Newspaper Distribution

Newspaper Distribution short poem

Uploaded by Kenneth Miller

By mid month I won’t even tell them that this is is last month’s issue
The election calendar has not changed since then

Prioritize our distribution with a few hundred
a couple hundred more to develop the readership on the front page
a big event where we showcase our Board or fund raise or court lawyers

We could schedule the ads… each of our ads is just a special miracle gift
We could assign a stringer to the police brutality beat
and get someone perched in the County Council Press Box

the list of contributors. the list of distributors
we know how to work lists
we’re proud of our Catholic Worker newspaper
its got this raging theology that appeals to the youth
that corresponds with adolescents
the Catholic Workers and the Wobblies and August Wilson

can’t you hear and see the difference between handing someone a newspaper like ours and telling them your email address?
aren’t you a little compelled to develop some talking points related to our front page?
or do those pronouncements that the newspaper industry is dead ruffle you?
or are you shaken when people say “I read the New Pittsburgh Courier online.”

Have you traveled with the paper on a Civil Rights Journey
or do you really just get on the bus without a stack
when you meet people and you tell them what excites you the newspaper will help
you can encourage them to write courageously and empower them with our deadline/which is the 13th of every month

Break room. Everywhere we have a union organizing drive we can have newspapers in the break room. It is the best union organizing literature we have. Put it down. Let it linger. The teachers students organizers can open it up.

Show them how to open it up, just like you do

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