WITH UNION IN MY BLOOD BY DAYQUAN MOELLER 

In June, I was in the passenger seat of my sister’s car on the way to lunch together. With a little time to spend, I opened a three-ring binder and began highlighting names in a spreadsheet. A confused look came upon her face. 

“What’s that?” she asked. “Work.” I replied. She laughed. At the time, I was less than two months into my first campaign as an organizer with my union, UNITE HERE! Local 11, and until that very moment, I am pretty sure my sister thought being on staff with the union basically meant I was a paid protestor. It never crossed her mind that I would also make spreadsheets, answer emails, and do other “real job” activities.  (MORE)