Working-class men need to come together as they did back in 1879

I understood the depth of it first at a friend's 21st birthday party in college. Somebody raised a glass to celebrate him. Then another raised his and, before it reached his shoulder, tipped it. He poured libations for the ones who did not make it. Shot, or sent away, before the rest of us got to college. In a room of nothing but young Black and Latino men, we all joined in. A Latino friend from childhood, hiding from his own gang the last time I saw him. My best friend, Black, locked up for…