pull up the covers
what crazy souls brave such snow?
just those we pay least
we aspire to be paid more
so we needn't work so hard
#tanka (5-7-5-7-7 #haiku #senryu) #poem #ShortPoem #MinimumWage #EssentialServices #Capitalism #Inequality #narrative #society
We pay according to skill, or so goes the narrative, but there are other things people bring to the job.
Later we talk as if those making better money "worked harder", when often that skill we're paying for means they worked less hard.
And then later we indulge a narrative that money measures virtue or contribution.
What of the virtue of reliably being on the job on a snowy day, with no pay at all for the time it takes to shovel out one's own car or wait in the cold for mass transit to ploddingly get one to work?
...of accepting hard work at minimum pay just to feed yourself or your family?
...of listening to the self-righteous narratives of the rich about who works harder or takes the risk and not just pulling pitchforks out of the closet and storming the castle?
Are these not virtues, too?
Our grocery store workers, our gas station attendants, our fast food workers, mail carriers, our teachers, our nurses, our government officials. Those who provide essential services. Do we dignify these people with our respect? With a proper wage? Paying a lesser wage helps us feel better about ignoring them.
Maybe paying better would reshape our notion of how much things cost. Is that different than saying it's more important that things be cheap than than things be just? Is that OUR philosophy of virtue?
These other virtues of essential workers are invisible to capitalism's theory of value. They are just another externality we allow capitalism to suck dry without having to financially account.
Capitalism says it doesn't pay retail and restaurant workers well because they don't bring a skill. Anyone could do what they do.
Could they? Really? I don't know if I could.
Maybe these are just fictions we tell ourselves so we feel good pulling up the covers and going back to sleep on mornings like this. Those of us who get to, I mean.
Sleep well.