These people don’t look like us—they don’t smell like us
We are the masters of their miserable fate
For mercy they get down on their knees to pray
But we’re superior in every way—they’re insects in every way
It's doomsday baby
This blog puts a spotlight on the labor activity in the U.S. South you don't read about elsewhere, always keeping it in context with what is going on nationally and internationally in the Global South as well. This blog also provides a historical and cultural (including music, literature, and art) perspective that takes into account the long, hard, and often bloody struggle workers have always had to wage whenever they tried to organize in this region.