An early mentor of mine when I was a young adult was a man named Mike Barkley. I met him when I was in college. At that time he was an organizer for the United Food and Commercial Workers local 73A (a now defunct local from Wisconsin). This is a bit of a tribute to keep his memory alive.
After high school he become a paper mill worker in the northern part of the state and was an ardent union activist. When the mill was shut down he got a part time staff job with the union, but to make ends meet and take care of his family he also had to get a job at Walmart. He was still a union activist and started organizing a union, but he lost an NLRB election after an aggressive anti-union campaign, and if I’ve got the details straight on this, he got fired.
I met him when I was a college student. He was recruiting other community activists and organizers to work on Walmart related campaigns. I learned a lot from him and he encouraged me to put myself out there as an activist. When I was finishing school he advised me to apply to the AFL-CIO’s Organizing Institute.
Through the organizing institute I was assigned to salt in a large factory that was being targeted for a possible organizing campaign. After I got a job there I went to give Mike a call on his office number (~2003-2004, cell phones weren’t ubiquitous yet). I asked to speak to Mike, and I was told that he was dead. He had a stomach aneurysm on a picket line outside a Tyson chicken processing plant.
His final act in life was to help lead and support a long strike at a poultry plant, that ultimately brought a bit more power and dignity back to the workers of the world, right where it belongs.
He would’ve loved to see this news. When I was in a union organizing campaign at work just last year I could feel his spirit visiting me. Rest in power, my brother.
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