Construction industry -- Fiction; Labor unions -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Strikes and lockouts -- Fiction
During these first four years no man could have served the union
better. But here ended the stretch of Foley's history on which Tom would
not have passed harsh judgment; and here began the period whose acts of
corruption and oppression were now moving in burning procession through
Tom's mind. It is a matter of no moment whether Foley or the employers
took the initiative in starting him on the new phase of his career as a
labor leader. It is axiomatic that money is the ammunition of war; among
the employers there were many who were indifferent whether this
ammunition was spent in fighting or in buying. On the other hand,
Foley's training on the street and in Dan McGuire's ward was not such as
to produce an incorruptible integrity. It is only fair to Foley to say
that the first sums he received were in return for services which did
not work any injury or loss to the union. It was easy to excuse to
himself these first lapses. He knew his own worth; he saw that men of
much less capacity in the employ of the bosses were paid big salaries.
The union paid him thirty dollars a week. "Who's hurt if I increase my
salary to something like it ought to be at the expense of the bosses?"
he reasoned; and took the money with an easy conscience.
This first "easy money" made Foley hungry for more. He saw the many
opportunities that existed for acquiring it; he saw where he could
readily create other opportunities. In earlier days he had envied
McGuire the chances that were his. He had no reason to envy McGuire now.
During the first three or four years of his administration there was no
opposition to him within the union. His work was too strenuous to be
envied him by any man. But after the union had become an established
power, and the position of walking delegate one of prominence, a few
ambitious spirits began to aspire to his job. Also there began to be
mutterings about his grafting. A party was formed which secretly busied
itself with a plan to do to him what he had tried to do to Dan McGuire.
He triumphed, as McGuire had triumphed. But the revolution, though
unsuccessful, had a deep lesson for him. It taught him that, unless he
fortified it, his position was insecure. At present he was dependent for
its retention upon the favor of the members; and favor, as he knew, was
not a dependable quantity.
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