By Kyra R. Greene
As I was preparing to start my new teaching job at San Diego State University in the fall of 2007, I got a call from my father. It was an ordinary call at first, but then he got serious.
He wanted to know if I was planning to join my university’s faculty union. I knew the answer to that question right away: “Yes, Dad.”
After all, with me, our family would enter our third generation as trade unionists — while black. [Read more…]