I've been muddling over this particular column for days now. And I have reasons:
First, I myself come from a union family and I know the pull of bias when I see it. Especially my own.
The first demonstration I ever attended I was huddled in my father's arms as strangers rushed by the front of our house. Late one night, I could hear the union men come roaring down the street, the men yelling, the torches burning, parked cars being rocked and rolled onto the sidewalks.