This is sickening. Here is how my opposition to labor unions was developed:
During the summer of 1947, when I was 12 years old, my dad was building a rather large house, large for that time, for the manager of Moore Business Forms, a large national company that still exists. The house was one story, but had three levels and had redwood siding on all of the outside walls. That house was the first one on which Dad had hired union carpenters.
During the summers and on Saturdays during the school year, I had always worked on the houses (without pay) cleaning up scrap materials for the carpenters, carrying lumber and making sure that the carpenters had the right kind of nails for the job that they were doing, etc. One day at this house, Dad asked me to get some nails out of some boards so the carpenters could reuse the wood. So, I got a hammer out of Dad’s tool box to remove the nails. As soon as I picked up the hammer and started pulling nails from the boards, the union carpenters objected, because I was not a member of the Carpenter’s Union. Even though I was only 12 years old and was only using the hammer to pull nails out of some old boards, since I was not a member of the Carpenter’s Union, I was not allowed to use a hammer as long as those union carpenters were on the job. Dad fired every one of the carpenters on the spot, and for as long as he built houses after that he did not hire union carpenters again.
Then, in the summer of 1954, at the end of my first year in college, I worked at Tempco Aircraft Company, later to become part of Ling Tempco Vaught (LTV) Corporation. I was working to make money so I could go back to college. One day when I entered the work site, a man met me at the gate and asked me to fill out a form. I noticed on the form that it had something to do with the labor union. I told the man that I didn’t want to join the union. He said, “Oh, this isn’t for you to join; it’s just to let us know that you work here.” So, I filled out the form as he stood there and watched. Well, the next week when I got my pay check, union dues had been deducted from my pay. I tried for rest of the time that I worked there to get them to stop taking union dues out of my paycheck, but to no avail. I worked there throughout that summer and fall, until mid January, 1955, when I started back to college, and they deducted union dues for that entire time. So much for labor unions.