I’m a proud Trade Unionist. My Union saved my job once upon a time. I was working Summers at Waterford Crystal. I was a tour guide and I was 17 years old.
I was asked by my then boss, an odious little creep whose name is unimportant, to stay back one evening and work a temporary bar at a reception for dignitaries. I duly got pissed and at the end of the evening took a bottle of Le Piat D’or for my walk home. It was either that or Blue Nun.
As I passed through security, the bottle was taken from me. I walked home and woke up with a stinking hangover. Before my next shift, I was hauled before my odious creep of a boss, who said I’d stolen company property and was going to be fired. My union rep said “no chance.”
The union communicated to management that 1,800 workers would walk out if I was shitcanned. It blew over very quickly. I never forgot it. All for one, one for all. Not a single worker would have refused to down tools. For Trade Unionists, a scab is about the worst thing you can be. They used to tar and feather them.
If you refuse to join your comrades or you take the job of a striking worker then you are a pariah. Waterford Crystal went on general strike in the late 1980’s you may remember. Some workers crossed the picket line and took management jobs.
They were virtually exiled. They could never again get a drink or a bite to eat in Waterford, without someone reminding them of what they were. Good enough.
If you sign up for a vaccine passport, to allow you to enter shops, pubs, theatres or cinemas, then in my book you are a scab. You’re throwing your lot in with a criminal cartel, that has turned the planet into an open air prison.
By complying, you are enabling a gangster elite to impose tyranny on your neighbours and your fellow man. What manner of man or woman are you?
You know that it’s beyond totalitarian for any government to medicate its citizens through coercion. You know this. By going along with it, you are aiding and abetting them and betraying your own kind. You’re a scab.
Melodramatic? Maybe. But I am right. Don’t be a scab. Stand with your neighbours. Stand up for what is right. Tell them to stick their passports where the sun never shone. The people united, will never be defeated.