Labor Day Reflection

By David P. Dolgen
Sometime about thirty five or forty years ago, I had my last
Labor Day Parade experience with my father. Participating in
the New York City Labor Day Parade with him was one of
those wonderful emotional mixes of a sons obligation to his
father, to do what his father expected of him, and an honest
sense of enthusiasm and pride.
The obligation was easy to understand. My father was a very important labor leader in New
York. Every Labor Day he lead one to two thousand of the members of his Local Union #10 of
the International Ladies Garment Workers Union up Seventh Avenue, along with thousands of
other union members from a variety of New York City AFL-CIO affiliated unions to celebrate
their day, a day that they owned, Labor Day. He expected his sons, and particularly me, his
youngest, to accompany him with pride at the head of his contingent. It was a matter of honor
and respect and I understood it without anyone having to explain it to me.
Every year he would have his men assemble wearing black slacks, and crisp white sleeveless
shirts. They were clothing cutters, the elite of his industry, the most highly educated, skilled,
and well paid members of the entire union. At its industry peak in New York City, about seven
and a half thousand clothing cutters would supply goods for the entire organized ladies
garment trade in all of New York. These were proud and lucky men who made a good wage, in
what was then a strong domestic unionized industry. They knew that their fortune was built on
the backs of men like my father who had organized their trade when it consisted of sweat shops
exploiting the waves of immigrants arriving incessantly at places like New Yorks Ellis Island.
So these loyal activists would line up every Labor Day, assembled by clubs that consisted
within the local itself. These clubs were organized like political party cells. They were based
upon the manufacturing subset of the local. For instance, there were clubs for coat cutters, dress
cutters, underwear and negligee cutters, sportswear cutters, and so on. This was part of the
brilliance of my fathers political machine. He had layers of loyal union men organized by subtrade and therefore had a ton of deep leadership to call upon for events like the Parade. This
organizational structure came in handy for other critical causes such as political campaigns,
union organizing campaigns, support of other unions and their causes, civil rights and other
social advocacy rallies and protests (such as the 1963 March on Washington at which my father
lead thousands of his men down to D.C. to support A. Phillip Randolph, Bayard Rustin and
Martin Luther King).
So these were the elite combat forces, so to speak, of my fathers local. They were the best
organized, most widely recognized group of labor activists in New York City at the time. When
their leadership called upon them, they showed up. And I, like them, showed up when Abe
Dolgen called upon me.

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I would stand in the heat of Seventh Avenue in New Yorks Garment District, watching these
men assemble and feel the great pride to be standing next to my father at the head of these
brigades. They would carry yard sticks over their right shoulders, as soldiers carry their riffles.
Many of them were in fact veterans of either Korea or WWII. They had plenty of combat
experience. They had fought the anti-union goons in organizing campaigns. They had fought
the mob influences in their industry (some, like my father, more than others). They had fought
for our country. Some fought to escape Nazism. Some survived the Holocaust. Some, like my
father survived the Russian Revolution and the Civil War that followed. I was proud to be
among them and to be by my fathers side, by their leaders side.
As I marched uptown unto Fifth Avenue and then past the reviewing stands, I remember the
international President of the AFL-CIO, George Meany and his wife, recognizing me and calling
out to me from the stands. It was the most wonderful place to be. I was expected to be there and
I wanted to be there. I cherished those times.
Clearly as a teenager, marching with my yardstick over my right shoulder, I had no idea that I
was witnessing the apex of the American Labor movement and in fact my fathers union. The
years and decades that have past have seen the diminishment of organized labor in America.
However, it has not diminished what organized labor has accomplished for America and what
men like my father did for their country.
On this Labor Day I remind myself and any others that may read this that my father was a great
man. What he worked for and accomplished was honorable. He helped our country become a
place of greater social decency. I miss him very much.
What I also miss is the sense of pride and obligation that I used to have back in those days. I do
not feel obligated to stand side by side anyone in any parade. I am not familiar with any leaders
who would inspire that sense of obligation or pride of being in their presence. I sense that our
country has a growing lack of leadership and that few of us would care at all to march
anywhere with anyone for anything. I hope that changes. I sense that it must.
But for now, on a personal level, I look back at those Labor Days and those Parades and honor
the man I loved the most, my father. I thank him for what he was to me and for what he did for
his men and our country.
David P. Dolgen resides in the San Diego area where he is active in a variety of civic, cultural and business
activities and along with his wife, Ellen Sarver Dolgen, is a principal in their private investment firm Dolgen
Ventures. He has been active in politics for over fifty years, since his parents first took him to his first political rally
to hear Eleanor Roosevelt speak on behalf of Adlai Stevensons campaign for President in 1956. Most recently he
served as a member of the Obama for America National Finance Committee and as a founder and Co-Chair of the
San Diego Obama, Jewish Community Leadership Committee. His diverse professional life has spanned activities in
politics, banking, and real estate. His early political life and activities centered on the civil rights movement, voter
registration campaigns, labor politics, and support for Israel.

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