I love the state of Michigan. I grew up there. I may live in Iowa, but my mancave is adorned in maize-and-blue. I still allow the Detroit Lions to rip my still-beating heart of out of my chest and show it to me 16 Sundays per year. I use Detroit Red Wings championship banners for curtains. I can still recite the entire everyday lineup – in order – of the 1984 World Series champion Detroit Tigers.
I say this to point out I am one of you. Heck, I was also a Teamster. I worked at the nation’s first automated...











An Open Letter to Michigan’s Workers