My First Love
The first time I fell in love we were young & he was a gentleman which meant a lot to me. He was a teamster, a union man in the trucking industry in a big city. He wasn’t a rich man but he made better money than most others.
I met some of his co-workers, union men, representatives & a friend who was a stewart who helped him when he was injured. I heard a lot of stories but maybe those were different days. Maybe it hasn’t changed much. These men had families in communities that respected their work. They respected women & their neighbours. There were always a few tough guys but we knew they were troubled & angry not realizing their privilege & always wanting & taking more. It was never good enough for some & there was always a criminal element involved on some level.
You claim to not like being mandated yet some of you have forced your ideas onto others, harassing & assaulting people who don’t agree with you & speak out with different perspectives. I saw your dump truck parked there that night. For that specific reason you lost any respect you thought you deserved. You are not going to gain any respect as the world watches you. You just look like out of control bullies with privilege having a melt down.