My plan was to jump into a discussion of past labor movements and what spurred them. And how a labor movement might look different today. However, after writing about the union my mother belonged to and the statue that reminded me of her union membership, I kept wondering if I told the story right about the statue, even though it had little to do with my story other than how it jolted my memory. Usually I am fine with how I remember things which is with broad strokes and little detail, feelings and impressions rather than names and dates. I guess there is something about writing things down for someone else's reading that made me suddenly worried and self-conscious. So, I looked up the statue.
The statue was created in bronze by Judith Weller, a sculptor and Israeli immigrant, in 1984, so was newer than I thought it was. It was inspired by her father who worked in the New York City garment district which doesn't go against my original story about the father of some famous designer serving as the model for the statue since Weller might have had someone other than her father sit for her. The statue won a competition and the International Ladies Garment Workers Union (ILGWU), along with 42 other organizations purchased the statue and placed it in its current location. So, all was well as far as my original story was concerned. I was relieved and ready to move on except for one thing. I wondered how it happened that so many American garment workers were Jewish.
Growing up, it was understood that Jews ran the garment industry. That is, understood by me, as a child. All of my mother's managers, district managers, regional managers were Jewish and on Jewish holidays, she would become the de facto manager at her Robert Hall store because the bosses all the way back to the East Coast were on holiday. Even though, as a child, I attended the Baptist Church on the other side of our back fence...out of convenience, my mother gave me a dime for the collection plate and sent me there on Sundays, we had a Jewish heritage, My maternal grandfather was Jewish and my Grandmother converted and lived kosher for many years. Though my grandmother stopped being observant years before I was born, Jewish culture permeated my childhood, especially the food. I mention this because the Jews at my mother's work weren't different or mysterious to me. It was talked about openly that this was the arrangement...Jews ran the rag trade. End of discussion. I never wondered why.
Over the years, I became aware that there were a lot of Jewish tailors and professional sewers which didn't seem unusual because of the connection I knew existed with the clothing industry. It made sense to me that when, historically, Jews hadn't been allowed to settle anywhere, they might pack light and no trade was easier to pack up than tailoring. Before the 1900's, scissors, needle and thread were all that was needed to be in business, later, a sewing machine might have been added. So, that was the explanation I had come up with...totally unresearched. After looking at the statue and thinking about the statue, I decided to ask the internet. I was about 99% sure my explanation would be validated. There was, of course, much more to the story.