The Hate Movement began during the Obama Administration and has continued on into the Trump Administration. I am writing this as a historical record of what has happened to me over the last 8 years so that future generations can learn from the mistakes of the past, and I do not mean mine.
The last 8 years of my life have been nothing short of terrifying. Terrifying that American society has sunk this low. I am a highly educated person, having earned a master’s degree in 2003. Until March of 2009, I worked for a Canadian insurance company with a salary of $45,000 per year. I lived in a condo, owned a vehicle and lead a fairly normal life. My relationship of 13 years had ended a few years before leaving me in debt as I had supported us for most of those 13 years.
Because of the debt, which was not only accumulated by me, but I was the one stuck with paying it off after the relationship ended, I was staying with a friend as I could not afford to rent an apartment of my own. When that ended I rented a room from a stranger.
The house I lived in was shared by my landlord and another man who was an artist. I had a small room on the first floor. Having gone from a condo to a room I had to put most of my belongings in storage. This was a huge adjustment for me as I had lived on my own in apartments or condos since age 18. I did not feel like myself living in a stranger’s house, having to live by their rules. I had always been very independent and responsible. Not only had my relationship ended but so had my independence.
When looking at stories on social media, one can see how damaging fake news can be to those the stories are about, The only purpose of a rumor is to do another damage or harm. It is a non physical form of violence. Once out there, it can not be taken back. I wondered what the laws of Judaism said about rumors and false information. I did some research into the subject and found some interesting information.
One of the 613 Mitzvot or laws in the Torah states not to carry tales, Lev 19:16. It has been said that disparaging speech kills three; the person who speaks it, the person who hears it, and the person about whom it is told, as found on the website Judaism 101. This includes gossip and slander. Judaism forbids causing any deception or embarrassment through speech. It is forbidden even if the statement is true. In order to understand this law from the Torah I wondered what the defiinition of speech is and if non-verbal forms of communication are considered speech. According to the website businessdictionary.com, the definition of non-verbal communication is: 1. Behavior and elements of speech aside from the words themselves that transmit meaning. Non-verbal communication includes pitch, speed, tone and volume of voice, gestures and facial expressions, body posture, stance, and proximity to the listener, eye movements and contact, and dress and appearance. Just because one is communicating in a non verbal way does not mean it is not speech.
If we are to put this definition into context with what is going on in the world around us today, it would imply that using appearance, gestures, facial expressions, body posture stance and proximity to the listener, if used to demean or cause a person personal or financial harm, is forbidden in Judaism, even if the statement is true. That would make cyberbullying, fake stories on social media, using ones clothing or appearance to demean another are serious sins.
There are circumstances however when tale-bearing is allowed. It is not commiting a sin if one is using speech to tell a story of another when it is a form of testimony. This can be interpreted as meaning if one is telling a story to defend oneself or another regarding legal matters or other instances when such speech is necessary.
Today almost everyone has access of some sort to the internet. Many people have social media accounts. Unfortunately some use these sights as a means of harming some in their community by spreading false rumors and tales. Our society has become dog eat dog, or in other words I need to be ahead of everyone else. This has become so consuming to the young generation that they are willing to through people sunder the bus so to speak in order to get ahead.
If this trend continues our society will be in serious trouble. Rumors affect the stock market, can ruin relationships, cause people to lose or not be able to obtain jobs. Rumors have a negative rippling effect and can cause an increase in poverty, homelessness and an unstable society and economy.
Before you follow the trend and post a rumor on Facebook or where clothing intented to annoy or embarass another, think about what that says about the kind of person you are, how you are affecting others and the look at the big picture about how that is affecting our society at large.
After seeing a job posting for Amazon on Indeed, I applied for a job in one of their warehouses. At the time I had no idea what I was getting myself into as I had never worked for an organization that big. I learned a lot, both good and bad. In the end, Amazon will not have me as a customer, let alone an employee.
After filling out several online forms, I was ready for my job at a warehouse in Bellevue, Washington. I was to work at the first Amazon Fresh, the Amazon food delivery. For the first two weeks of work they had me in the “chill” department. It was a section of the warehouse kept at 38 degrees farenheit. Amazon provided large jackets and gloves to wear while working in this section. They also provided packaged hand warmers for extra warmth. I started there in November in Seattle, where the weather outside pretty much matched the temperature inside. Our schedule was for 10 hours a day. We worked 4 days on, 3 off. We spent the entire time walking on cement floors, which make your feet begin to ache after about 5 or 6 hours. I was living in my van at the time and it never seemed like I could get warm.
Working and sleeping in the cold eventually made me sick. I asked to be moved to the warmer department and was allowed to work their sometimes, but often I would be called back to chill. Several of my coworkers found themselves sick as well. Amazon does have a nice system where one can take a generous amount of time off if needed. Soon after I began working we had mandatory overtime as the holiday season was upon us. The job was so physically demanding all I could do on my days off was sleep. I asked my younger coworkers what they did on their days off and every single one of them said, “sleep.” My feet constantly hurt, even on my days off. I began to swim at the gym to loosen my muscles up, which helped a little.
As the holidays drew near, it began to snow outside. Towards the end of our shift we had to load the trucks with the totes of food which meant working in very cold conditions. One night I worked in chill, had to load totes while it snowed outside and then sleep in my van which did not have any heat. The wages that are paid the warehouse workers are just slightly above minimum wage, making housing a hard thing to come by. When I could I stayed in a modest motel to be warm and safe.
At the warehouse I worked in it was very difficult to get a hold of human resources if you had a problem, as our representative was not there during our shift. Amazon did however have a medical office for minor injuries or safety hazards. Having served on the safety committee at my union, I decided to join the safety committee at Amazon. The employees seem dedicated to making the workplace safe. There are numerous hazards working in a warehouse.
Things at Amazon are always in constant change as the company is always looking for ways to improve processes. As the weather began to warm up, temporary workers were hired to load the trucks with the totes and the regular workers no longer had to do so, eliminating having to work in the evening cold.
I made a lot of good friends at Amazon and for the most part everyone got along. Matt was one of my supervisors and let me pick the jobs I wanted to do for the day. He had a great sense of humor and made the job fun not only for me but for everyone around him. His younger brother worked in the warehouse as well and they were very close. One day my friend Camron said he wanted to walk back with me to my department. He seemed to insist. I agreed, but thought it was strange. As we walked past a bulletin board I saw a notice about Matt. He had committed suicide and there was a card to sign for the family. I was crushed. Having lost a lot of friends already, I dealt with it fine, but was sad. Amazon did provide counseling for those that wanted to take advantage of that service, which I did.
During my first months at Amazon I noticed that a coworker seemed to always be on my bus. I never took the bus at the same time each day. Sometimes I arrived right before shift and sometimes I arrived a couple of hours early so I could eat a meal and relax before our long shift. One day I decided to test him and I arrived 3 hours early. He was on my bus. I decided to complain to security. They did not seem to take it seriously and said there was nothing they could do about things that happened away from work. Having had a female friend murdered, I take being stalked seriously. One morning he showed up where I was having breakfast. At that point I went to Human Resources, but no one ever did anything. At the time I did not contact police because the man who was stalking me was homeless and I did not want to be responsible for someone losing their job. Had I a chance to do it over, I would call the police. He would also taunt me during the work shift. His harassment and stalking continued while I worked there. I felt Amazon did not care about the safety of female employees.
Amazon announced that the warehouse would be moving and the current warehouse would close in June. They offered a transfer to another warehouse or one could move to the new one. I wanted to attend school in southern California, so I asked for a transfer. I requested Los Angeles, but was offered a job in San Bernardino. I researched the distance to LA and found that the light rail went to downtown. I agreed to move and was promised $3,000 in relocation money. I researched the cost of housing in the San Bernardino area and found that it was plenty to make the move.
Upon arriving in San Bernardino I checked into a motel for a few days. I spent my time researching apartments and made a few appointments for dates that were after my first paycheck. I could take the bus to a distance about a half a mile away from the warehouse. It was summer in San Bernardino and some days were 110 degrees. By the time I reached the warehouse I was ready to pass out. I worked a few days and on the day my pay check was to go into my account, nothing was there. I went to Human Resources and they said it would come by check to the warehouse, even though I requested it to go into my account. My paycheck finally arrived but my relocation money was not included, as promised. After several phone calls I was told it could take several days. I told them it was not acceptable as I had moved from out of state and was told it would be on my first paycheck. They finally posted the money to my account, but when I checked I had only received $1600, when I had been promised $3,000. I was told I was given half that day and would receive the rest the next day. I was anxious to get a place to live as motels are expensive. The next day the money did not arrive. I called to find out what happened and they told me $1600 was all i was getting as the rest was taken out in taxes. This left me unable to rent an apartment. I was able to stay in the motel I started out in. I realized money was going to be tight and the bus was expensive, so I used some of the money to buy a bicycle to make sure I could make it to work every day.
My coworkers began to harass me about not living in an apartment. I was ganged up upon on a daily basis. The managers did as well. I spent the first 3 weeks of employment at that warehouse in Human Resources trying to stand up for myself for all of the things that were going wrong. Even though I had documented proof, I was always told nothing could be done.
My co workers continued to harass me on a daily basis in many shapes and forms. I was the only Jew in the warehouse that I knew of. I was also older than most of my coworkers, which had not been the case in Seattle. I felt like I was a walking target. I complained to managers, but nothing was done. I began going to HR, but nothing was done. I began to miss work as I could not take the harassment any longer. Then I was fired for missing too much work. I appealed the termination. At the meeting with the warehouse manager, he provided me a sheet of my attendance for the entire time I worked for the company. He stated that my attendance had been great until around the second week of August. I told him that is when the harassment began to get really bad. I told him I had made complaints to management and HR. I lost my appeal. I had one more recourse. That was to go to the ethics committee.
The ethics committee is an outside agency that Amazon hire. I told them my story in detail and it was determined that Amazon had wrongly terminated me. An HR manager was to help me find a job near Venice, where I eventually moved. I applied to openings but quickly was denied. I kept in contact with the HR manager and he kept telling me he would see what he could do. Losing my job had made me homeless and after a few months I realized Amazon was not going to do anything to help me and I gave up. So Amazon has left me homeless.
Nothing about working at Amazon, not the pay, not the location, not the perks made working there worth while. The company is so big that pursuing any legal action is pointless, leaving workers with no recourse. My advise to those left at the warehouse would be to unionize. As a union the employees have means to fight against things like that which was done to me in both Seattle and San Bernardino. Without a union, Amazon will continue to pay low wages and rob their employees of their rights.
I am one of the many women who have experienced harassment only to have my complaints thrown to the wayside. The man who harassed me was a member of my synagogue. He and his wife invited me to stay with them for a while as they knew I did not have a place to stay. I was excited that members of my synagogue would be so kind. I was in the process of conversion and I was hoping to learn how a Jewish household was run, how to prepare Jewish food and celebrate holidays. I thought I might be able to help them out as well as their house and yard were big.
The first few weeks I was there they were away on a cruise and I watched their dog. Upon their return they became different people than the ones I had met at synagogue. They had always been friendly and kind. Now that I was living with them they suddenly changed. They began taunting me with things they found out about me. Nothing bad, but these were things that only my landlord who had sent me into homelessness would know. I realized they must somehow know her, probably through the senior services office she had worked at. A friend invited me out for a drink on my birthday and I was treated as though I was a minor, even though I was 54 at the time. I was told I wore children’s clothing, they insinuated that my ex’s family only pretended to like me, and on and on and on. It got worse instead of better. I knew through experience not to over react and leave, as I had no where to go. They knew this, and it was winter in Seattle. I bit my tongue at all of their verbal abuse and weathered out the winter.
The abuse was not only at home. He was active in the same political groups that I was and tried to sway their opinion of me for the worse rather than the better. This had an impact on my employment as the people involved in the political groups were also my employers. At Torah study they mocked me and carried on theatrics to make me look bad. I had no idea why they were doing these things to me and I was very hurt by it.
I moved out of their house and their abuse continued at political functions and at synagogue. I decided I could no longer be a door mat. I went to a demonstration at a Macy’s store by employees. I decided to join them as I had once worked their and agreed with their objections. While I was in the picket line he showed up and eventually walked up to me. I told him in a calm tone of voice, “I am going to ask you nicely to leave me alone.” He tried to say something and I repeated my words. He walked off and I hoped he would respect my wishes.
Instead of respecting my wishes, his abuse became worse. The theatrics at synagogue continued, and he and his wife constantly insinuated that I needed to be made homeless. The only reason I could think of that they acted this way was my former landlord. A convention was held in Seattle over a weekend. He tried to approach me, and I reminded him I had asked him to leave me alone. At one of the sessions he sat across the room from me, which I found acceptable. He them moved to a seat next to the woman I was sitting with. I reported this to the convention staff, yet he continued to harass me. At a meeting of the King County Labor Council he signed that he was going to take my seat away from me, which he was successful at doing. He took away my career at the union.
I take my time spent worshipping and studying Torah at synagogue very seriously. Having someone like him constantly harassing me was devastating, especially after what happened with the union. I complained to the synagogue staff about his behavior. nothing was done and the behavior continued. He sometimes acted like a small boy pestering a playmate and he often had a grin on his face. The continued harassment began to take a toll and was causing depression. Instead of being a victim I decided to take action. I tried to serve him with a restraining order. The police said they were unable to find his house. I went to court anyway and the judge did not do anything.
I finally moved away from Seattle, for many reasons, that being one of them. I am still dismayed at all he was able to do to try and destroy me. I spoke up and complained about what he was doing to me, something I would not have done in the past. No one would help me, they continued to support him and treated me like I was a pain in the ass. Members of my synagogue signed that they were going to make me homeless. Retaliation for speaking out.
I have not in my past accused a man of harassment. It took a lot of courage to speak up and to try and do something about someone who was not only harassing me, but trying to destroy my character and good name and was successful at it. I spoke the truth and was treated as a nuisance.
I am glad the women of Hollywood have been more successful than I at calling out bad behavior and that action is being taken. Nothing makes one feel so small as to have the courage to speak up and then to be ignored. It is time that we stop ignoring those who speak up. I was not sexually abused, but harassment is harassment. I think in horror about those who are sexually abused and ignored. It is an ill our society needs to fix as it leaves permanent scars.