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Sunday, August 26, 2007 - 13:22:46

What Will Happen to Fort Smith

I lifted this from the NY Times today because it is exactly what my home town will be facing in the next couple of years. Whirlpool, our largest employer is heading for Mexico as hard as they can go. Now we've learned that number 2, Rheem,  has bought a giant plot of land in Mexico and no one thinks this land is for a water park for the poor.

What does a manufacturing town do when the manufacturing goes away? This article is the handwriting on the wall. It is the future of Fort Smith. If you live or work in Fort Smith, this is a must read.  NAFTA is a cancer on America.




August 26, 2007

Is There (Middle Class) Life After Maytag?

NEWTON, Iowa

THE last of the Maytag factories that lifted so many people into the middle class here will close on Oct. 26. Guy Winchell and his wife, Lisa, will lose their jobs that day. Their combined income of $43 an hour will disappear and, soon after, so will their health insurance. Most of the pensions they would have received will also be gone.

The Winchells are still in their 40s. They can retrain or start a business, choices promoted by city leaders in a campaign to “reinvent” Newton without its biggest employer. But as they ponder their futures, the Winchells are uncertain about how to deal with a lower standard of living. “I’m not wanting to go waitress,” said Mrs. Winchell, who, at 41, drives a forklift and earns $19 an hour, “but I can do what I have to to make money.”

Mr. Winchell, 46, having earned $24 an hour as a skilled electrician, seems paralyzed by the disappearance of his employer. He imagines that there is work for electricians in central Iowa but he hasn’t looked. “Lisa is always on me because I’m so angry,” he said. “She says, ‘What would your mom have said?’ My mom would have said, ‘Worrying is not going to help.’”

Newton’s last day as a manufacturing mecca comes a century after Fred L. Maytag built his first mechanical washing machine here. Over time he also located his headquarters, research center and most production in Newton, changing it from a rural county seat into a prosperous city of 16,000. Absent Maytag’s high pay, overall hourly earnings last year for other workers in the county would have been $3 an hour less, according to Iowa Workforce Development, a state agency.

And then the Whirlpool Corporation bought Maytag in the spring of 2006 and began shutting down its operations here, eliminating jobs and depressing wages. Those caught in this process around the country are gradually swelling what Katherine S. Newman, a Princeton sociologist, describes as “The Missing Class,” the title of a soon-to-be-published book (Beacon Press), of which she is co-author.

Ms. Newman calculates that 54 million adults and children occupy a “nether region” of family incomes well above the poverty line — but well short of the middle class. Either they fall out of the middle class, as the Winchells are in danger of doing, or they have never earned enough at one job to get a family of four into the middle class.

“We are caught in a never-ending cycle of de-industrialization in which the best jobs disappear,” Ms. Newman said. “It is amazing to me how much we have come to accept that there is nothing to be done about this loss of income.”

HERE in Newton, Maytag’s fortress-like headquarters building, its beige-colored bulk looming over the downtown, has been emptied of 1,200 white-collar workers. Of nearly 900 unionized blue-collar workers still left last December in the sprawling factory, 400 were laid off and the rest got a reprieve, including the Winchells.

But theirs is a dead-end task: keeping retailers supplied until Whirlpool can start production of redesigned Maytag models built on the chassis of Whirlpool machines at the company’s existing factories in Monterrey, Mexico, and Clyde, Ohio. In Clyde, top pay for nearly all of the 3,700 non-union blue-collar workers is $17 an hour, several dollars less than Maytag paid in Newton. But as Bill Townsend, the plant manager, put it, “whenever we advertise for employment, it is not difficult finding folks.”

Nor is it difficult to recruit workers in Newton anymore. Absent Maytag, a good wage in central Iowa is $12 or $13 an hour. The trick is to get that much as well as health insurance — and if not the wage, then at least the health insurance, even if that means commuting 40 to 50 miles, as more than a few ex-Maytag workers are now doing.

The downshift is reflected in the Labor Department’s national data. Median family income has risen at an average annual rate of only six-tenths of a percent, adjusted for inflation, since the mid-1970s — in sharp contrast to the 2.8 percent growth rate in the preceding 26 years.

Hardship, however, is initially postponed in Newton. Local 997 of the United Automobile Workers, representing Maytag’s blue-collar staff, negotiated a severance package with Whirlpool last fall that extends each departing worker’s health insurance for five or six months and pays at least $850 for each year worked, up to 30 years.

For the Winchells, who have five children, all but one from previous marriages — their smiling faces on display in oval-shaped photographs grouped together on a living-room wall — the severance packages translate into more than 20 weeks of pay for the couple. The delayed impact helps to explain, as Mr. Winchell put it, why he and his wife won’t be forced until early next spring to face the inevitable distress of shrunken incomes and uncertain health care.

“I’ll find work,” he declared, “but I really don’t know what I am going to do. I’ve thought about applying to hospitals because they have health insurance. One of us will have to take a job with health insurance.”

Whatever the damage to living standards, from Whirlpool’s point of view, its strategy in acquiring Maytag was impeccable. Make the same number of washing machines in two plants — Clyde and Monterrey — instead of three, achieving economies of scale. Add 1,000 workers in Clyde to accommodate the increased output, but non-union workers earning less, with fewer benefits, than the unionized work force in Newton.

The State of Iowa offered numerous incentives to Whirlpool to stay in Newton. Gov. Tom Vilsack suggested publicly that he would build for Whirlpool “the most energy-efficient plant in the world.” As a lure, the city said it would give full college scholarships to children who went through the public schools. “It was part of a retention strategy; here’s the benefit we can provide if you stay,” said Kim Didier, executive director of the Newton Development Corporation.

But for Jeff M. Fettig, Whirlpool’s chairman, leaving Newton was, in the end, a no-brainer. Staying, he said in an interview, was “not economically viable.” He explained: “It was two companies doing the same thing that you needed one company doing very well.”

Given such realities, Steve Schober, an industrial designer at Maytag for 25 years, with a fistful of patents to his credit, applied to Whirlpool’s research department in Benton Harbor, Mich., and was turned down, partly because he acknowledged in a job interview that he was unhappy about moving his family from Newton.

So, at 52, with six months of severance as a cushion, he went out on his own last year, starting Schober Design and working from his home — a large, handsome Tudor-style with a sloping front lawn in an elegant neighborhood, a few blocks from the brick mansion where Fred Maytag once lived. As a freelancer, however, Mr. Schober’s annual income plunged in the first year from the low six figures he had earned at Maytag to $25,000.

Half now goes to pay for health insurance for himself and his children, Katie, 18, and Ben, 16. His wife, Sarah, 51, a special education teacher earning $30,000 a year, has coverage for herself from the public school system. Adding the family would cost $800 a month, slightly less than Mr. Schober now pays, so the couple will probably drop his coverage for hers.

“Health insurance was one of those invisible benefits of working for a corporation,” he said. “You didn’t have to think about it.”

He and his wife invited a reporter to their home on a summer afternoon, offering refreshments and describing their situation matter-of-factly, as if talking of a less fortunate family’s situation, not their own. Their children were present at first, but soon Katie, who will be a college freshman in the fall, partly on scholarship, drifted out of the living room, and then Ben, a strapping high school athlete, abruptly excused himself, departing to meet his friends, his parents explained.

“I have three options,” Mr. Schober said. “I could get a job in a different field that doesn’t approach what I made at Maytag, but has a benefits package. I’ve thought about working for the post office. Or I could send out my résumé to design studios. One of the issues in doing this is my age, which works against me. Or I can continue to do what I am doing, building a client base from Newton.”

He is embarked on the third option. While the pay is still sparse, the work is interesting, he said, citing as an example a contract with a winery to design small utensils to open wine bottles. But each month to cover expenses, including a $1,000 mortgage payment, the family cuts into its savings. “We never did that before,” Mrs. Schober said.

The Schobers think differently now about money. They shop more cautiously. As a family, they organized a garage sale, taking in $580 by selling castoffs that would have accumulated in the basement. And the couple have taken part-time weekend jobs.

They work at Newton’s recently opened auto speedway. On race weekends, Mrs. Schober is at an information booth, answering questions, and he shuttles handicapped patrons in a six-passenger golf cart. Each job pays $10 an hour.

“It helps the cash flow,” Mrs. Schober said.

Tim and Rhonda Saunders, in their mid-40s, have taken a different route. He went back to school, while she took a full-time job.

While Mr. Saunders put in 20 years at Maytag, mostly shaping sheet metal into cabinets and doors, she raised their two children and worked part-time as a bookkeeper. His layoff last December forced her into the full-time job, at $12 an hour in the accounts-payable department of a small manufacturer, so the family could have health insurance. She took the new job without giving up the part-time work and the $220 a week it brings in. That work is now done at home on evenings and weekends.

“We have to pay more for her health insurance than I did at Maytag: $300 a month versus $50,” Mr. Saunders said. “And the coverage is not quite as good. But without it, I could not have gone back to school.”

What pushed him into school was the job market. He found that he could not replace, or even approach, his $23-an-hour Maytag wage, not with only a high school diploma. A cousin steered him toward computer programming as a good source of future income, and he enrolled at the Des Moines Area Community College, attending classes full-time on the Newton campus. He turned out to be an A student.

More than 450 other ex-Maytag employees are also enrolled in full-time schooling, their expenses paid by the federal government as part of its Trade Adjustment Assistance program.

Maytag first qualified in 2003. The company was faltering then, losing market share to imports and whittling down its blue-collar staff from a high of 2,500 in 2000. The Labor Department ruled that the import competition qualified the laid-off workers for up to $15,000 each in tuition, along with book and transportation subsidies, and unemployment insurance for two years.

The extended unemployment pay has been a lure. For a number of ex-Maytag workers, it comes to about $360 a week, or $9 an hour -- not much below what many jobs pay in Iowa. In his own initial effort to land work, Mr. Saunders found that the best he could do was $11 an hour.

So he went to school, and the family tightened its belt. He listed the economies he and his wife have imposed: no more weekend camping trips, cooking hamburgers instead of steaks on the grill, paying less of the college tuition for their children, who are turning more to student loans.

But then he inadvertently mentioned a planned excursion to New York with their daughter, and acknowledged that the $3,000 trip was hardly belt-tightening.

“My son always wanted a used racing car,” he explained. “And when he turned 18 a couple of years ago, we gave him one, knowing then that my daughter would want to go to New York when she was 18 and see a couple of shows. So we saved the money and it was put away before this ever happened. It was something I wanted to do for her. She was so easy to raise and she worked so hard in school.”

Tootie Samson, a 47-year-old mother of three, and a grandmother, is also going back to school with federal aid, but with a different goal in mind. Having already earned a two-year degree in interior design on her own, she’ll now go for a bachelor’s and maybe open her own shop.

Ms. Samson joined Maytag on the assembly line in 1997 after working 20 years as a bookkeeper at less than $10 an hour. She came for the wage, $20 an hour today, and to qualify for a pension, lost now in the buyout. She was laid off in 2003, allowing her time to study interior design. Then, to her surprise, she was called back last March. Whirlpool had underestimated how many workers it would need to keep the plant running through October.

“For me, it is fortunate to be back at Maytag as it closes,” she said. “You need that closure. It’s done. It’s over. You always think that maybe you’ll get called back and now you know it is over and you can move on with your life.”

With Maytag gone, the Newton Development Corporation scrambled to find buyers for the headquarters building and the factory — the great concern being that once shuttered, these buildings would become giant eyesores. Iowa Telecom finally bought the headquarters building, and the Industrial Realty Group of Los Angeles, the factory, with Whirlpool subsidizing both purchases as a goodwill gesture.

BUT Maytag fulfilled one function that can’t be finessed. As the biggest employer paying the best wages, it put upward pressure on the pay of other employers, who sought to prevent their best workers from jumping to Maytag. Now that pressure is gone. The loss is seen in the development corporation’s effort to persuade a fiberglass company to put a plant here employing 700 people at $12 to $13 an hour, and health insurance.

Ms. Didier, an ex-Maytag employee earning less herself as the development corporation’s executive director, put the best face on it she could. “With Maytag,” she said, “it was difficult for companies to get good people at a lower wage, and now they can.”


Copyright 2007 The New York Times Company

Wednesday, August 15, 2007 - 13:30:07

A Civil War Lesson For Today

   Nearly every day I eat lunch by myself in the kitchen and except for a great lunch conversation with another person the next best thing is to read something good totally  uninterrupted. Lately I've been reading a thick book titled Under Both Flags, edited by Tim Goff. It's a 531 page book of 1st person accounts of the Civil War written by veterans of both sides.

   I am coming to the American Civil War late in life. Maybe I'm being drawn to it by current events and seeing that I live in a deeply divided nation as did the authors in the book. I find comfort in the wisdom of the dead who also lived in "interesting times."  Since I find no mention of this story on the Internet, I believe it deserves airing here. Though probably written in the 1890s, I found an instant connection to today. I'm sorry I can't hug Delilah Tyler's bones and thank her for helping me understand we're not the first people to live in a confusing era. Though we've managed to package up the Civil War in a nice black and white bundle, this story makes it clear that for those who lived in those times not yet set in stone by later generations, each day was a mystery and knowing the right thing to do wasn't always clear. Ms Tyler is remarkably readable for a Victorian writer and though a tad flowery, I think her meaning and message is clear as a bell 145 years later. Enjoy



Social Conditions During the Civil War
By Delilah Tyler

   I am often asked by my own children and others the question: "When the war was going on did not persons in the same community, some loyal and some secessionists, feel very bitter toward each other?" Didn't you just 'spize each other"
   I think it right that these of a succeeding generation should understand the social as well as the warlike conditions of those troubled times.  The cause, conduct, and results of the late unpleasantness have been recorded by numerous historians, but the social life of that period has seldom been touched upon.
   That there was some bitterness of feeling, some things said and done that had better been left unsaid and undone, cannot be denied; but there was less of this than one would imagine, considering the intense excitement of the times. Communities did not often, if ever, divide into cliques, secessionists on the one side and the loyalists on the other; friendly and kindred ties were too strong for that. Social pastimes, marrying and giving in marriage, and other forms of neighborly intercourse continued among people of different political proclivities as much as the exigencies of the times would admit of.
   During the war I lived in a town on the extreme Northern border of a Southern State. There were secessionists on both sides of the line dividing my State from the free State, and numbers from our families--fathers, sons and husbands--joined the army of their choice, Union or Confederate. Singular as it may seem, I know of some instances when persons truly loyal to their government assisted in equipping a soldier friend for the Confederate army, and quite as often, secessionists lending aid to the relative or friend preparing to join the Union Forces. Each believed the other honest at heart, but misguided.
   About July 1, 1862, a proclamation was issued by the officer in command of the Union forces then in possession of our section, announcing that a grand Fourth of July celebration would take place in a gove adjoining our town, at which time it was expected that every one able to leave home would be present. Noted orators would speak, and a feast of good things to eat would be provided, the proclamation stated.
   Excitement and party spirit at that time was at fever heat, and when it was rumored that the Federal authorities intended to take that time and occasion to administer the oath of allegiance to the Union, there was consternation among us, for this oath was an ironclad compact, binding one not only not to take up arms against the government, but exacting as well that he aid not, in any way, disloyal persons.
   Now there was scarcely a man in our community, even the most loyal, who had not either kindred or friends on the other side, from whom he felt he could never turn in their hour of need. They felt that if they took this oath they must sometime perjure themselves, or act against nature and humanity. Later on we understood that a terrible conflict was upon us, and , realizing that extreme measures were necessary, looked at this thing in a different way.
   On the morning of the memorable Fourth, an uncle of mine, at whose country home I was then visiting said to us:
   "I will not go into town and subscribe to an oath which I think unjust and which I cannot keep. I know, however, that soldiers will be sent to scour the country in search of delinquents, so I and the other here of the genus homo must hide. Let us all go down to Minnehaha and have a celebration of our own."
   Minnehaha, named for Longfellow's dusky heroine, was a beautiful spring which gushed from a rock on the side of the bluff in a sequestered sport among the trees, about a hundred yards from the house. The place was so sheltered from observation that one might pass within twenty feet of it and never know of the existence unless the sound of its waters rushing over the rocks should reveal it.
   My uncle's scheme was agreeable to us, for while we never expected to commit any flagrant acts against the government, we all had some near and dear to us in the Southern army, and if one of these had asked us for bread we could never given him a stone.


   We went to work and filled hampers with cakes, ham, pickles, and other picnic accompaniments, then clambered down the steep hillside to the"boundless contiguity of shade" in whose depths Minnehaha's sparkling waters gushed, gurgled, and rushed over the precipice below. We sat down in the cool shade and after we had discussed matters and things in general, and inconvenient oaths in particular, we began to spread our lunch. In the midst of our preparations our attention was arrested by the sound of stealthy footsteps about us.  Presently a low voice called: "Mr. S-----!"
   My uncle in reply advanced cautiously in the direction of the sound to reconnoitre, and directly laughingly greeted some one, saying:
   "Come down and join us in celebrating the glorious Fourth!"
   Immediately a well-known citizen of our town and his wife joined our party. "I am no rebel," said this man, "but I cannot take the oath, so wife and I slipped away with our lunch, and knowing of this retired spot, concluded to celebrate in a quiet way here."
   Before very long footsteps were again heard, and almost instantly a merry party rushed down upon us, thinking they had the field to themselves.
   "Well, well! What means this gathering of the clan among the trees?" asked one.
   "It is a new species of treason, " replied a ready-witted one, "we are dodging the oath."
   We spent the day very pleasantly, notwithstanding our uneasiness for fear of detection and a slight feeling that we were not acting exactly fair and square, certainly, at least, not open and above board.
   Toward nightfall we crept cautiously back to the open ground, found all serene, and returned in peace to our homes.  The strange part of this unique affair was the fact that of that Fourth of July party, so averse to taking the oath of allegiance, two-thirds were natives of free States--Ohio, Illinois, and New Hampshire; the others, Southerners by birth. Perhaps some who were members of that party may read this sketch far away from the brink of limpid Minnehaha; others of us are still near this scene, and often recall the events of that day and those times, and feel, with Franklin, that "there never was a good war nor a bad peace." The big celebration in town went off to the satisfaction of the originators of it, and the oath was administered to hundreds loyal and disloyal. Our little party was not missed and for the time being enjoyed immunity from a compact so distasteful, but their time came later on when they understood better the exigencies of war, and the pill was not so bitter to swallow. After 1862 the Fourth of July was scarcely celebrated at all with us until the cruel war was over. Then kindred and friends, Union and Confederate alike, a reunited band, celebrated a glorious Fourth not far from Minnehaha's sparkling fountain. Some heart would ache, some tears would flow for missing ones who "slept the sleep that knows no waking," but all tried to be cheerful and content; no resentment was felt, or, if felt, was not manifested. Our flag, the banner that " Waves o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave," unfurled its folds in the summer breeze, over those lately foes, now friends, with a common interest---"the Union, one and inseparable."


   One instance illustrative of the conditon of affairs social during the war was in some respects peculiar. This was the marriage of a young lady, a ward of a loyal citizen and a member of his household, to a Confederate soldier. The groom slipped within the Union lines to be married. The loyal guardian of the young bride gave a sumptuous wedding feast, to which he invited friends of both parties, Union and Confederate alike.
   Another instance of the better feeling that prevailed at that time was an affair most touching. A young man, indeed a mere boy, belonging to one of the best families, enlisted in the Confederate army. He was killed, poor boy, soon after his enlistment. When his father heard of his death he procured a metallic coffin and traveled two hundred miles in a wagon to bring home for burial the body of his son. He supposed, of course, that the remains had been thrown into a ditch, with no covering but his army blanket, as the stern necessities of war often rendered necessary. He found, however, that of the sixteen killed in the company, his son alone was buried in a coffin, and his grave was marked by a wooden slab bearing his name--"Spencer McCoy."


   The father was deeply moved. He inquired of some one standing near by whom this act of kindness was performed , and was told that Captain T---, then in command of the Union forces in possession of the place, had bought the doffin, had the young Confederate decently buried and his grave marked. The father sought Captain T---- and thanked him warmly, at the same time asking him why he had selected his dear boy, from the many who fell that dreadful day, for this mark of kindness.
   "My wife wrote me," replied the captain, "that during the severe weather of the past winter she was at one time entirely without fuel or money to buy it, and that a neighbor across the street, hearing of her condition, took a wagon and team, drove to the country, procured and brought her a load of wood. She said the man's name was M----; that he was a Confederate, and had a son in General S---'s command in the Confederate army.  When this battle occurred between General S----'s corps and our forces, the Confederates were defeated and driven from the field, I noticed in the reports of the slain who were left within our lines, one named M----. Upon inquiry I found he was the son of the benefactor of my family. I was gratified that I was here to do what I could for your son."  This was in the fiercest of the conflict.
    War is a dreaful thing, and while it often furnishes opportunity and excuse for lawlessness, and develops vicious natures, yet it calls forth the noblest traits in humanity--unselfishness, forbearance, and the greatest of all, charity. When "Withered was the garland of war, The soldier's pole was fallen," when hearts were sore, when triumph dwelt in the hearts of some and defeat humiliated others, that so little was said or done to offend or distress, is to me a wonderful thing. It was the victory of the better nature.
Peace hath her victories, No less renowned than war.
  
  
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