Remember the Triangle Fire Today

108 years ago immigrant girls died

locked in.  Fire and they

jumped ou  the window on Washington and Greene.

We stand there for them now for everyone

in Southeast Asia still locked in

Bangladesh China India Vietnam

women and men  factories not so different

we stand there with workers

knowing we are all of us workers

standing with them all what we have to do.

 

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

4 Comments

  1. My grandfather Joseph also worked at the Triangle Factory after he arrived in New York from the Ukraine, but was fortunate to leave that job before the fire. He crossed the river to Brooklyn to work in another textile factory, where he married one of the boss’ daughters. Yes, we should stand in solidarity with all the women and men today who still work in exploitative sweatshop conditions.

      1. That episode also appears in my book. I’m making progress. Next stop is the 1979 New Outlook conference in DC, when Zev/Paul said I should look for Esther with the flaming red hair, and ask her if I can stay at her place for a month. Among other things, that’s when I was introduced to cable TV and the Ugly George show. You also told me to go to the Mudd Club – I did.

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