Company Finks 2009

learn-ny is a 2009 version of the company fink
They packed the hearings with their folks last Friday at the Governance Hearings You can even spot some of their handlers in the slide show above. Their funding no doubt comes from the same source that puts up all the posters in the subways and buses. If you go to their web site there's a comment from a parent

"I love my school. We are a family oriented school and everyone is moving from good to great. Teachers and staff are on point and students are learning as well." Audrey Mitchell, PS/MS 149

I know this school very well. It's a school that is "in need of improvement" run by a leadership academy principal. It will eventually close despite the political connections and the tuchis leching. Enough said. People can be easily manipulated. The UFT has a political agenda as well but in the battle between the "company" and the union I'll be on the side of the union
In the Lingan Strike the Company Finks saw the error of their ways
from a great Canadian singer I recently discovered, Maria Dunn

"In 1882, coal miners in the town of Lingan, Cape Breton, went on strike for the right to unionize. Within a few months, mine owners imported Scottish miners in an effort to break the strike. However, when the Scots arrived and realized the role they were meant to play, they refused to go to work. I first read about this incident in a book called Working People: An Illustrated History of Canadian Labour by D. Morton & T. Copp (1980). Thank you to Kate Currie, Archival Researcher at the Beaton Institute in Cape Breton for further assistance with research materials."
We're all the way from Lanarkshire, we’re thirty hardy men
And we've crossed the bold Atlantic to the shores of Cape Breton
They told us there'd be honest work, there's scarce of that at home
But today we lay our tools down as if that coal was stone
As if that coal was stone
For Lingan we were headed, boys, and thought we had it made
A rich seam lay in waiting for our skilled and eager trade
But just before we landed, well the story it came 'round
That a hundred solid local men would not go underground
Would not go underground
And here we are but poor men, three thousand miles we've gone
But we can see, as clear as day, the right man from the wrong
The right man from the wrong
The tale was too familiar-we'd been through the same at home
Where a man could labour years and still be cast out on his own
If ever he should fall sick or be injured in the mine
It's as if he'd never given of his breath or of his time
His breath or of his time