This is the Tom Hartman Program.

Our book today in the Tom Hartman Book Club is on the line,

a story of class solidarity and two women's epic fight to build a union by Daisy Pitkin.

This is from chapter one.

The first week I arrived in Phoenix, I started to dream about moths.

We were sleeping only a few hours a night, if at all all preparing for an organizing campaign at your factory

gathering names and addresses of your coworkers and then scouting their residences

so we knew which had fences with locked gates which had snarling dogs in the yard, which had multiple units,

making it uncertain on which door we needed to knock when the time came.

We mapped your coworkers in this way at their homes scattered across the city, trying to put together a plan that would make

it possible to talk to a majority of them about forming a union.

A Blitz, we called it, to get a hold of as many people as possible in a day or two before the company you worked

for could figure out what was going on.

During this time the other organizers and I were staying at the days in on East Van Buren Street,

an aging mid-century motel nestled between a used car lot and a

strip club called the Blue Moon.

I would wake up in the strange room not knowing where I was, not remembering having fallen

asleep. I left the TV on a lot, the sound of it made

slipping in and out of awakens a little less jarring. The moths never arrived in the dream.

That is, I didn't see them flying in from somewhere else.

I didn't see them land on my body.

They covered me suddenly as if they had always been there.

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