In the United States we “celebrate” Labor Day tomorrow, a national holiday when most people have the day off… How generous… Note my sarcasm in the word celebrate. Here’s why.
The very sound “labor” gives me the creeps. It depicts a world of extraneous work, drudgery and frankly misery. It creates images of Pharaohs wailing their whips at the helpless masses in the mud, while the kings and queens are sitting in the cool shade sipping a cold drink and having a great time watching the slaves as entertainment.
It makes me think of countless human drones on the assembly lines at the turn of the 20th century; a world of no color, repetition and predictability. Even the history of how this day got named is morose. It came about following the deaths of workers at the hands of United States Army and United States Marshals Service during the Pullman Strike of 1894 in Chicago.
The word also conjures pain. Think about it. What is a woman experiencing when she goes into labor?
Why would I have reason to celebrate? It makes no sense to me.
So I decided from here on that I will scrap the word Labor Day in favor of calling it Freedom Day! When you live life on your own terms, every single day is freedom. So celebrate Freedom Day every day!!!