After a long day at the office writing rec letters and thank you letters and request letters, I drove (!) home and got my bike and headed back to campus for a rally in support of Tulane’s Sodexo employees’ efforts to organize a union. I stood there with my bike and took this picture of a work speaking in front of McAlister Auditorium. She has worked at Tulane for 40 years. Since 1970. For longer than I’ve been alive. She makes less that $10 an hour after all that time. I put this into perspective for myself like this: when I stopped working at McDonald’s in Boise, Idaho in 1993, I made $5.25 an hour. As a high school student with a young and healthy body and no one to support except myself. I saved all those pennies and bought my first laptop computer for my first year at college, which I attended on full scholarship. I made $10 an hour at my work study job. In 1994. I made more money than this woman who has worked here for decades doing work that is far more demanding than my work study job sitting around at the Women’s Center, reading books and chatting with my friends who worked there too. After graduation I made $12-$16 an hour as a temp, and then $9 an hour at that video store in DC. And this woman is making less than $10 an hour after forty years of labor at a fancy private school with a huge endowment. Because this is how contract labor works. I stood there with my bike, wondering how we know these things, how we understand and feel these massive inequities, and honestly consent to live in this world.