As reported by Rory O’Neill in the Risks Newsletter:
A 24-year-old crack tester from Doncaster who says he was forced out of his job after vibrating tools permanently damaged his hands has received a £30,000 compensation settlement. Unite member Dean Grice was employed by MSI Forks Ltd, a firm making forks for forklift trucks. He had worked for the firm since 1997. His job required him to grind out defects on the forks using pencil grinders and angle grinders – tools which vibrated in his hands. As a result, he developed hand arm vibration syndrome (HAVS – also known as vibration white finger) – a painful condition which causes the fingers to go white and numb – as well as carpal tunnel syndrome, which causes numbness, tingling and pain in the fingers. Mr Grice explained: ‘It was my GP who told me that I had symptoms of carpal tunnel syndrome and he referred me to the Doncaster Royal Infirmary. Sadly my employer refused to re-deploy me to a job where I wouldn’t be exposed to vibration so I had no choice but to resign.’ Unite regional secretary Davey Hall said: ‘This is not the first time that an employee of MSI Forks Ltd has suffered from hand arm vibration syndrome. We hope that it will now force them to ensure that correct health and safety procedures are in place.’ The two conditions are commonly associated with work with vibrating tools, and have been the subject of a series of recent industrial disease payouts.
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An old scab postman lay dying…
15 January, 2008 — handsignsAn old scab postman lay dying… He sent for his son. The son rushed to his bedside and put his ear close to the old man’s lips.
“Yes Dad, what do you want to say to me?”
“Son”, he wheezed, “I’ve got one last wish, and I want you to see it’s carried out.”
“Yes, Dad, what is it?”
“When I’m gone, I want you to arrange my funeral.”
“Yes, Dad, I’ll do that.”
“And I want you to arrange that the Union Banner is draped on my coffin, and that my pallbearers are good Union members, and better still, Union Reps.”
“But Dad”, the son replied, confused, “You never supported the Union. When you started in the Post Office as a casual, it was the Union who got you a permanent contract, but you always slagged them off.”
“I know, son.”
” And the Union got you taken on full time, but you thought it was management who had given you a full time job, and although you joined the Union, it was only to get any protection going, in case you needed it.”
“Yes, son, that’s true.”
“And when you were threatened with dismissal for sickness, it was the Union Rep who represented you and saved your job.”
“Yes, she did.”
“And you took every pay rise, and improvement that the Union negotiated, though you always said that the Union did nothing for you.”
“Yes…”
“And when the Union said a stand had to be taken against Management’s refusal to negotiate on their plans to cut wages and impose their Business Plan, you resigned from the Union ‘on principle’, as you were against strikes.”
“Yes, son, I did — the Union can’t tell you what to do.”
“And you crossed the picket line, laughing at your colleagues standing there losing pay to defend their pay, their conditions and their jobs.”
“Well, yes, I did. They’re idiots to think they can stand up to Management.”
“And you did every bit of overtime going, even coming in on your days off.”
“Yes, son, well, you have to look after yourself.”
“And if anyone called you a scab, you went running to the manager to get disciplinary action taken against them.”
“Yes–well, they shouldn’t be so nasty to me, I’m only doing my job.”
“So Dad, if you’ve hated the Union all your life, why would you want Union members to be your pallbearers?”
The old scab wheezed and gasped, turning blue, before he breathed his last, and departed this life for that hell reserved for scabs, nonces, bullying managers, torturers, concentration camp guards, fascists, greedy bosses, and the rest of the dregs of humanity. He beckoned his son to come closer, and with his last breath he whispered:
“GOOD AND DECENT TRADE UNIONISTS HAVE CARRIED ME ALL MY LIFE, AND I WANT THEM TO CARRY ME WHEN I’M DEAD, TOO.”
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