In Cities of the Plain, Cormac McCarthy, in essence, wrote that the world is made new each day, and by clinging to vanished husks, we make this new day one husk more.
Reality check. We, the collective memberships of SAG and AFTRA, are at war with ourselves. We have been at war with ourselves on and off for generations.
When war is on, we reap collateral damage, and the employers smile because we make it easy for them. They win. When war is off, it isn’t off. Not really. It’s merely lurking in the background, patiently waiting for the next inevitable flare-up. It’s been this way for more than 70 years. Seventy years.