Megan Svoboda

Our time has come, New York. Our time is now.

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Unite & Win sessions will cover: 🤝Building multiracial, multilingual campaigns 🏛️How federal workers can organize when their rights are under attack ⛏️Organizing in the South ☀️Climate and labor organizing And that’s just the FIRST DAY! See the program below for the full list.

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This is your LAST WEEK to RSVP for Unite & Win: An EWOC Organizing Conference, June 27–29 in Detroit. Get your tickets by May 16 to learn how to organize your workplace, connect with other worker-organizers, and build power together. RSVP 🔗👇

Slimey is here to countdown just 1 day until we vote yes in our union election! Slimey reminds us that every voice, no matter how big or small, can make an impact 🧡 #sesamestreet #sesameworkshop #sesameworkersunion #1u #union

After 58 days on strike, Alamo Drafthouse workers in NYC have won big. The strike began when management suddenly fired 70 workers, and now every single laid off worker will get their job back thanks to the union power of @nycalamounited. Strikes work.

STRIKE WON! ALL JOBS ARE BACK!

ASL interpreters in Puerto Rico are reading and talking and meeting and agitating and taking on the boss

Sesame Workshop management is refusing to recognize or bargain with @SesameWorkersU. Workers voted to unionize, and management laid off a third of its workforce without severance. This cannot stand. @SesameWorkshop must join these workers at the bargaining table immediately.

These brave Jewish students are demonstrating with their bodies what makes Jewish thought and ethics so profound and invaluable.🕊️

We aren’t Democrats or Republicans. We’re trade unionists.  And when you come after workers, you’re going to find us standing shoulder to shoulder, ready to fight back.

The Trump-Musk war against workers continues. Last night, Trump issued a blatantly illegal executive order essentially destroying AFGE & NTEU, the unions representing federal employees. The Oligarchs don’t like unions. We do. Let’s stand together against this assault on workers.

Our union-busting scab of a president is selling out the working class so his billionaire pals can gut the public sector and make a profit off of it. We won’t stand for it. My statement:

Trump administration moves to end union rights for many federal workers This is NOT just about federal workers! This is about all of us. thehill.com/homenews/admin…

whatever ICE says about targeting "bad guys", remember that they came hard and early for union organizers. grocery and farmworkers pushing back nationally. ways to help: labornotes.org/blogs/2025/03/…

Today ICE agents detained the prominent farmworker organizer Alfredo Juarez, also known as Lelo, in Washington State. Community groups allege that agents broke Lelo’s car window to apprehend him, violating his constitutional rights. They are calling for his immediate release.

Alfredo "Lelo" Juarez, 25, has organized on behalf of farmworkers rights in Washington state since he was 14 years old. st.news/3QJZHJA

While many knew Hossam as a fearless journalist, there was so much more to him. He was a young man with dreams, with a sense of humor, and a heart full of life. He loved dressing well, even in the middle of chaos, once joking: “What if I run into a cute girl while reporting? I want to look good!” Hossam had crushes. He wanted to fall in love, to build a family, to be a husband and a father. He talked about the future like he believed in it — like it was something real and reachable. He wanted more than headlines and frontlines. He wanted soft mornings, quiet dinners, laughter with loved ones. He dreamed of leaving Gaza someday, saying, “When this is all over, I’m taking a long break — I want to visit a beautiful country.” He longed for peace — not just for his people, but for his own soul. A chance to breathe freely, to explore, to just be. He grew up by the sea and loved seafood deeply. The ocean was part of him — he’d smile and say, “I love everything seafood — I grew up with it.” There was something about the water that calmed him, something that reminded him of home, even as the world around him was in pieces. At night, you’d find him with his headphones on, listening to music — especially Palestinian songs. He’d spend time during the day downloading them so he could escape into melodies once the city quieted down. It was his small form of peace — rhythm in the middle of ruin. He was pure. He was innocent. There was a gentleness in him that never hardened, even in war. A softness that stayed untouched by the noise around him. He believed in beauty, in love, in something better. And that is how he should be remembered — not just as a journalist, but as a young man who wanted to live.