Labor Day 2024

I published this last Labor Day, and a friend asked me to republish it this year. She wanted to forward it to some friends. I hope you all have your own stories to share. If not, feel free to share Lorie’s story about her grandfather. And as a side note… Alliance Nebraska is where Tim Walz taught and met, and married his wife. Alliance, Nebraska. This man’s great granddaughter considers Tim Walz (and even more so his wife, Gwen), as mentors who sent her on her way to a world traveler, undergrad at New York University (Gwen coached her in the debate team), an MBA and high-powered job in New York City, where she sits on a board for an organization working with entrepreneurs, and, and, and. He would be proud of Sabrina’s contribution and commitment to her country. I interviewed Sabrina for We The People Dispatch’s podcast introducing Tim Walz. Listen to it here if you have a moment. This Labor Day, when immigration is so much a part of our conversation, I put forth an immigrant’s story of love of adopted country and his pride in what he brought to the table filled with the combinations of fellow Americans. God bless my country on this day.

I was on the phone with my BFF, from Alliance, Nebraska, talking about conversations with aging parents. She said she loved the stories her mom told her about her father. Lorie’s mom would have been 100, and her father would be 120 if he were he alive today.

“Tell me one,” I said.

“My mom told me that her dad, who had come over from Lebanon to Nebraska, was a laborer and so proud to have found his way to America. Every Labor Day, he bought a new pair of overalls and proudly marched in the parade down Main Street. He was proud to have found gainful employment in this opportunity-filled country.”

I was silent. The mental image brought me to my knees.

There was a time in America when being a laborer was a proud profession, when it wasn’t about the compensation package as much as the pride in ownership of doing your job well. And compensation for a laborer meant opportunity for your children, weekends with your family, and enough money to live a decent life and enjoy a lovely retirement. You could go to the doctor; you had insurance that would cover it. You could have the local paper delivered, participate in community activities, and put something in the collection box at church.

Where did we go wrong? Was it when Reagan all but removed the restrictions on corporations so they could send the middle class packing and hire people to whom they had no real commitment? Was it when many people became so rich that they could buy the politicians and ensure the votes in Congress had nothing to do with growing a country of fabulous Americans, and everything to do with donor enrichment?

I’m going to think about my BFF’s grandfather marching down Alliance’s Main Street often, and recognize that the damage done in the last years can … and must … be reversed. I love my country and the bones from which it was made.

Please vote in November. Please encourage those in your sphere of influence to vote as well. God Bless our America.