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GE Workers on Strike: Building Planes That Fly Through Storms, But Can’t Afford an Umbrella


The picket line outside the GE Aerospace plant in Cincinnati looked less like a labour protest and more like a neighbourhood cookout gone wrong. Workers stood around in hoodies, holding cardboard signs, passing around gas-station coffee like it was holy water. A few even brought lawn chairs, because if you’re going to fight corporate America, you might as well sit down while doing it.

Union leader Mike had planted himself on a plastic milk crate like it was a stage. His voice was scratchy from years of cigarettes and pep talks, but his delivery could’ve given a politician goosebumps.

“Folks,” Mike said, raising a rusty bolt high in the air like it was Excalibur, “without us, these planes don’t move. This little guy right here—this is the backbone of American aviation.”

Everyone cheered, half because they believed it and half because they were bored. The truth? Mike’s job inside wasn’t exactly rocket science. More like “find the donuts, hand out the donuts.” But during a strike, everyone got promoted to visionary.





Joe, standing a few feet away in a faded Browns jacket, yelled back:
“Man, all I do is tighten bolts. If I stop, are we really saying the Air Force gets grounded? Come on.”

The line erupted in laughter. Even the guy holding the “Fair Pay Now” sign almost dropped it, he was laughing so hard.

Still, nobody missed the weight behind the jokes. Bills were piling up. Groceries weren’t getting cheaper. One guy whispered that he had pawned his lawnmower just to cover rent.

Inside the glassy headquarters, the execs were sipping iced lattes and looking at spreadsheets. One leaned back in a swivel chair and said,
“They’ll cave. A strike’s just a contest to see who can starve first. Trust me, we’ve got deeper pockets.”

That line never left the boardroom, but the workers felt it anyway. Hunger is its own loudspeaker—it growls in your stomach until everyone hears it.

Around noon, the skies opened up. Rain poured like someone had turned on a giant sprinkler over Ohio. Workers flipped their protest signs over their heads. Soggy cardboard umbrellas everywhere.

Derek, the wisecrack of the group, deadpanned:
“Isn’t it funny? We build planes that can fly through storms at 30,000 feet. Meanwhile, we can’t afford a $10 umbrella from Walmart.”

Everyone cackled. Even Mike lost his serious tone for a second. Still, he climbed back on his milk crate, dripping wet, and yelled,
“Brothers and sisters! This fight is about survival! We must stay serious!”

That made them laugh harder. Because really—how do you “stay serious” when your shoes are soaked, your stomach’s empty, and your cardboard sign is melting onto your head?

And yet, they stayed. With jokes, with laughter, with soggy shoes. Because sometimes humour is the only thing that keeps a strike alive.

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