Later, I learned that he was not the only one. The others were just paid off and forced to leave. He was still here because he thought he should deserve more than just a pittance. He was hardworking, loyal and the most senior of workers. He wanted to be treated diff erently. He wanted to make a diff erence. There he stood high, indignantly, being recognized but not well enough. The fi ght between a small person and a powerful giant was the fi ght between a bare hand and a tank. The end was a tragedy, an imaginable one. He knew he couldn’t die for nothing. He also knew he couldn’t possibly get much out of it. But his conscience insisted that he had to sue the company, which he did. It made big news in those days. But at last, he lost and was soon forgotten.