My (pen)name is Jinpa Kangri. During my twenty year career in human services, I was involved with two labor unions: [AFSCME] when I was a shop steward for Local 470; [SEIU] when I was on local 509's organizing committee. While those experiences were not without their rewards, for the past seven years I have had a much more satisfying involvement with a labor association of a new kind: [ESWA]. This is not an official website, rather one person blogging his own experience.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Golden Opportunities (12/8/09)
Besides serving on Eastern Service Workers Association Advisory Committee and serving as delegate for my neighborhood to ESWA's Boston Workers Benefit Council and writing for the BWBC's newsletter The Boston Worker, if the gentle reader has been following this web log she or he knows many of my opportunities to help further the aims of ESWA have come from the fact that I have a car. One of the greatest opportunities ESWA has provided me was to deliver some formula and pampers one night to a member who had too much week at the end of the check. The apartment if spare was spotless. Instead of a bed there was a mattress on the floor but the sheets and blankets were neatly tucked in. The baby was sleeping blissfully on it with her own blankies. From her third story window the member was watching for me. One of the full-time volunteers earlier had attempted to deliver the emergency request but the member had dozed off. Having with my wife raised three babies of our own I know how it goes: you get sleep when you can. All I can say is to walk into such a tender situation was my good luck. And it was thanks to ESWA. If I had gone into that situation as a licensed social worker I would have had to report them to Child Services for the fact that the ESWA member was taking care of an infant and had run out of money. It was obviously a great home for the baby. It was not the member's fault she found herself in that predicament. There is something very wrong about a society that refuses to allow our working communities to martial their own resources. That is what creates such an unfair predicament.
The other night ESWA gave me another opportunity that, --although it did not surpass the pampers and formula delivery, --came pretty close. ESWA has organized an oil-filled space-heater and winter blanket for members whose heat was cut off by the energy company while advocates work on getting it turned back on. One such member who got to use the heater and blanket after her heat was on again, agreed to drop it off for another member on the front end of the same situation. However, she was unable to find the apartment so dropped off the heater to the office. I was there taking a labor class and afterwards agreed to make the delivery since I was fairly familiar with the neighborhood (central Dorchester). It was not as easy as it looked on ESWA's street map, but in Boston it never is. When I finally found the right street there were odd and even buildings on the same side. I thought to myself, "only in Dorchester."
When the member buzzed me in, she was overjoyed to see someone with heater and blanket in hand. She had just finished a prayer that they would arrive because she was so cold. "You are my angel!" she exclaimed. I told her that I could not even count how many times ESWA had saved my life, to which she responded, "I know." What she did not know was that the delivery was itself for me one of those times. The Eastern Service Workers Association has saved my life because economic injustice bothers me; because one of seven children in my state going to bed hungry bothers me; because my city has arguably the best hospitals in the world whose workers being denied their care bothers me; and ESWA gives me something to do about it. In a very real sense ESWA has given me a lease on life because before they reached out to me at my neighborhood grocery store I was dying little by little every day stymied to find a way to tip the scales towards economic justice.
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