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Eugene Debs was born on this date. (Original Post)
Dyedinthewoolliberal
Nov 2021
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Kid Berwyn
(14,962 posts)1. Justice for All
Eugene V. Debs and the Endurance of Socialism
Half man, half myth, Debs turned a radical creed into a deeply American one.
By Jill Lepore
The New Yorker, February 2, 2028
Eugene Victor Debs left school at the age of fourteen, to scrape paint and grease off the cars of the Vandalia Railroad, in Indiana, for fifty cents a day. He got a raise when he was promoted to fireman, which meant working in the locomotive next to the engineer, shovelling coal into a fireboxas much as two tons an hour, sixteen hours a day, six days a week. Firemen, caked in coal dust, blinded by wind and smoke, had to make sure that the engine didnt explode, an eventuality they werent always able to forestall. If they were lucky, and lived long enough, firemen usually became engineers, which was safer than being a switchman or a brakeman, jobs that involved working on the tracks next to a moving train, or racing across its top, in any weather, at the risk of toppling off and getting run over. All these men reported to the conductors, who had the top job, and, on trains owned by George Mortimer Pullman, one of the richest men in the United States, all of themthe engineers, the firemen, the brakemen, the switchmen, and even the scrapersoutranked the porters. Pullman porters were almost always black men, and ex-slaves, and, at the start, were paid nothing except the tips they could earn by bowing before the fancy passengers who could afford the sleeping car, and who liked very much to be served with a shuffle and a grin, Dixie style.
Every man who worked on the American railroad in the last decades of the nineteenth century became, of necessity, a scholar of the relations between the rich and the poor, the haves and the have-nots, the masters and the slaves, the riders and the ridden upon. No student of this subject is more important to American history than Debs, half man, half myth, who founded the American Railway Union, turned that into the Social Democratic Party, and ran for President of the United States five times, including once from prison.
Debs, who wrote a lot about manliness, always said that the best kind of man was a sand man. Sand means grit, he wrote in 1882, in Firemens Magazine. It means the power to hold on. When a train stalled from the steepness of the incline or the weight of the freight, railroad men poured sand on the tracks, to improve the grip of the wheels. Men need sand, too, Debs said: Men who have plenty of sand in their boxes never slip on the path of duty. Debs had plenty of sand in his box. He had, though, something of a morbid fear of ashes. Maybe thats a firemans phobia, a tending-the-engine mans idea of doom. In prisonhaving been sentenced, brutally, to ten years of hard time at the age of sixty-threehe had a nightmare. I was walking by the house where I was born, he wrote. The house was gone and nothing left but ashes . . . only ashesashes! The question today for socialism in the United States, which appears to be stoking its engines, is whether its got enough sand. Or whether itll soon be ashes, only ashes, all over again.
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https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/02/18/eugene-v-debs-and-the-endurance-of-socialism
Half man, half myth, Debs turned a radical creed into a deeply American one.
By Jill Lepore
The New Yorker, February 2, 2028
Eugene Victor Debs left school at the age of fourteen, to scrape paint and grease off the cars of the Vandalia Railroad, in Indiana, for fifty cents a day. He got a raise when he was promoted to fireman, which meant working in the locomotive next to the engineer, shovelling coal into a fireboxas much as two tons an hour, sixteen hours a day, six days a week. Firemen, caked in coal dust, blinded by wind and smoke, had to make sure that the engine didnt explode, an eventuality they werent always able to forestall. If they were lucky, and lived long enough, firemen usually became engineers, which was safer than being a switchman or a brakeman, jobs that involved working on the tracks next to a moving train, or racing across its top, in any weather, at the risk of toppling off and getting run over. All these men reported to the conductors, who had the top job, and, on trains owned by George Mortimer Pullman, one of the richest men in the United States, all of themthe engineers, the firemen, the brakemen, the switchmen, and even the scrapersoutranked the porters. Pullman porters were almost always black men, and ex-slaves, and, at the start, were paid nothing except the tips they could earn by bowing before the fancy passengers who could afford the sleeping car, and who liked very much to be served with a shuffle and a grin, Dixie style.
Every man who worked on the American railroad in the last decades of the nineteenth century became, of necessity, a scholar of the relations between the rich and the poor, the haves and the have-nots, the masters and the slaves, the riders and the ridden upon. No student of this subject is more important to American history than Debs, half man, half myth, who founded the American Railway Union, turned that into the Social Democratic Party, and ran for President of the United States five times, including once from prison.
Debs, who wrote a lot about manliness, always said that the best kind of man was a sand man. Sand means grit, he wrote in 1882, in Firemens Magazine. It means the power to hold on. When a train stalled from the steepness of the incline or the weight of the freight, railroad men poured sand on the tracks, to improve the grip of the wheels. Men need sand, too, Debs said: Men who have plenty of sand in their boxes never slip on the path of duty. Debs had plenty of sand in his box. He had, though, something of a morbid fear of ashes. Maybe thats a firemans phobia, a tending-the-engine mans idea of doom. In prisonhaving been sentenced, brutally, to ten years of hard time at the age of sixty-threehe had a nightmare. I was walking by the house where I was born, he wrote. The house was gone and nothing left but ashes . . . only ashesashes! The question today for socialism in the United States, which appears to be stoking its engines, is whether its got enough sand. Or whether itll soon be ashes, only ashes, all over again.
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https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/02/18/eugene-v-debs-and-the-endurance-of-socialism
no_hypocrisy
(46,190 posts)2. The (defunct) NYC radio station was named after Debs.
WEVD
leftstreet
(36,112 posts)3. DURec
Javaman
(62,534 posts)4. K & R nt
Merlot
(9,696 posts)5. Eugene Debs - Thrown in jail for a speech. Never attacked the capitol.