My father was a meat worker. He was a union organizer in the meat workers union.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
In my college years, I worked as a union labor organizer. I was just one of the many workers trying to do my part to help the community.
My father was a member of the Teamsters Union in California, where he helped to organize better health care for workers. My mother worked for more than 20 years on an assembly line.
Back in early 1983, my dad was tasked with keeping unions from organizing in his company's distribution centers. His work pulled him away from home for months on end.
I came from a working-class family. My dad was in a union. I never forgot what it was like to be a private.
I guess it kind of stemmed from my father. He was a union guy working for the meat plant down in Kansas City. He was a union guy, and I guess it was just in my blood.
I'm a union guy; I've always been. I've been in SAG 35 years; my father was a garbage man, a sanitation man, for the city, a union guy.
My father worked all the time.
My mother was a housewife. My father was a garment worker.
My dad, he was a construction worker. He was a butcher. He was a deep sea fisherman.
I was an organizer in the Food, Agricultural and Tobacco Workers Union down in North Carolina.