So the
other week I went to a protest downtown against a big-box retailer, and the
people at the worker justice center where I’ve been volunteering started
telling me about another protest against a distribution center of the same
big-box retailer.
A bunch
of ministers went, and everyone ended up blocking a route into the distribution
facility and shutting down work there for like an hour, which eventually
resulted in some abuses against workers getting corrected.
Before
they were able to block the road into the center, though, I guess, the big-box
retailer’s private security came out all done up in riot gear and started
threatening to tear gas everyone.
“What?!”,
I was like. “They said that?”.
“Yep,”
the one (black) (female) staffer from the worker justice center was like. “It was unbelievable.”
“And did
they actually have tear gas, or were they blowing smoke up your ass just to
scare you guys and get you to leave?”.
“No
idea,” she was like, “No idea.”
Then I
joked that it wouldn’t matter anyhow even if they did have it, since in that
case it would be price club tear gas, and then it probably wouldn’t have hurt
them that much anyways.
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