Mother Nature was not agreeable yesterday afternoon for Branford’s Books, BBQ and Blues. Still Mother Nature couldn’t discourage the dedicated supporters of the Blackstone Library. I attended the festivities with Ashley and Joey and enjoyed foot tappin’ blues, great food and company.
As I made my way through out this devoted crowd I came upon an enthusiastic table, ready to put some tough questions out there for me to answer. Our conversation twisted and turned from sanctuary cities to unfunded mandates and finally landed on binding arbitration and right to strike. One questioner named John leaned in a little closer and asked, “So, where are you on binding arbitration?”
Well, union questions are always difficult. I strongly feel that unions have a place in our labor force. In fact, my husband Joe belongs to a union. He is a Fire Fighter/Paramedic; he can’t strike nor would he. We need to consider the safety of our citizens. Contract negotiations for police, firefighters and correction officers need to be handled carefully. At the same time, I recognize the financial burden on local taxpayers that sometimes results from binding arbitration.
John shrugged and looked over his glasses at me and said, “and the others?”
I told him that he’ll always get an honest answer from me, and while I don’t have all the answers, I do think we need to do a better job negotiating. The time has come for everyone, Republicans, Democrats and Union Leaders to check their egos and the door and open up the lines of communication. If we can together understand the reasonable needs and wants from both sides, without becoming threatening, then maybe, binding arbitration won’t even be an issue.
John smiled, shook my hand and said, “maybe, we just need different people.”