No Country for Middle-Aged MenTom Hazel worked for three decades in a blazing hellhole to get his pension. But the financial geniuses who took over his plant had other ideas.— By Sasha Abramsky
TOM HAZEL had six months to go. He'd been at his job at the aluminum plant in Longview, Washington, for 29 years and six months. Under his union contract, he was eligible to retire with a full pension—about $1,000 a month, or $37.50 for each year of employment—when he hit his 30th anniversary.
It was a promise that had kept him going for decades in a job that otherwise had little to recommend itself. Temperatures in the foundry soared well past 100 degrees; workers were required to wear respirator masks, into which they tore holes to smoke cigarettes as they lugged massive iron studs and jackhammers. Once, a guy was effectively cut in half when a piece of machinery fell on him; other men were electrocuted, or burned to death by molten metal. Aluminum workers are also at elevated risk of leukemia and a host of lung diseases. "I don't know how many times I thought about quitting," one of Hazel's colleagues admits. "But I thought, 'Boy, I've got too many years invested here. I can't afford to give up those years.'"
The attitude was common: Aluminum offered men with no college a ticket into the middle class, into one of the cozy wooden houses lining the town's side streets, and eventually into a comfortable retirement. Young men were brought into the factory by fathers, uncles, brothers. "They used to call it the mill flunkies. You'd hire in, show up every day, do the job you're supposed to do, and you thought you were going to be taken care of," recalls Hazel's union president, Bill Hannah, who joined the company at age 19. Less than an hour's drive north of Portland, the town of 35,000, originally designed by the Long-Bell Lumber Company as part of the World War I-era City Beautiful movement, retained a close-knit working-class culture; even the restaurants were unionized well into the 1980s.
Hazel spent a lot of time thinking about what he would do once he got that pension at age 50. "I would have maybe worked part time somewhere, moved up to Hood Canal or the coast," he says. "I like clamming and crabbing and getting oysters. You just walk right out on the beach and rake 'em up; take out your boat and drop your crab pots." ..........(more)
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