What is the International Women in Mining Community? International Women in Mining (WIM) Community www.womeninmining.net was established in 2007 and works to increase the participation and visibility of women in the mining industry. WIM facilitates stronger connections between women in mining groups around the world, their members and the many women working in mining not members of a local WIM group. WIM also provides support and advice to women who want to establish new women in mining associations. See page three for their full story!
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What is the International Women in Mining Community?
International Women in Mining (WIM) Community www.womeninmining.net was
established in 2007 and works to increase the participation and visibility of women
in the mining industry. WIM facilitates stronger connections between women in
mining groups around the world, their members and the many women working in
mining not members of a local WIM group. WIM also provides support and advice to
women who want to establish new women in mining associations. See page three
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Below is information on the organization as well as their mission. Their website contains a gallery of incredible photos to view. “We are currently developing projects to increase the number of women serving on boards; increase the number of women presenting at mining conferences; and improve the representation of women in the industry via improved stock photos. We are also establishing a research project to measure the contribution of women to local mining industries, and our goal is to be a think tank on issues surrounding women and mining.
International WIM Community also reaches out to ASM women and women not involved in the mining industry as workers, but who are nonetheless impacted by mining operations via “Women Affected by Mining” and works to include men in the gender dialogue, via its “Engaging Men” initiative. Through our initiatives we hope to be a participant in transforming/changing the mining industry for the better and help change male-dominated attitudes and behaviours, so that women thrive more and better. International WIM Community & other large local WIM groups are complimentary; we just focus on different issues. What we want to address
Image of mining unattractive to women but essential sector of the economy offering tremendous opportunities
Not enough women studying mining related degrees and trades and working in technical/operational roles
Not enough women rising through the corporate ranks (talent pipeline) and sitting on boards
Women don’t network at all or enough Vision
Change mining industry for the better Change male-dominated attitudes and behaviours, so that women thrive more and better Bring all mining groups and its members closer together Inspire the younger generation Help mining companies improve gender balance
(Cover Photo) Rustenburg (South Africa) (AFP) - Deep underground, where huge conveyer belts haul rocks to the surface, 33-year-old mother of two Bernice Motsieloa represents the quiet revolution transforming the macho culture of South African mining. Motsieloa is a shift supervisor at Anglo American's Bathopele platinum mine — one of several thousand female miners employed in a difficult and often dangerous environment traditionally dominated by men.
Mission
Supporting growth of female participation in the sector, from entry-level jobs to senior executive and board level
Developing international projects that contribute to positive change in the mining sector Providing information and access to contacts worldwide Increasing interaction globally via a dedicated discussion forum Fostering links between existing WIM groups and their members Representing women where there is no WIM group yet Encouraging and advising new WIM groups”
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When I went to my daughter’s high school to speak to her sophomore class about my work, she begged me, “please Maman, please don’t LAUGH. I’m serious: don’t laugh. “ Before cell phones existed, my partner in life and I would go to huge demonstrations or music festivals, and lose one another halfway thru. Somehow, we’d always find one another. I attributed it to having some
kind of lover’s radar. Then, when the kids came, it would still happen, they’d somehow always find me even in big department stores, even if I wasn’t on the same floor as them, or at the zoo when I would linger back not wanting to tear myself away from the hippopotamuses and they raced on to see the storks. They’d always find me. (My husband said he just stands still with the kids and listens. When he
In 1989, after 10 years as a bricklayer in the Bay Area/San Francisco, Stella Cheng won a fellowship from her union to learn traditional masonry techniques used on the restoration of the Reims Cathedral, in the champagne region of France. When her fellowship ended, Stella petitioned to be allowed to continue her training, despite being a woman and despite being an American. They made her jump through a hundred hoops, each with a different degree of difficulty but she did it. Stella continues to work, raise a family and write about her life in Rodez France.
hears it, he heads towards my laughter, wherever it may be.) I think I must have been a hairdresser in another life, because total strangers are always confessing deep dark secrets to me, and I always answer back something that lightens their load making us both burst out laughing. My Family thinks it comes from my Mother whose nickname for decades was “Heehaw “, after that TV show. They forget that I never laughed as a kid, at least not the kind that begins from the deepest part of your soul and picks up from the bottom of your stomach building as it explodes from your lungs until bursting out…it makes some people like my daughter, plug her ears. I don’t agree…with my family. I never laughed before I became a bricklayer. And while my mom used to love laughing, it was for different reasons than mine. The quality came from a different place. I learned to laugh instead of crying. Momma laughs when she finds the weak point in someone’s character or story. Mine sounds joyful, but it’s a form of coping with pain. My mom laughs to feel better about herself. I laugh because I find life absurd. My Black bricklaying brothers taught me that. When I began laying brick, no White contractor would hire me…the only contractor that would give me a chance, was a man who had experienced this himself. Being short and Black,
Clarence understood my being short and Asian. Tho’ those descriptions had nothing to do with who we were as people, that is how the world saw us. Other Blacks, who were having the same record of unemployment as me, went to work for Clarence too. Most of them had migrated from the Deep South. They had coping skills that they had learned for generations of living in a place that spat on them until they
left...for California. It wasn’t long before this Californian girl of 17 was picking up their accent, their lingo and the most precious of all, their means of survival
in a harsh world: knowing how to disperse despair by letting it out. I thank them all, my Brothers from local 3, Oakland. Clarence was always hollering at me in a way no one should be treated, beating me down with his words, telling me because of my apparent handicap (being of Asian descent, short AND the worst…female), I had to do better than everyone else. At one point, I had had enough and was shouting back, “I JUST wanna be as GOOD as everyone else!!! “ He said it would never be enough. He really hurt me the day of the apprentice contest. No one ever believed in me, except for my sister, Colleen. My parents beat me with their words, or if that wasn’t
enough, with long hard objects like broomsticks or baseball bats. They wouldn’t give up until I was a mass of bruises, which wasn’t bad if you considered what they did to my sisters. Without letting anyone know, I had been practicing. I had bought a truck full of concrete blocks, sand and a sack of lime. I was too tired to train after work, so I worked on the weekends, trying to shave off a few seconds for each lead I built. Leads are the corners of walls to which we hooked up lines, to which we filled in the void in between as followed the straightness and height of each course (of the block leads). It was for me: I wanted to work. The faster and straighter you built those leads, the more your chances of keeping your job. He should have believed in me. He should have been in my camp. When the competition started, I was sure that he was in my corner. For once, someone was on my side. We raced, sweating from both nervousness and speed. When the day was over, I came in second place, which no one in my union expected. I felt triumphant, the kid that the union would never send out, and the contractors that no one would hire, had come in second place amongst their fully employed sons and nephews.
That’s when I saw Clarence taking out his wallet and paying everyone with whom he had bet that I would finish last; that he knew my worth; which in his eyes wasn’t much. I still wasn’t laughing yet. I don’t remember anyone shaking my hand or tapping my back or congratulating me for 2nd place. I went home as alone as I had come. The boys went out to celebrate. They looked at me differently but I would never be a part of their club. Too short, my eyes too slanted, and too non-man. Even my own contractor had bet against me. We never talked about it. That was the dagger dug in too deep. I still feel its pain and surprise of being betrayed, so that he could be one of the boys, be one of them by treating me like shit. Months would pass. We were working at the Concord CA army installation. It was killingly hot out there in coco (Contra Costa) County. The temperature difference in the late afternoons when I would head home to cool San Francisco was forty degrees. Every day. 50º in the City, 90º in Concord. If it rose to 55º at home, it was 95º at work. One day, after building a lead, Clarence walked over and asked to see my four foot level. I handed it to him and wondered what was up. He checked the plumbness of my lead, now over five feet high, about our respective heights. He said, “Its off.”
Anyone who builds leads knows if it’s off or not. No use in denying what the level is showing. I confessed, “I know. It’s off by an eighth of an inch.” I didn’t rat on my coworkers’ leads which were off by three times mine. “I’ll bring it back in on the next level, after the scaffolding goes up,” I promised. Leads can be brought in or out and can seem perfectly straight if the wall is high enough and the mason aware of its direction. “Not good enough, Cheng,” he shook his head as if coming to realize that I was the loser he had always thought I was. I wondered if he were talking about the lead…or me. “That’s f-----g bullshit, Clarence. I said I’d bring it back in. An eighth of an inch is nothing in five feet!” I defended myself, railing against what the world thought of me, what myself had never believed: that I was shit. We exchanged words, getting louder and louder as we both lost control, forgetting the folks around us who had gathered around for this, eagerly looking forward to seeing Clarence getting his due, a punch in the place from which all his insults were flowing forth. Guys on job sites love to see a good fight break out, it cuts the tension. It didn’t happen. He had worked himself up into a red rage and I stepped back from my aggressive stance. He stormed off. When I could see nothing but the dust from his tires, I pushed, with all my might that stupid lead until it toppled over. This was no easy feat as this was
a military installation, meant to withstand bombs and aerial attacks. There were steel reinforcement bars in every other block, horizontal as well as vertical. What resisted me I smashed as I raised my steel-toed boots and destroyed until nothing was left intact. When Clarence came back, in control of himself, he saw what I had done: lost a day’s work, and a whole lotta blocks and mortar that would never be used again. “You said it wasn’t good enough, so I’m starting over.” “B-b-but, th-that’s not what I MEANT!” he stuttered in shock at the spectacle of what my anger had demolished. “It was ONLY an eighth off!!!” He cried out in disbelief. I thought he was gonna cry. When the day was over, and we climbed in the back of the pick-up that would bring us out of the complex, I was
miserable. I was sure that now, I would never find work again. A moment’s vengeance with no thought behind it, just action and
craziness, was gonna cost me big time. I was just about to crumble into myself and bend over, my face all red from realizing what I had done. My coworkers, usually, joking and shooting the shit, happy that the day was over, were silent, watching me as the horror set in.
One said, “Yeah…but did you SEE his face when he came back and SAW what you did? The entire flat-bed shook from our laughter. The tension vanished in the hot air as we recalled his face, all screwed up in the funniest way. (He looked like he was having a heart attack.) For the ten minutes that it took to reach our trucks, we rocked with laughter, the kind that turns your souls inside out and shakes out all the sadness. We hooted and howled, anyone seeing us would have thought we had gone mad.
It was such sweet medicine for such a crazy day. The next morning, I went to the food truck and bought two milks, one plain and one chocolate. I passed the first to Clarence, brought my chocolate flavored one to clink with his, and toasted, “Here’s to your ulcers!!! …the ones I give you.” He raised his carton to mine and took a deep gulp and we were just contractor and cub, once again. ps: I’m still laughing, but only I know why.
The video below is about Sheila Levrant de Bretteville, one of the founders of the LA Women’s Building. She’s wearing the eyebolt that was very popular in the 70's. The Video is about her posters & the perspective of her references. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNDa2RD0aS0&app=desktop The eyebolt is a symbol of unity and sisterhood dating back to the 1970's Women's Movement, which fought for women's inclusion in trades jobs. For fund raisers members of the Los Angeles Feminist Art Studio Workshop (LAFAW became the LA Women’s Building) made necklaces of ball chain and 1/4 - 20 x2" eyebolts which resemble the Venus Symbol. Mazer Archives in West Hollywood has documents from LAFAW and some original 1970's necklaces. The concept was of strength without a fist, meaning people should be who they are and draw their own conclusions for their lives as women began working in non-traditional careers.
It is a way of honoring the things of beauty and artistry that so many of us find in very simple hardware in our careers. Tradeswomen have used the same size on tool boxes to show they belonged to women. It was in the context of the decade’s long history this particular eyebolt continues to be used for practicality, art, personal strength, and to symbolize women who continue to work in all areas of labor. Pat Williams
Berggren Paves Roads as Werner’s First Female Freedom Driver
by Ellen Voie, President/CEO Women in Trucking, Inc. www.womenintrucking.org
Felicia Berggren was climbing the ladder in
the medical field as a Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) and a Certified Medical Assistant (CMA) when truck driving started calling her name. At the time, she was working three jobs to pay her bills, but wanted to advance. Advancement meant more schooling, which required more money. She needed the three jobs to pay for school, but didn’t have the time while working three jobs. She was at a crossroad.
In a short amount of time, Berggren’s path crossed with three others beginning their pursuit of a CDL and a truck driving career. This piqued her interest. While weighing her options, she looked at the classified ads for the first time in her life.
It was flooded with ‘truck driver needed’ ads. Berggren knew this was a sign and took the next step.
She researched the companies and their training programs and decided on a truck driving school in Indiana. Just three days into the three-week training, she had 10 pre-hire letters in hand. She reviewed her options and did heavy research into each company. Training, reputation and references were the most important to her. Werner Enterprises was consistent across the board with what they offered drivers and what their associates said about them. Werner was built by a driver, for a driver; she knew Werner was the best choice.
Werner’s thorough training program gave Berggren the peace of mind she needed as a beginner. They also offered a team program, which gave her relief knowing she would be with someone else as she got used to being out on the road.
Berggren was the only female and graduated at the top of her class.
After eight months of driving solo, Berggren became a trainer. Her first trainee later became her team partner. She enjoyed sharing the experience with others and loved teaching them what she had learned.
Werner approached her about doing a training video for the company. While shooting the video, she was introduced to Jim Morbach, a retired military veteran with more than 21 years of military experience and Werner’s senior director of Student & Government Recruiting. With Werner consistently recognized by G.I. Jobs as a Top Military Employer and Top Military Spouse Friendly Employer, this was not surprising. However, for Berggren, what became of that meeting was surprising.
She received the news that she was selected to drive a Freedom truck with Operation Freedom, Werner’s military-themed fleet that travels on regular freight routes in addition to being showcased at truck shows, recruiting events and specific veteran ceremonies. Berggren has a special connection and appreciation for those in the military, as her father served in the Army and her brother served in the Navy.
“I am honored to have this prestigious opportunity,” said Berggren. “I do my best to represent the families of veterans while driving that truck.”
Berggren visits truck driving schools across the country and speaks with them about opportunities at Werner. Students have the chance to see first-hand the type of truck (aside from the military wrap) that they will receive as a Werner professional driver.
“I want to show that women can do this job. Trucking doesn’t have to fit a stereotype,” she said.
As a woman, she admittedly had reservations at first. However, she had the support of family and friends, which made the difference for her. She does take added precautions to ensure safety. For example, if the load permits, she starts her day around 4-5 a.m. so that when she is finished for the day the truck stops are still fairly empty and she can get a good spot close to the front of the parking lot in a well-lit area. She makes sure to finish up inside the facility before it gets dark and sticks to a strict sleep schedule to guarantee she is well rested for the next day’s work.
If a load requires her to start her day while it is still dark outside, she moves her truck to a well-lit area with security cameras to perform her pre-trip.
“My testimony to other women is that they do not need to be afraid of truck driving,” Berggren said.
Mission: Women In Trucking was established to encourage the employment of women in the trucking
industry, promote their accomplishments and minimize obstacles faced by women working in the trucking
By Donna De-Graaf Smith (About differences between steel mill work and construction after an email conversation with the editor of Pride and a Paycheck.) “Your comment about the things women are facing in the construction trades stayed with me in thought for some time. Unlike the steel mill, they are often not run by a big company. It’s a field that can cater to favorites for work, besties, good-ole-boys, and suck-ups. I can see the truth in what you’re saying about them, and the trials they must face. Besides working outside in the world, it creates a different feeling, like having more freedom. The odd places with views cut off from others, can create a danger zone. No witness to one-on-one events, yea, I can see how this can be an area with more dangers. So many times in the mill, I have felt my radio is a safety net for me. If someone’s saying things way out of line, I can press the button, and others can hear what they say, plus, it’s recorded. Many times out in the dark, alone, the radio kept me feeling safe, only a call away. It could have been a real false sense of security, but it helped my frame of mind. One woman who did get harassed by a male in the mill I knew was working as an outside contractor. She told her story over breakfast one late night after doing some drinking and socializing. It was quite a long, many aspects to it story, an abbreviated version is: he thought he had her “trapped” in an area that was deserted, but she was in her truck, and had called his office people, and unknown to him, they all heard every word he said to her over her cell phone, which he never saw. It turned out, he was in trouble with women treatment previously. The company had paid off two other women for his asshole-ness acts. Shortly after this the company sent us all a letter about harassment, and I feel it all started due to her event. Like rape, harassment is not about sex, it is about power, control, and has little to do with how a person looks, or what they do, or don’t do. That is a hard thing to fight against. Wishing there was more kindness in the world, Donna”
I SHOULDN’T HAVE… is an anonymous poem. Thank you for the unknown tradeswoman who
shared what was in her heart and inside her hard hat. She slipped a tiny piece of paper into the stack of poems and essays from the 2015 Blue Jean Pocket Writers workshop. She did it so quickly. I never noticed. But know this…you are appreciated. Whoever you are! Thank you! (Sue Doro Editor)
I Shouldn’t Have…
Allowed myself To let another person on the job Cause me to get so angry. It was too late to take back My knee-jerk reaction To his undeniable infantile behavior
My “inside voice” escalated Before the others nearby Quickly becoming my “outside voice” Tit-for-tat Back-and-forth Two wrongs did not Make it right
But afterward It took me Only a short time To realize Accept and Alter my behavior
I now know that my power As an inspector lies in my pen I’m done talking
May 2015
Fast Pace. No Parts.
Every day same thing
We run around like crazy Just to get one complete locomotive
Out the door Can’t keep enough parts to
Finish one without Robbing parts off other locos
Fast pace. No parts.
Makes work mentally exhausting When it’s normally physically rough
And then there’s the other thing Can’t shut it down
Like last weekend at home I got phone calls from work Asking where things were
Fast pace. No parts.
I need a break Or a vacation without a phone
But right now I’m going to run outside and SCREAM!
Moonflower June 6, 2015 Railroad Mechanic/Electrician Shawsville Virginia
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95 Years of Working for Women: A Brief History of the Women’s Bureau Department of Labor Women, Workplace Rights by Jane Walstedt
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“Women Rivet Heaters and Passers on Puget Sound Navy Yard,”
Washington, May 29, 1919. (From the records of the Women’s Bureau)
This summer marks the 95th anniversary of the U.S. Department of Labor’s Women’s Bureau, where I
have worked since 1974. Fifty-four years before I walked through the department’s doors, the bureau
was created (with bipartisan support!) in 1920 to craft and promote policies that would improve the
welfare of working women. That mission is just as applicable to the work we do today as it was then.
The bureau was preceded by the Woman in Industry Service, organized in July 1918, a year after the
United States’ entry into World War I. The service issued standards governing the employment of
women in industry, as many were entering new occupations to replace the men who had gone to war.
Many of the issues the service addressed are still relevant today, such as occupation-based wages,
appropriate working hours, meal and rest periods, and occupational safety and health. They also
called for a minimum wage to cover the cost of living for dependents and not merely for the individual
− a battle we’re still waging as we work toward raising the wage for everyone.
The first director of the Women’s Bureau was Mary Anderson, a Swedish immigrant (as was my
father) who arrived in the United States in 1889 at the age of 16. She spoke no English, but took her
first job as a dishwasher in a Michigan lumberjack boarding house earning $1.50 per week.
Eventually, she worked her way up as a skilled shoe maker and eventually became president of her
union.
In the decades that followed, the Women’s Bureau has had an incredible legacy of leaders, including
a number of women of color. The youngest director, Alexis Herman, would go on to become secretary
of labor during the Clinton Administration.
In my more than 40 years in the Women’s Bureau, I have seen so many influential women come and
go, leaving behind policies and programs that have made a difference in the lives of working women.
I’ve seen women become nearly half of the working population, a change from 1920 when we made
up a mere 21 percent. I’ve seen women increase their educational attainment, make inroads into
previously male-dominated occupations, and narrow the wage gap. We have been at the forefront of
so many issues: civil rights, workplace discrimination, employer-sponsored child care, the needs of
women veterans and boosting women’s employment in nontraditional occupations, among others.
Nevertheless, considerable challenges remain. Occupational segregation and a sizable earnings gap
persist. Not to mention the ongoing challenges posed to working families because we still have an
absence of national paid leave, affordable child care and workplace flexibility policies.
Today we celebrate 95 years’ worth of our past achievements, but we also look toward tomorrow and
the battles yet to be won. (The author, Jane Walstedt is a social science adviser in the Women’s
Bureau’s Office of Policy and Programs.)
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NCCRC Vice President Mary Lieser (top row 5th from left) at the meeting. Nearly all the
Sisters in attendance at the June 13 meeting at Local 152 engaged in the discussion,
asked questions or shared their experiences.
Sisters in the Brotherhood Meeting Streamed Across Northern California
During Mary Lieser’s first ten years in Local 152 she worked with only one other woman. “She was put on the other end of the job site,” Lieser, now serving as NCCRC Vice President, told participants at the inaugural Northern California Sisters in the Brotherhood meeting, held June 13 at Local 152 in Martinez. “We only saw each other when we pulled into the parking lot or when we had lunch.”
While Lieser doubts the separation was more than coincidental, she remembers thinking the situation felt representative of a bigger picture, with similarly few women in the trade.
She shared the story with the Sisters attending the meeting in person at Local 152, and with those watching it online either at home, or at one of several local unions hosting viewing parties. The hour-long meeting provided a space for Sisters to ask questions and share their advice, frustrations and stories of working in an industry that is 98 percent male.
The Sisters discussed three ways women can strengthen their role in the union: education, participation and retention. She emphasized taking classes, attending union meetings and reaching out to fellow Sisters, and last but by no means least, staying with the union even when projects are tough.
With big plans ahead for the union, like UBC President Douglas McCarron’s goal to attain 70 percent of the national market share in construction, the Sisters’ role in the union is even more important.
“Seventy percent is doable, but it’s huge,” Lieser said. “It will build strength and add more jobs—and the UBC won’t reach that goal without women.… In the next five to 10 years we’re going to have the opportunity to bring more women into the trade. We need to reach back our hand and bring other women with us.”
Sisters in the Brotherhood for more information about the Sisters or sign up NOW at nccrc.org/sisters.
To watch the July meeting of the Sisters, visit the NorCal Carpenters YouTube Channel.
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Sue Doro, the editor and owner of Pride and a Paycheck Magazine is a retired Railroad Machinist, author, writers workshop facilitator and member of the National Writers Union, Local 1981 (UAW Affiliate) as well as the United Association of Labor Education, Local 189 (Affiliate of CWA), & Working Class Studies Assoc. and www.railroadworkersunited.org, Tradeswomen, Inc. Oakland CA, Oregon Tradeswomen and NAWIC (National Assoc. of Women in Construction), the Coalition of Labor Union Women (CLUW), retired member of the American Federation of Government Employees (AFGE) and International Association of Machinists (IAM).
Pride and a Paycheck is edited and produced with union labor.
Thanks to the ongoing support of Carpenters Training Committee for Northern California and Northern California Sheet Metal Workers Local Union No. 104! Special thanks to Madeline Mixer, Larry Robbin, Joycelyn Robbinson-Hughes, Ironworker Jeanne Park, Electrician Joanna Perry-Kujala, Melina Harris and Sisters in the Building Trades. (Visit this website for the tradeswomen photo gallery. www.sitbt.org ). Thanks also to Women in Trucking and its President Ellen Voie, Sheet Metal Local 104 Union Vice President Rita Magner, retired Operating Engineer and photographer Pat Williams, co-founder of J♀urneyman along with Ontario Canada’s Jamie McMillan. Pat along with Vivian Price is also responsible for the Tradeswomen Archives. www.tradeswomenarchives.com Thanks to Sister Rails women, the WATT Electricians of Houston Texas and their President Pat Burnham, Indiana Steel Mill Worker Donna De Graaf-Smith, author and Carpenter Kate Braid in Vancouver BC, Canada, Mason Stella Cheng in France, Fi Shewring and the Australian Tradies from Supporting and Linking Tradeswomen www.saltaustralia.org as well as all the other US and international tradeswomen writers and poets who share their blue collar work lives with us and in turn inspire other sisters to write work pieces from their own hearts and hard hats! Working Class literature is alive and thriving! The articles and poetry in Pride and a Paycheck magazine are written entirely by tradeswomen, both actively employed as well as retired.
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