LABOR: In Passaic

Through the dusk, down a soiled street, beside a factory wall, a file of men were marching. Their clothes were the color of the wall. Their faces were the color of the dusk. They walked without animation, each to his own tune as if they were following a drum that had been silenced. Where the wall ended, a row of policemen made a stiff blue dam across the street, leaving a gap just wide enough for the passage of these twilight marchers, right foot, left foot, shoulder...

Want the full story?

Subscribe Now


Get TIME the way you want it

  • One Week Digital Pass — $4.99
  • Monthly Pay-As-You-Go DIGITAL ACCESS$2.99
  • One Year ALL ACCESSJust $30!   Best Deal!
    Print Magazine + Digital Edition + Subscriber-only Content on

Learn more about the benefits of being a TIME subscriber

If you are already a subscriber sign up — registration is free!