Contract wicked-part time non-Employee Jr-ette (2nd class). Does this mean I have to shut up, or fake an unbiased view? How 'bout I tell it like it was in 1980...

Here's the story

 I was barely paid to use to intimidate suspected make-up clepto's and the bossmonster's favorite prey, negroes! Then that freaky guy from Govinda would drop in and do goofy stuff like handcuffing me hands behind me back on the job.

 After a morning of this, I got to hobble over to the Fogg Museum, where I was to stand among nice paintings and not talk too much to the nice peoples for a couple hours, making maybe enough money to buy lunch and a can of cat food, but not enough to pay a Cambridge parking ticket or lot-fee.

 I got sick of the 'three day' CVS 'job' that turned into three weeks of in painful shoes in a rent-a-pig suit. (The ties are clip-ons! So someone can't choke you with it. (Too bad they didn't just teach us better manners instead!) That raving CVS bossbeast's constant bellowing at employees and orders to intimidate this or that customer, got to me. (The folks I was supposed to 'observe' were nearly always brown or black, by the way, though they were a small proportion of the customers.) See also: Self fulfilling prophecy, profiling, legalized institutional racism in America)
 

I was Busted as an Institutional Racist!

I had it when a woman walked right up to me and said "I've been watching you, and I know you harrass black people. I just want you to know, I see it!" She was right, and my paycheck depended on playing this game. I laughed in her face, simply because of the irony. She was gone before I could explain. I had already by that time overtly refused to enforce the screaming bossmonster's hidden policy on 'profiling' the pigment-people, but I agreed to 'observe' whomever the beastlady chose.

 So here's what I did...

On The Run...