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December 14, 2017

By Michael Berthelot

On our own from nine to nine,
Working the press till the ink runs dry.
Ragged and exhausted, no hope in sight,
Until together combined, one force, one fight.
Nine to nine to nine at most,
In 1872, Toronto united, and a new epoch to toast.
A long time ago, and a battle won,
But unbeknownst to most, a war just begun.

June 16, 2014

“I’d like to be able to find full-time work in journalism, but those jobs are hard to find,” says Why Unions Matter winner Matt Creed. “I know I’m not the only one in this grind—seems like everybody is going through the same thing right now.”