Shortly I will add a section called: "Claim To Fame". But for now, the newspaper article below was published in circa 1984. I have been an out spoken critic on violence for many years. (Shortly, I will add several other articles, such as an editorial published in a union newsletter in 1997.) This article is a tentative posting. Later on I will edit the format to enhance its appearance. But for now, its here, concerning a man who worked in a union plant, things came to a head and ended up shooting his supervisor, four other people and himself. (One reason that prompted me to write this letter, the man I shot was a retired foreman. Like nozzle nuts, foreman are another strange breed. Some people can't handle authority: goes to their head.)

  Several years ago an incident happened at the plant were I work, during a time when functioning as elected shop steward. In one of our sister plants, in a different state, it was reported that an employee went into the plant and shot himself. This information was relayed during a management/union meeting. At the meeting, one supervisor, who no longer works there, as discussion began over pending resolution of grievances, slammed his fist on the table, with a loud voice, shouted that he was sick and tired of all these grievances. That prompted me to write a letter to the company, using a fictional character, Rudolph Garlando.

  So, for now, shaking the dust off the archives. One point I'd like to make. Papers are not kind to "criminals". Criminal-bashing sells papers. The "good" people of the world need a diversion and entertainment from their own traits that, as if, this "thing" with a label, detached from the species, is really one of us?

Updated: 11-19-2001