24 April 2012
Sawmill War Zone
A second sawmill in my province's once timber rich interior has exploded killing one of my union brothers and critically burning several others. As in this past winter's previous sawmill explosion, workers who escaped serious injury and witnessed the aftermath of the explosion described the scene as "a motherfucking war zone."
Our work is dirty, dull and dangerous. The sort of work men have calculatingly performed since the beginning of our sputtering industrial age. You go in knowing you will shower after, not before, work; you go in knowing you will be bored, perhaps to the edge of insanity and beyond; you go in knowing, chances are, you will get hurt before your working days are done.
You do not go in expecting your fucking sawmill will explode like a police station in motherfucking Baghdad.
Saturday April 28th is labour's Day of Mourning those of us, those many of us, who did not go home to their family and their dog at the end of their shift. We Steelworkers have much to mourn this year just like every other.
Our places of work are a motherfucking war zone.