by Sarah Blustain
Julia Query and I are wandering through a brick housing complex built by the International Ladies Garment Workers Union in Manhattan. Query, who needs a set of keys to get into an apartment to get her luggage to leave for her flight back to California in 45 minutes—long story—is blissed out. Out on the sidewalk, she coos at an elderly man in a union hat. In the complex’s administrative offices, she coos over photos of New York labor leaders and the handsome Jack Kennedy at labor events. At the front desk, she tells the woman who may hold the keys, “I’m a labor organizer.”
by Leslie Hollis
by Sarah Blustain
by Sarah Blustain
by Sarah Blustain
by Sarah Blustain