I was born in Morenci and grew up there. My dad was a school teacher for many years until tiring of the educational politics and taking a job as a laborer at the mine. He worked for one year, then was laid off. He then looked for work all over the country, but was unable to find any work for a year. The only time I remember being afraid in that wonderful, little town was when I heard my dad start talking about crossing the picket line just so he could have some work. He got hired by the post office in Phoenix about that time so we moved from Morenci in July of 1983.
I remember Dr. O'Leary. I knew a couple of his children. But I never knew this story. Thank you, Dr. O'Leary, for standing up for what you believed. I didn't understand all that was going on at the time of the strike and now I have a better understanding of the conditions that made Morenci what it is today.
I appreciate this article. Thank you, Margaret Regan, for writing it.
Paula (Jones) Farris
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