I tell myself that if this was the time that the nurses could finally make their voices heard after years of speaking out, then it would somehow happen. Then, suddenly, they start filing out, lunch pails in hand, hard hats under their arms, heading for the parking lot, piling into their cars and trucks and moving onto the street. I greet each one with a leaflet and a hardy thanks. Now, I understand why the foreman had been so angry and rude earlier. The power of solidarity is more powerful than I had ever realized before experiencing it first hand, as a sole nurse initiating a walk-out.
Big money is lost that day as construction was reduced by half and schedules are delayed.
And money carries a loud message. My hope was that those driving by would seek out information through the media after seeking us take to the streets. It was thrilling to have been able to talk to about 150 workers. They only asked that healthcare workers return the favor and stand with them, when the time comes. I pledged mutual solidarity.