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By: Alan Browne, a working stiff in a right-to-work state
Look, I know we're only a week past May Day of 2026. And I know we're now just two months away from the biggest damn spectacle of nationalism this country has probably ever seen—the 250th celebration of the Declaration of Independence. Fireworks, flag-waving, politicians from both parties slapping each other on the back about "freedom" and "opportunity" while the rest of us try to figure out how to keep the lights on.
But I need to tell you about a meeting I sat through last week. Because it says everything about where we're at.
My workplace has about 4,000 workers. Many of them are third-party contracted—which is a fancy way of saying the employer can squeeze them dry without any of the pesky responsibilities that come with being an actual employer. Of the permanent employees, almost none have a union. I'm in an administrative role, frontline adjacent, and at this mandatory all-staff meeting for my specific department, less than half of the 150 or so people even bothered to show up. Managers sat in their little cluster. The rest of us workers sat separately, like we always do. Of course, there were other managers commingled in our huddles just in case we started talking about something other than the topic at hand.
Me and one other coworker wore red. That's it! Just two people out of maybe 50. Why? Because we remembered. We remembered the workers movement of the 1880s and we remembered the Haymarket martyrs. We remembered that May Day exists for a reason that has nothing to do with maypoles and everything to do with the eight-hour day and blood in the streets of Chicago.
The consciousness of the working class where I live? It's next to zero.
But here's the thing—people “feel” it. They just don't have the language for it yet.
What People Actually Know (Without Knowing They Know It)
They know prices are up on everything. They know inflation means their dollars buy less, or that the product got smaller but costs the same. They know the Trump Administration is rattling sabers in the Strait of Hormuz, and gas prices are bouncing around like a cheap casino token. They know a war with Iran is on the table, and they know their kid might get drafted if this thing goes hot.
They know functional unemployment is a nightmare. We're on the precipice of a major crisis, and most people can smell it coming.
I won't even get into healthcare, Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, or education. That's its own article. Maybe a series.
But part of my job is helping people find work. Helping them become "better versions of themselves" so they can get hired and let me tell you what I see every single day:
People facing homelessness. Right now. Not next year. People living in shelters, in rescue missions, in their cars, on the street. They're desperate. They're looking for answers. They're trying to figure out how to escape this meat grinder where one mistake—one layoff, one medical bill, one car breakdown—means you're economically ruined for the rest of your life. Just trying to meet basic needs.
Some are recently out of prison. Felonies on their record. many of them violent felonies. Their prospects for employment, training, loans, grants? Next to nothing.
Some are seriously mentally ill. Off their meds. Kicked out of support networks. Lost access to doctors. No housing. Living with relatives if they're lucky, migrating state to state if they're not, doing Labor Ready gigs for a few days' pay, just enough to get a bus ticket to the next town.
And here's the kicker: some have advanced degrees. Bachelors. Masters. PhDs. Recently unemployed because their workplaces downsized or shut down completely. Credentials don't protect you. Nothing protects you.
The Numbers Don't Lie (But the Media Does)
Now, I bring this up because in the last presidential election, the Democratic candidate ran on a platform that was downright “optimistic” about the unemployment rate. Record lows, they said. A strong economy, they said.
That's a lie. It's a lie based on a flawed calculation that's been used for decades—one that doesn't count people who've stopped looking for work and it counts homeless people with a temp gig as "employed."
The real number? According to an article in Politico from February 2025, written by a member of the Ludwig Institute on Shared Economic Prosperity, functional unemployment in this country is closer to one out of four people. Twenty-four percent!
Let that sink in.
The Ludwig Institute actually measures economic indicators for the working class and poor people. Not GDP. Not stock market numbers. Real indicators. And their statistics are baffling. In major metropolitan areas across the country, what the corporate media tells us versus what people are actually facing on the ground might as well be two different countries.
The Long View: How They Broke Us
We're living through the largest wealth disparity in the history of the United States. Since the 1970s, corporations have been seizing the levers of government—judicial, legislative, executive—and dictating the direction of our society. They've allied with other places that share their worldview. They've exploited and exported misery all around the world.
But here at home? Declining quality of life. The American dream—the post-WWII version, when we emerged as the richest, most powerful country on earth—is dead. What we got instead was a cold war fought over the developing world. Struggles for natural resources, labor markets, raw materials. And here at home, as soon as rights and privileges were granted to some minority classes, the working class started to unravel.
Coincidence? I don't think so.
The government never really helped. Sure, there were court decisions and reactionary legislation. But none of it ever empowered workers to make their own decisions. We were still using the tools available in a Democratic society controlled by a capitalist economy with imperial ambitions. We never had a real choice. The ruling class learned this lesson back in the early days of English colonies, right after Jamestown was destroyed. They figured out fast that they could drive a wedge between us. Separate society and fracture us all so we wouldn't unite in our common struggle.
Race. Region. Religion. Immigration status. Gender. Pick your division. They've used every single one.
So What Do We Do About It?
Here's where I'm supposed to tell you to vote. To support Democratic candidates and to trust that the right people getting elected will fix this.
I'm not going to do that.
Don't get me wrong—I'm not saying don't vote. I'm saying voting is the floor, not the ceiling. And if you think the Democratic Party is going to lead the working class out of this mess, you haven't been paying attention for the last fifty years. They'll take our votes. They'll talk a good game. And then they'll compromise with the other side while the rent goes up and the jobs go away and the wars keep coming.
We need something else.
We need working class organizations to take control of our unions. And where unions don't exist, we need to build them. From scratch if we have to. Right-to-work state or not, we organize. We do the hard, slow, dangerous work of building power on the job.
But even that's not enough.
Workers need a political party of our own, rooted in our workplaces, communities and organizations that can fight for public ownership of major industries. Democratically managed and answerable to workers and communities, not shareholders. We need to take the factories, the logistics networks, the energy grids, the healthcare systems, the housing stock—and turn them into publicly owned, democratically managed sources of qualitative change.
And that means something specific. Not nationalization that puts bureaucrats in charge instead of CEOs. Democratic management with actual workers on the board. and allowing communities to have a voice. Real accountability from the bottom up.
This is how we escape the meat grinder. Not by begging the people who profit from it to be nicer to us.
A Global Struggle
And we don't do this just in the United States. The same corporations that are squeezing us in right-to-work states are squeezing workers in Indonesia, in Brazil, in Nigeria, in Poland. Same playbook. Same owners, different flags.
The working class has no nation. We have interests that cut across borders, and those interests are fundamentally opposed to the interests of capital. The sooner we act like it, the sooner we can build something real.
So yeah. Two months from now, they're going to throw a huge party for the 250th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence. Fireworks. Speeches. Politicians telling us how free we are.
And then the day after, the rent will still be due. The gas will still be expensive. The boss will still be watching the clock. The unions we don't have will still not exist. And the people sleeping in their cars will still be sleeping in their cars.
Unless we decide to do something about it.
May Day wasn't about flags. It was about workers. And until we remember that—until we act like it—nothing is going to change.
In Solidarity






