...considering the "union" message in the OP, and your post.
When my Mom was about 12 or 13, she had a BFF named Freida. This was in East Jesustan, a Southern cotton mill town.
Freida's parents were divorced, and her Dad was a traveling union organizer in the cotton mills. That was a most unhealthy profession a few decades ago. The pushback from the mill owners was vicious. Though not many people seem to know it, one of the biggest strikes in American history took place at the mills around Gaffney, SC. The strike finally ended when the Governor called in the SC National Guard, and some strikers got shot. In the back. The mill owners also often used the local KKK as their proxies.
When Freida's dad got assigned to a job in North Carolina, he invited her to visit. She invited my Mom, who had never been away from home and naturally pitched a fit to go. After much begging/reluctance, her parents let her.
About a week after the girls came back from their vacation, Freida's Dad was shot and killed, right in his hotel. AFAIK, the killer was never caught.
Full disclosure: given the extracurricular activities of Freida's dad, the killer could have very well been an angry husband/father/brother/ex-girlfriend.
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To Frieda's dad.
