{"product_id":"105675","title":"Night and Day in the Rust Belt ","description":"\u003ccenter\u003e\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:center\"\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/tmgdisk01.cafe24.com\/images\/vs\/4172\/sv\/3jYHQoA0LSNRxIFp0RWP7ChXvVzXMJ.png?v=1765123591\" style=\"max-width:100%;max-height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\u003ccenter\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"width:95%\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:center;font-size:30px;font-weight:bolder;line-height:1.6em\"\u003e Night and Day in the Rust Belt \u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"border-bottom:1px;border-bottom-style:dotted;border-color:;padding-bottom:20px\"\u003e\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable align=\"center\" width=\"100%\"\u003e\u003ctbody style=\"border:0px\"\u003e\n\n\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd align=\"center\" style=\"line-height:1.2em;text-align:center;font-size:18px;color:black;font-weight:bold;padding-bottom:20px;\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\n\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"text-align:center\"\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/image.yes24.com\/goods\/96040364\/XL\" style=\"max-width:100%;height:auto\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\n\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003ccenter\u003e\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd style=\"height:10px\"\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\u003c\/center\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"width:95%;{split_style6}padding-top:20px;padding-bottom:20px\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:left;font-size:16px;font-weight:bold;padding-bottom:20px\"\u003e Description \u003c\/div\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align:left;word-break:break-all;font-size:14px;line-height:1.6em;\"\u003e\n\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eBook Introduction\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003ctable\u003e\u003ctbody\u003e\u003ctr\u003e\u003ctd\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cb\u003eThe 2020 US presidential election battleground, the Rust Belt, has erupted.\u003cbr\u003e The Voice of Women Steelworkers\u003cbr\u003e Amazon Recommends \"Best Biographies and Memoirs\"\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The 2020 US presidential election between Biden and Trump.\u003cbr\u003e During the particularly fierce election campaign, the eyes of the world were focused on this place.\u003cbr\u003e The Rust Belt, America's declining industrial region.\u003cbr\u003e Biden has regained attention by recapturing votes in Rust Belt states like Pennsylvania, Michigan, and Wisconsin, where Trump had been ahead four years ago. \u003cbr\u003eThe industrial region around the Great Lakes, which led the revival of American manufacturing until the 1970s, lost its former glory due to the decline of manufacturing and the relocation of industrial centers, and was given the name \"Rust Belt,\" meaning \"rust.\"\u003cbr\u003e There have been numerous diagnoses and discourses about this region, from the high unemployment and poverty caused by industrialization to the \"hillbillies\"—poor white workers who felt deprived of their rights. However, this is the first book in Korea to contain the voices of female workers in the Rust Belt steel mills.\u003cbr\u003e Maumsanchaek's new book, \"Night and Day in the Rust Belt,\" is the story of a female worker who finally broke out of a steel mill, a workplace considered male-dominated.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Born in 1986, author Ellis Collette Goldbach grew up in Cleveland, a Rust Belt city. \u003cbr\u003eAs a child, he faced the rusty and dreary industrial landscape of Cleveland, yet believed he had a better future ahead of him. He went on to graduate school with the dream of becoming a professor, but financial difficulties due to student loans and bipolar disorder forced him to give up on earning a master's degree.\u003cbr\u003e While desperately looking for a job, he was recommended by a friend to work at the ArcelorMittal Cleveland Steel Mill, an industrial area he had longed to escape.\u003cbr\u003e After completing the 1,040-hour training period, workers can become regular employees with “livable wages, good benefits, and union protection,” but the reality of working at a steel mill is not easy.\u003cbr\u003e There are many things that bother him, from the constant sexual discrimination he faces at the steel mill site, to the constant risk of death and injury, to the intense day and night shift work. \u003cbr\u003eNot only that, but you always have to be careful of the huge cranes rattling overhead and the forklifts moving through the workshop, and the work of melting zinc with high heat and applying it to steel is extremely dangerous.\u003cbr\u003e From the orientation for new steelworkers to the inside of the steel mill, the work process, the workers' culture, and their political leanings, the author documents it all in detail and vividly.\u003cbr\u003e As he worked and got to know his colleagues for a long time, he gradually came to understand the significance of the steel mill, where the workers' lives and deaths intersect, and the unique beauty of the Rust Belt.\u003cbr\u003e As he watches his colleagues passionately mourn the workers who died for a living, he develops a bond with his superior who teaches him how to drive a forklift, something he had been afraid of, and grows as a steel worker. \u003cbr\u003eIn this way, \"Night and Day in the Rust Belt,\" written by the author through his own experiences, is a book steeped in the sweat, tears, and lives of Rust Belt workers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/td\u003e\u003c\/tr\u003e\u003c\/tbody\u003e\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cul\u003e\u003cli\u003e You can preview some of the book's contents.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cspan\u003ePreview\u003c\/span\u003e\n\n\u003c\/li\u003e\u003c\/ul\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eindex\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e 1 Cleveland's Legacy\u003cbr\u003e 2 Orientation\u003cbr\u003e 3 Qualifications of Steel Workers\u003cbr\u003e 4 The world of steel mills\u003cbr\u003e 5 traffic accidents\u003cbr\u003e 6 Steelworks, sacred ground\u003cbr\u003e 7 'Cauldron' Guardians\u003cbr\u003e 8 Two Americas\u003cbr\u003e 9 College days\u003cbr\u003e 10 The Singer in the Mental Ward\u003cbr\u003e 11 Love conquers hate\u003cbr\u003e 12 Fireworks that light up the night\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Acknowledgements\u003cbr\u003e Translator's Note\u003cbr\u003e Recommendation\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eDetailed image\u003c\/b\u003e \u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/image.yes24.com\/momo\/TopCate3288\/MidCate006\/328757287.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Detailed Image 1\"\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003eInto the book\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Steel mills are usually nightmares.\u003cbr\u003e Early in the morning, orange flames shoot high into the sky from tall fireworks.\u003cbr\u003e The chimney spews out white smoke.\u003cbr\u003e The railroad crosses a desolate, drained land, and the yellow waters of the Cuyahoga River flow into the mouth of Lake Erie. \u003cbr\u003eMany factory buildings stand rusty and soot-covered, their blackness like congealed blood.\u003cbr\u003e Inside these buildings, furnaces roar, machines whir, and cranes squeak under the weight of their loads.\u003cbr\u003e In these buildings, molten iron is transformed into steel.\u003cbr\u003e (…) Wherever you look at the steel mill, it seems like they are shouting this.\u003cbr\u003e This is a place where I can kill you.\u003cbr\u003e This is a place where people die\u003cbr\u003e --- p.11~12\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In Rust Belt cities, orange flames aren't just a portent of foul odors and pollution.\u003cbr\u003e It is neither an anachronism nor proof of a lack of innovation.\u003cbr\u003e It might be a baffling presence for people in cities like San Francisco or Boston, but for us it's more than that.\u003cbr\u003e It's jobs and taxes.\u003cbr\u003e It refers to economic growth.\u003cbr\u003e When that flame burns, Cleveland is doing well, the steel workers say. \u003cbr\u003eThat flame is part of our history and our identity.\u003cbr\u003e It is a constant reminder that in a world where nothing is made to last, there are things that stand the test of time.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.23\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Fire raged from the pit like a devil with a pitchfork, but you hadn't truly seen hell until you saw that furnace.\u003cbr\u003e Bright orange gas emanating from the crucible created visions of rapidly moving, suffering bodies and twisted souls.\u003cbr\u003e Half-peeled faces floated above the molten metal and then disappeared in an instant.\u003cbr\u003e The devil's tail struck the surface and the monsters came up to the surface to breathe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.73~74\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I waited for the right time and let the veteran talk on his own.\u003cbr\u003e He started spouting nonsense about how all women are snakes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “You women want to be taken care of,” he told me. \u003cbr\u003e“You women only think about money.”\u003cbr\u003e You women, you women.\u003cbr\u003e When he finally stopped talking to catch his breath, I glared and held up my middle finger.\u003cbr\u003e “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said, taking a few steps back in surprise.\u003cbr\u003e “Did you just do it to me?”\u003cbr\u003e \"yes.\"\u003cbr\u003e “To my face?”\u003cbr\u003e \"yes.\u003cbr\u003e What should I do? Should I cry or something?”\u003cbr\u003e --- p.105\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For as long as I can remember, my life has been a struggle to find my place in relationships with men.\u003cbr\u003e I didn't know how to get my way without seeming difficult.\u003cbr\u003e I didn't know how to express myself without seeming insecure.\u003cbr\u003e I didn't know how to be assertive without seeming like a bitch.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.106\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Although there were female workers in the steel mill, they were clearly a minority. \u003cbr\u003eSome men still viewed female workers as quotas that the company had to fill.\u003cbr\u003e At best, they regarded women workers as symbolic figures, and in many cases they did not trust our judgment.\u003cbr\u003e Whenever we offered an idea or opinion, these men would always ask another man to confirm what we had said.\u003cbr\u003e He would often try to mansplain and blurt out things that sounded straight out of the 1950s.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.123\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Deaths at the steel mill were commemorated in some of the strangest places.\u003cbr\u003e The bulletin board in one corner of the 'Social Hut' was covered with obituaries of employees.\u003cbr\u003e Funeral notices were placed at the entrance and on the tables, and fundraising activities for the bereaved families of deceased colleagues were also held frequently.\u003cbr\u003e It didn't matter whether the cause of death was heart attack, old age, or cancer. \u003cbr\u003eThe staff remembered each deceased colleague passionately as if they were family.\u003cbr\u003e It wasn't that I was using a horrible story as shock therapy.\u003cbr\u003e Those stories were a way of remembering all those who gave their lives for a living.\u003cbr\u003e More importantly, those stories were a way of telling the hard truth that it could happen to anyone, it could happen to me.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.166\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When I was a little child driving my father's car past the steel mill, all I saw was disgust.\u003cbr\u003e I saw a fireball and an ominous orange flame.\u003cbr\u003e The steelworks were nothing more than the remains of a declining and dying industry, and the rust that covered the countless factory buildings seemed to be a fitting shadow.\u003cbr\u003e At that time, I didn't know that the steel mill was sacred ground.\u003cbr\u003e It was a monument, a memorial.\u003cbr\u003e For some, it was a place of death.\u003cbr\u003e For many, it was a place of identity.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.166\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThe flames of the steel mills symbolized the kind of stagnation that characterized the Rust Belt.\u003cbr\u003e We failed to innovate.\u003cbr\u003e Couldn't move forward.\u003cbr\u003e Failing to keep up with the rapidly growing technology industry.\u003cbr\u003e Cleveland was a city built on sad stories.\u003cbr\u003e At least that's what I thought.\u003cbr\u003e At the time, I didn't know that Cleveland was also a city of revival.\u003cbr\u003e (…) We may have lost, but we did what we do best.\u003cbr\u003e We continued to move forward quietly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.172\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beware of immigrants who rape your women and steal your jobs.\u003cbr\u003e Beware of the minority that will destroy everyone.\u003cbr\u003e Beware of Muslims who will kill you in an instant.\u003cbr\u003e Beware of globalists, feminists, socialists, and Democrats.\u003cbr\u003e Trump seemed to have sensed the Rust Belt's unease and given people there a few targets to blame. \u003cbr\u003eBut the actual cause of our anxiety is much more difficult to grasp than we believe.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.178\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dad had already lost so much that he was afraid of losing more.\u003cbr\u003e You've been vulnerable all your life, but you've masked it with angry, far-right political leanings, and you've been harboring the illusion of control by owning a gun.\u003cbr\u003e Dad was waiting for someone like Trump to lend credence to his fears.\u003cbr\u003e Immigrants were at the border, Muslims were at the doorstep, and Hillary Clinton was strangling democracy.\u003cbr\u003e When Trump said another disaster was upon us, Dad was too scared to ignore the message.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.186\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Instead of highlighting our resilience, Trump has crushed us and highlighted our worst weaknesses. \u003cbr\u003eHe considered industrial workers to be fallen people and made us believe that our only identity was our downfall.\u003cbr\u003e He provided a scapegoat for our anxieties and a target for our anger, blinding us to the fact that he was just another wealthy, powerful man seeking more power.\u003cbr\u003e He inspired us with vengeance and incited our anger.\u003cbr\u003e He has damaged the good in our hearts.\u003cbr\u003e That meant he had absolutely no understanding of the delicate beauty of all that we were fighting to protect.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.190~191\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A few days before I started training with Mike, I asked my uncle what would happen if I fell into a zinc barrel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “If Jesus loves you,” he replied.\u003cbr\u003e “You’re going to leave me there to die.”\u003cbr\u003e The old man told the story of a man who fell into a zinc vat at another steel mill.\u003cbr\u003e Third-degree burns were not the problem. \u003cbr\u003eWhen he fell into the zinc vat, his lung tissue hardened due to inhaling the liquid metal.\u003cbr\u003e Doctors were unable to remove the liquid metal from his lungs.\u003cbr\u003e The man survived, but it would have been better for him to have died.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.195\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “What I’m trying to say is that the female employees don’t really like working in the ‘pot,’” the manager said.\u003cbr\u003e “There are very few female employees who work there for a long time.”\u003cbr\u003e I got upset.\u003cbr\u003e Even though I had applied for a position with a consistent work schedule, the manager was now giving me another reason to accept the position.\u003cbr\u003e He said that women weren't suited for the position, and I wanted to prove him wrong.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I’ll go there,” I answered without hesitation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.202\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e You don't have to wear a seat belt while clearing the trash, but you always have to wear a seat belt when going next to the lobby. \u003cbr\u003eNot only was it difficult to move around in the narrow workbench, but there were no barriers or anything like that around it.\u003cbr\u003e If you slip, you'll fall straight into a zinc barrel.\u003cbr\u003e The confidence that had built up as I cleaned up the mess quickly dwindled.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.224\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As I continued to push the lever, I suddenly felt the forklift being pulled forward.\u003cbr\u003e The forklift driver's seat seemed to shake, and then the rear of the vehicle was lifted into the air.\u003cbr\u003e My body slammed into the steering wheel.\u003cbr\u003e My heart pounded wildly, and the warnings I had heard during orientation flashed through my mind.\u003cbr\u003e The forklift may overturn.\u003cbr\u003e You could lose your life in a forklift.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.229\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Tony shrugged and turned on the television, but he was already asleep before the opening credits even started.\u003cbr\u003e Factory work made me feel tired like I had never felt before.\u003cbr\u003e I felt like I was walking through mud the whole time because I barely made up for the sleep I lost from working the night shift. \u003cbr\u003eI couldn't fully concentrate on anything.\u003cbr\u003e I forgot to buy chicken at the supermarket.\u003cbr\u003e Even though there was a mountain of laundry, I just left it there.\u003cbr\u003e As I was scrubbing the bathtub hard, I suddenly looked down at it and realized that I had scrubbed it that morning.\u003cbr\u003e My head was dizzy and foggy.\u003cbr\u003e My diet quickly changed from home-cooked meals to energy drinks and takeout food.\u003cbr\u003e It always felt like I was barely breathing.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.230\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I always welcome rumors.\u003cbr\u003e This has become a kind of ritual.\u003cbr\u003e Sleepy Bear told me all sorts of stories while he was awake.\u003cbr\u003e It was rarely longer than an hour, but it was the time of day I looked forward to the most.\u003cbr\u003e Even though it had been several months since I started working at the steel mill, I still felt awkward and shy around my coworkers.\u003cbr\u003e Most of them were older than me, and many shared a long history of slang and reminiscences. \u003cbr\u003eI was at a loss as to how to get into them, but Sleepy Bear's backstory helped me get into that world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.246\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Now that Obama is president, it’s going to be harder to get a license,” Dad explained.\u003cbr\u003e “It’s best to take the class now because it threatens our right to bear arms.\u003cbr\u003e Then we won't have to worry about Obama taking away our freedoms.\"\u003cbr\u003e Until then, I had no interest in guns whatsoever.\u003cbr\u003e To tell the truth, I was afraid of guns.\u003cbr\u003e I hated carrying a gun, let alone holding one, but my father's warning got to me.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.252\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “We did all the fucking cleaning and now Jeremy is yelling at us?”\u003cbr\u003e Sleepy Bear smiled and shook his head.\u003cbr\u003e “Now you know how things work here.”\u003cbr\u003e I threw the note on the floor and frowned. \u003cbr\u003e“I wasn’t going to say that,” I said to Sleepy Bear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “What, what are you talking about?”\u003cbr\u003e “Jeremy, fuck you.”\u003cbr\u003e When Sleepy Bear laughed, I laughed too.\u003cbr\u003e He was a proud parent watching his child ride a bike without training wheels, and I was a little kid tottering to the end of the driveway.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.261~262\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I was furious that Trump was building his platform on the backs of steelworkers.\u003cbr\u003e His hostility and venom were not of the steel mill.\u003cbr\u003e This was a place of history and family, a place of struggle for justice and equality.\u003cbr\u003e This was the place where the veteran worker taught the 'orange hat' tricks.\u003cbr\u003e This was a place where camaraderie was fostered amidst the machines that took workers' lives.\u003cbr\u003e This was a place to boost the morale of union colleagues who were having a hard time. \u003cbr\u003eThis is a place where everyone—regardless of race, creed, gender, or orientation—can safely return home after a day of work.\u003cbr\u003e It was a place that protected me from going back.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.269~270\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Aaron and Ben were both freshmen.\u003cbr\u003e I had three and a half more years of school ahead of me, and I couldn't let them do the same thing to other girls.\u003cbr\u003e Although it was too late to report the sexual assault to the police, it was possible to pursue justice at the school level.\u003cbr\u003e I felt like I could bring this issue to the attention of the school, but I haven't made up my mind yet.\u003cbr\u003e I was worried that if I reported it to the school, I might face criticism and resentment from the students, and I doubted whether I would have the courage to deal with the fight that would follow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.298\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Trump saw women as objects to be used as he pleased.\u003cbr\u003e Rich, privileged men have the right to be rude to women. \u003cbr\u003eThat's the male-privileged mindset that drives the culture of sexual assault and sexual harassment.\u003cbr\u003e “It’s surprising that someone who calls himself a Christian would advocate such values.”\u003cbr\u003e “So, what about Bill Clinton?” my dad asked, practically spitting out the words at me.\u003cbr\u003e “I think Clinton was pretty rude to women, wasn’t he?”\u003cbr\u003e --- p.327\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I was so lost in the pain of my illness for months that I didn't even notice that I had changed.\u003cbr\u003e The fear was gone, and in its place the steelworker remained.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.363\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Some people have 'Love Trumps Hate' written on their heads.\u003cbr\u003e They held up signs that read \"Donald Trump, the slogan of Trump's opponents, inspired by Donald Trump's last name, which means \"I will win,\" and a sacred power seemed to flow through the crowd. \u003cbr\u003eIt was not a righteous force demanding judgment, nor was it a force so strong that it could not be resisted, nor was it confined to political ideology or artificial institutions.\u003cbr\u003e It was like a whisper, a distant promise of something better, and it reminded me of a voice I had heard in church when I was nine.\u003cbr\u003e Perhaps, after that long period of darkness, the prayer I offered in the chapel—let me learn to love myself as a woman—had finally been answered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.373~376\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Just a moment,” I said firmly, as if I were refuting the term “racing feminist.”\u003cbr\u003e “Women face a lot of criticism and condemnation when they come forward about sexual violence.\u003cbr\u003e It's not a problem to be taken lightly.\u003cbr\u003e It's unfair that so many women feel shamed for raising their voices.\u003cbr\u003e I was sexually assaulted when I was a college student. \u003cbr\u003eI raised the issue publicly, but no one believed me.\u003cbr\u003e They said it was all my fault.\u003cbr\u003e “People’s reactions are as wrong as sexual assault.”\u003cbr\u003e --- p.383\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e All the clichés I had heard as a child suddenly came to mind.\u003cbr\u003e If you dream it, you can achieve it! You are a special flower with limitless potential! That's true, but that's not all.\u003cbr\u003e Perhaps as a culture we've become so captivated by this damned sense of specialness that we've blinded ourselves to the toxicity of individualism that has consumed our nation.\u003cbr\u003e We wanted to cling to ideology blindfolded, bound by self-righteousness, arrogance, personal pleasure, personal narrative, personal belief, and personal pride.\u003cbr\u003e We preferred a space where we didn't have to look deeply into ourselves. \u003cbr\u003eI preferred a space where I didn't have to respect the complexities of people I couldn't understand, where I didn't have to form a community with people who disagreed with me, and where I could eliminate and ignore anything that complicated or denied our reality.\u003cbr\u003e Instead of community, they pursued train wrecks, disasters, and scandals.\u003cbr\u003e I crave anything that stimulates the secretion of adrenaline.\u003cbr\u003e Because entertainment was easier than facing our true selves—sometimes confusing and boring.\u003cbr\u003e (…) Perhaps in that dream, I was trying so hard to separate myself from the world, even though I really needed to be more connected to it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.399~400\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We were a product of an unexpected economic downturn.\u003cbr\u003e Just before the long-awaited adulthood arrives, the carpet is pulled from under your feet.\u003cbr\u003e Now that it was cleared away, we humbled ourselves and walked silently, enduring the hardship. \u003cbr\u003eBefore making policy, we had to serve sandwiches.\u003cbr\u003e I had to pour a latte before I could speak out in society.\u003cbr\u003e I needed to tie my knot before I could commit to anything meaningful, but Ocasio-Cortez's election was a sign.\u003cbr\u003e It was a rainbow after heavy rain.\u003cbr\u003e It was a sign that the water level was receding, and evidence that good things could happen after the heavy rain.\u003cbr\u003e After a long period of minimum wages, underemployment, and terrible frustration, our generation is finally starting to show its strength.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e --- p.412~413\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I wasn't afraid.\u003cbr\u003e Instead, I imagined all the lights there dimming, as they do just before a power outage, and I looked at each person as a flickering light in the dark steel mill.\u003cbr\u003e I could see across the hot rolling mill past the end of the finishing line and into the blast furnace beyond. \u003cbr\u003eWe were tiny sparks of consciousness burning among the machines—all of us, made of one substance, a pulse pulsing in the darkness—and together we were the beating heart of the world.\u003cbr\u003e --- p.415\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The flame was proof of what we could create, transform, and refine.\u003cbr\u003e As the pink sky finally faded and the horizon disappeared, the flame flicked its bright tongue into the darkness, burning away memories of soot and grime and rust, and illuminating the night for the lives that had been born and then perished beneath it.\u003cbr\u003e If you look closely, the flames are breathtaking.\u003cbr\u003e In that light, the steel mill looked almost sacred.\u003cbr\u003e\n\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e --- p.417\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003ch5\u003e \u003cb\u003ePublisher's Review\u003c\/b\u003e\n\u003c\/h5\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cb\u003eBorn into a conservative Catholic family, she became a progressive and feminist.\u003cbr\u003e A vivid testimony to an America divided by hate.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThe United States, often called a \"melting pot of races,\" is a federal state with strong national characteristics not only for its race but also for each state. It also has deep-rooted divisions throughout its history, dating back to the Civil War, but the hateful tactics Trump employed to win the election have deepened the divide.\u003cbr\u003e The author argues that Trump exploited the anxiety of Rust Belt workers who were losing their livelihoods, providing them with a scapegoat and a target for their anger.\u003cbr\u003e The targets were immigrants, Democrats, Muslims and protesters chanting “Black Lives Matter.”\u003cbr\u003e He admits that, as a worker, he has also viewed the white-collar workers of the eastern United States, the so-called \"elites,\" with prejudice, saying that people have failed to see the \"veil that covers their eyes\" as hatred and hostility divides the country. \u003cbr\u003eThe author testifies not only to his experience as a worker in the Rust Belt, but also to his life straddling the divides of a divided America.\u003cbr\u003e The author's life, raised in a conservative household and then becoming a progressive, is itself a vivid portrait of a divided America.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The author, who grew up in a devout Catholic family that supported the Republican Party, dreamed of becoming a nun as a child and went to a Catholic university in Steubenville.\u003cbr\u003e However, after being sexually assaulted and experiencing rape culture in college, she drops out.\u003cbr\u003e Afterwards, he re-enrolls in a university with a progressive atmosphere, participates in social movements, and experiences a new world.\u003cbr\u003e He tries to live as a progressive, but he constantly clashes with his family and conservative colleagues on topics like feminism, abortion, and guns.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eFor example, during Obama's presidency, the author's father, who had failed in business, became obsessed with the idea of ​​an apocalypse and began to buy guns and ammunition, and the part where his parents urged him to get a gun license before Obama took away his freedom to carry a gun, offer a glimpse into conservatives' deep-rooted fears about guns.\u003cbr\u003e The book also contains the author's experience of praying the rosary at a rally for Democratic presidential candidate John Kerry to protest abortion rights when she was attending a Catholic university, and the complex feelings she felt when she later participated in the Women's March as a feminist and saw counter-protesters who, like her, were opposing abortion rights. \u003cbr\u003eThe author's experience of accepting feminism, a taboo topic at home, as an adult and even sharing it with her colleagues at the steel mill will deeply resonate with readers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It never occurred to me that my hostility was the rift that divided this country.\u003cbr\u003e The rift went beyond political parties and economics.\u003cbr\u003e It goes beyond Congress and the White House, beyond our salaries and positions.\u003cbr\u003e The crack was born from human weakness.\u003cbr\u003e We have forgotten how to look at each other.\u003cbr\u003e We let our guard down.\u003cbr\u003e We closed our eyes.\u003cbr\u003e Then the weavers of curtains and illusions appeared and recognized the darkness we ourselves had brought about.\u003cbr\u003e They carefully covered our eyes, believing us to be blind and unable to discern right from wrong.\u003cbr\u003e I hope that none of us—neither the steelworkers nor the lawyers—will ever see the world clearly again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e -Page 270\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eThe Cry of Millennial Workers\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003eMoving beyond the individualistic approach of each person to solidarity\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As a millennial, the author tells his life story in a candid manner.\u003cbr\u003e Looking back on his childhood, when he was obsessed with the dream that “I am special and I can achieve anything I dream,” and worked hard with “American passion, like climbing a mountain,” but ended up working in a steel mill, he diagnoses that his generation “closed its eyes to the toxicity of individualism.”\u003cbr\u003e Being so self-absorbed that they failed to respect the complexities of others, did not build a community with those who shared different perspectives, and simply eliminated and ignored anything that negated the reality they dreamed of.\u003cbr\u003e He confesses that he has been trying to separate himself from the world, even though he really needs to be more connected to it. \u003cbr\u003eHe also laments the generational pain of having to “serve sandwiches and pour lattes” while enduring “the terrible frustration of minimum wage and downward employment” as “products of an unexpected recession.”\u003cbr\u003e Working with steel mill workers in similar situations, he learns to empathize with the plight and pain of his colleagues and, by extension, millennials, and to see “unity forged in the orange flames of the steel mill.”\u003cbr\u003e In a place where the risk of industrial accidents is always present, we realize that we are not special \"me\" but rather \"we\" who are connected to each other as we look after each other.\u003cbr\u003e After regaining his faith in the community and reassessing his priorities at the steel mill, he once again embarks on the challenge of pursuing his true dream.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThe author's growth toward \"community\" and his heartfelt support for millennials will be a valid message not only to American but also to Korean millennial readers.\u003cbr\u003e It also tells the story of the political rise of American millennials.\u003cbr\u003e In particular, the part that mentions Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, who emerged as a symbol of millennials by becoming the youngest female representative in U.S. history at the age of 29 as a member of the Democratic Party, will provide readers with an opportunity to think about millennials' political participation, not just as voters.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Just as the young Jeon Tae-il 50 years ago expressed his sense of unity with others by calling all other people “my other selves,” Goldbach, too, empathizes with workers and realizes that there are “other selves” around him. \u003cbr\u003eInstead of turning a blind eye to the “toxicity of individualism,” we learned to empathize with the suffering of others and to connect with them.\u003cbr\u003e “We are people with strong courage and strength,” she says, finally confirming her identity.\u003cbr\u003e At this time, we must be a collection of 'other selves'.\u003cbr\u003e In this way, she becomes passionately connected to the world through honest, steel-like labor.\u003cbr\u003e -From the Translator's Note\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A moving labor narrative told by a female worker.\u003cbr\u003e The author vividly portrays the steel mill landscape, reminiscent of Dante's Inferno, while working alongside the eccentric, hard-charging steelworkers, discovers the value of empathy and solidarity that overcomes political differences.\u003cbr\u003e This is a sharp and heartwarming look at the American working class.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e- [Publisher's Weekly]\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThe author vividly portrays the struggles of workers not only in the steel mills but also in the world beyond.\u003cbr\u003e It is a moving story that looks directly at the life of the working class.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e- [Kirkus Review]\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Night and Day in the Rust Belt\" follows in the footsteps of \"Hillbilly Elegy\" and other books published after the 2016 U.S. presidential election.\u003cbr\u003e The great appeal of this book is that it keenly observes the steel mill landscape through the eyes of female workers in a male-dominated work environment.\u003cbr\u003e It also brilliantly illustrates how workers' identities are constantly exploited by politicians, and how politicians' rhetoric can tear families apart.\u003cbr\u003e As the author's journey to find himself unfolds movingly, his diagnosis of American society shines throughout.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e- [Paperback Paris]\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThe author, with an outsider's perspective—as a woman and a progressive—gains insight into the lives of steelworkers, candidly shares the hard-won wisdom that while many issues divide us, work unites us.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e- [Booklist]\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If there is a worker who finds meaning in the midst of a steel mill in a neglected and declining industrial area, there is much to be learned from him.\u003cbr\u003e As our country is divided along regional, political, and demographic lines, this book is a healing elixir that soothes our wounds.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e- [LIT Magazine]\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It follows in the tradition of Upton Sinclair's The Jungle, Studs Turkle's Work, Molly Martin's Hard-Hatted Women, and Barbara Ehrenreich's The Betrayal of Labor.\u003cbr\u003e This book humbly reminds us that we have not properly understood the value of labor, which is essential to our existence.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e- [Washington Examiner]\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eThis timely book captures our attention like an unquenchable flame rising from a chimney next to I-490.\u003cbr\u003e It is well deserved.\u003cbr\u003e The author recounts in fiery language the days he spent working under those fires, caught between the desire to leave his hometown, his family, and the will to live he found alongside his surly male colleagues.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e- [Cleveland Magazine]\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e An honest memoir about life in the Rust Belt, a place the author desperately wanted to escape, and the hard-working steelworkers he eventually fell in love with.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e- [Chicago Sun-Times]\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e You won't be able to take your eyes off Goldbach's honest writing about what it means to be a millennial, a woman, a daughter, and a believer today.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e- [American Catholic Magazine]\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Goldbach becomes the Rust Belt's muse, a fervent ode to steel and the steel industry that has found itself. \u003cbr\u003eJudging by the sentences that are full of passion and power, it seems like he has definitely learned how to sing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e- [Pittsburgh Post-Gazette]\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Goldbach skillfully weaves together a story of mental illness, poverty, rape culture, and his childhood within the Catholic Church, blending descriptive and reflective insight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 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