Locating Ourselves In The Wreckage Of Neoliberalism
This past March, as an unusually warm winter in Connecticut prepared to give way to spring, a morning crowd at the West Indian Social Club in Hartford milled about over blueberry muffins from Costco and cartons of Dunkin’ coffee.
“Democracy School” was about to begin. At round banquet tables, nursing home workers nodded intently, listening to community college students describe the budget cuts they were fighting in order to keep their libraries open in the evening, so working students could find time to study. Child care advocates broke bread with Uber drivers, and learned about their efforts to win dignified wage and safety standards. College faculty like ourselves heard stories from renters facing eviction, and from undocumented parents struggling to win health care coverage for their families.