On airport workers.

The other week the grad student unionization campaign at my school had a pub night to rally people, and I ended up going and talking a lot with the (middle aged) (black) (woman) who I had heard about who was heading up the campaign.

As it turns out, she had been a local organizer for airport workers, and she was saying that emotional involvement with the workers in that campaign was tough.

She said that if you're at the airport every night, you see a rhythm, where a bunch of the same homeless people are allowed to sleep there from like eleven to like four or five, and at like four or five there starts arriving the outsourced but decently paid tarmac workers at the same time that the homeless people are getting kicked out, and then come the well-dressed and well-paid professionals who man the planes and desks, and last of all come the people who work the bookstores and fast food restaurants and whatnot, and that when they come, you can see it in their faces that they're one paycheck or crisis away from being the homeless people who had gotten kicked out of the airport just a few hours earlier.

"It's tough," she was like.