One morning three years ago this April, I found myself in front of Alma Mater, nervously handing out picket signs to a small group of my fellow graduate workers. We were apprehensive, but I knew what we were fighting for.
By that time, it had been two years since I cast my democratic vote, alongside other student workers at Columbia, to form a union. We won, with 72 percent of the vote—but the university refused to even acknowledge us. Our handmade signs read "Recognize our Union!", "Pro-Union = Anti-Sexual Harassment" and "Strike! Make History."