werenât even close. Management offered no staffing relief, no patient-safety concessions. Nothing on forced overtime or floating. Needless to say, no raise. The hospitalâs crying poverty, which is a load of crap.â
âFinancial statements?â Ron asked, leaning forward. He loved money talk.
âIâm getting a specialist to take a look. At a glance it seems like the hospital had a stellar past five years, which is probably one reason Coventry snapped it up in the first place. But thereâs a few weird things going on with wholly-owned subsidiaries that Iâm curious about.â
âExcuse me,â I said, breaking up their little tête-à -tête. âBut how come these nurses are so ready to walk out? Theyâre looking at a strike that could go into Christmas.â
âThe hospitalâs sent every signal that theyâre not going to budge, and the nurses know it. Theyâre practically being locked out as it is.â
âAny allies on the board of directors?â
âOne or two. We have a source on the board who should come through for us in a day or two on that.â
You had to hand it to Weingould, he never threw you into a situation without thoroughly prepping you. Mary Bridget might have to program reminders of his wifeâs birthday into his computer for him, but he knew the details of what was happening in every single one of the forty campaigns he had going nationwide.
âWhatâs our time line?â said Ron.
âThe local took a strike vote that goes into effect at the will of the bargaining team, which could be soon if there continues to be no movement. The vote was at ninety-three percent. Can you have Nicky up there pronto?â
âBy this weekend. Whoâs the MFWIC again?â Ron asked. (MFWIC, pronounced âmiffwick,â was an old campaign acronym which meant âmother-fucker-whatâs-in-charge.â) âTony something?â
âTony Boltanski,â said Weingould in clipped, flat tones, as if he were some sort of FBI agent filling another agent in on Tonyâs sordid past.
âWhatâs his story?â
âWe got him from SEIU. He ran that Connecticut election that won the whole Fairhaven system. A month into that campaign the hospital had him roughed up by some security guards. He told them heâd take it out of their sorry asses, and he stayed there, getting in their faces for two years, until they won that thing. Heâs a good guy.â
Tony Boltanski was a good guy, all right. The best. The American worker had no better friend than Tony Boltanski, veteran of the Smithson Mine strike, the Superlink Telephone lockout, and the Hedgerow Farms blueberry pickersâ famous 1989 boycott. The tougher a fight looked to be, the faster Tony was there.
Tony Boltanski was a real pro, and the Toilers had been smart to hire him. He was also a self-centered, pugnacious, uncompromising emotional deaf-mute whom I had no wish to see again, let alone be cooped up with for the duration of what promised to be a bitter andprolonged strike that the public would regard with little initial sympathy. Nurses leaving their patients was right up there with police officers or firefighters walking off the job.
âAnd Murray?â said Ron. âAnything to watch out for there?â
âJust take a look at her,â Weingould said, grabbing a videocassette from a shoe box, which he then kicked under his desk. âThis is from the Nursesâ March on Washington last January,â he said. âThe ANA was there, SEIU, AFSCME, everyone whoâs into nurses. Murray was one of the leadoff speakers. Youâll see she knows how to handle herself. Damn it, what happened to the volume? Wait.â
He fiddled with a few push buttons, turning off the videocassette player by accident. Noisy static filled the screen.
âMary Bridget!â Weingould bellowed. She was already at the door. They
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