I support the union because my colleagues deserve more equitable working conditions. Our successes can raise industry standards for all media workers.

I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get a fair contract because The New Yorker is only as strong as the people who make it.

Before our first contract went into effect, I was an editorial assistant earning the bare minimum; the new salary floor made it possible for me to stay and thrive here. Three years later, I want to insure that the same can be said for my colleagues and the people who come after us.

I’m willing to strike, walk away, move in another direction, do whatever might be needed to help secure a contract that will sustain my talented and singular colleagues, who work so hard for too little.

I support the union because the union supports me, and the copy editor sitting to my right, and the fact checker down the hall, and the editorial producer I’m messaging at 11 P.M. on a Friday. The union supports all the big—and brilliantly small—work that goes into making this valuable magazine, and The New Yorker’s value appreciates with the work created by every single one of my valuable colleagues. It’s time to reaffirm our value through a new, fair contract.

We started a union to improve working conditions at The New Yorker. But, in negotiations for our second contract, management and its legal team have shown a cynical lack of investment in our members. They want to bring us backward. We won’t accept less than we deserve!

I want a fair contract to insure that all of my colleagues are justly compensated for their diligence and dedication to The New Yorker, and so that people of all backgrounds are able to work at the magazine.

I joined after the union’s first contract, and I have benefitted every day from the wages and protections that my colleagues secured. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that the remarkable people who work here are valued—now and in the future.

The New Yorker’s avowed commitment to “rigor, fairness, and excellence” should extend to every corner of the magazine. Fair contract now, or else!

Take care of each other.

We who toil to put out The New Yorker week in and week out are the heart, the lungs, and the soul of this operation. We give so much of ourselves to insure that the product we create lives up to the standards that this publication is famous for, and we deserve a healthy environment in which to work and a living wage for doing the work. I stand with my New Yorker Union colleagues to make that a reality, and I am prepared to do whatever it takes to win a fair contract.

I’m proud to stand with my New Yorker colleagues, whose extraordinary work deserves fair compensation.

I’m willing to do whatever it takes in the fight for a fair contract because it is vital that all aspects of our shared enterprise live up to the values that we espouse, examine, and demand in the work that we publish. To hold ourselves to a different standard extends beyond hypocrisy to farce.

As I am a part-time employee, it’s important for me to claim ownership of the work I do outside working hours, a right Condé Nast has tried to convolute if not outright take away. I don’t—and couldn’t—live on a part-time paycheck. I support my colleagues, and I admire their will to act collectively!

I’m ready to strike because I believe that we deserve a contract that adequately reflects the value that we provide to The New Yorker. Without us, the magazine would not exist at the level of quality that it’s renowned for, if it would even exist at all, and I stand ready to prove that point.

I stand with my brilliant colleagues because they deserve to be compensated for their hard work, and because livable wages (and fair contract terms) will only serve to make our magazine better.

Class struggle is the struggle for existence. We won’t stop until we get a fair contract.

I’m ready to do whatever it takes to get a fair contract for myself and my New Yorker colleagues. I have a responsibility to teach my kid that you can love your job and also fight for what you deserve. Living wages for all!

I’m ready to strike because I shouldn’t have to be a Kennedy to get some respect around here.

I purchased my first home this year after saving up for a decade—costs are high, rates are high—I’m tethered to the economy in a very serious way now. Unfortunately, my salary doesn’t feel serious.

Working at an institution like this is a bit surreal. It’s even more surreal that our work is constantly taken for granted by management, especially in this bargaining process. The magazine lands in mailboxes each week only because we pick the photos, we fix the text, we check the facts, and we send the pages to the printer. Our worth is reflected in those pages—it must be reflected in our contract.

I am so proud to stand with my colleagues and more than ready to do what it takes to win a fair contract that values our labor and reflects the realities of living today.

I’m ready to fight for the financial and cultural equity we deserve at this magazine. The work and dedication we put into The New Yorker needs to be reflected in the company’s wages and rights.

I’m ready to strike!! I spend more time with the people at The New Yorker than my own child. The least we can be offered is a fair contract, an equitable and diverse working environment, better pay, and a workplace without harassment. The New Yorker should live up to higher standards, and lead the industry. I want to make sure we set a standard that can never be erased, for generations to come.

I’m ready to fight for a fair contract because I know that the standards we set for workers’ rights underpin everything else, and I’ve seen the power and change that we can win when we stand together. Whatever it takes—solidarity forever!

I’m proud to stand alongside my brilliant and dedicated colleagues in pursuit of a contract that honors their exceptional work. Ready to do whatever it takes.

I believe that we should practice the justice that is written about so incisively in our pages.

I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to secure a fair contract because it’s time to build on the hard-won progress we’ve made, not allow ourselves to be pushed backward.

The company’s lawyer told us that “we’re going to have a big problem” if we continue to insist on inflation-adjusted wage increases. Sounds like a plan! I’m ready to do whatever it takes to win a fair contract.

I started two months ago and have already reaped the rewards of the New Yorker Union’s first contract a hundred times over. I enjoy the raised salary floor, better work-life balance, more time off, the security of “just cause”—and the more general sense of empowerment that results when workers have a voice. All these things have made it possible for me to enjoy and thrive in my job. This is to say, the union has made it possible for me to enjoy and thrive in my job. I’m fighting for our contract and for my co-workers because they fought for me before they’d ever even met me.

I’ll do whatever it takes to win softball games—and a contract that’s as strong as the work we do.

For nearly a century, The New Yorker has set the standard for magazine writing and reporting. The people who make this possible? The writers, editors, copy editors, and fact checkers who work here. Paying fair compensation equals keeping and nurturing the next generation of diverse talent. It’s a win-win.

I’m prepared to strike because my colleagues and I deserve fair wages that reflect our talent and diligence.

I’m so proud to work at The New Yorker, and I’m ready to strike if necessary to insure suitable wages for my colleagues.

There is no higher purpose than taking care of one another, and no better way to help one another than as a collective. I’m ready to do whatever it takes to fulfill this purpose.

The changes we seek fully depend on the power of collective action. I stand in solidarity with my colleagues at The New Yorker, who are fighting for fairness, dignity, and compassion, values that they bring to their work every day.

I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to get a strong contract because my colleagues deserve fair compensation that reflects the brilliance of everyone’s contributions to this publication. I am proud to stand with the union and grateful for all the hard work that was put in to earn the first contract.

I’m ready to act in solidarity with my colleagues because I believe that anyone should be able to say yes to a job at this magazine.

Making The New Yorker weekly—daily!—requires so much from the workers who pore over every detail, every word, every comma, every piece of art that appears on our Web site and in our pages. We give it our all because we love this place and believe in the work. The least the company can do is show us that it values and believes in us as much as we do in it.

I am ready to do whatever it takes to secure a fair contract because the brilliant, tireless people who work here deserve it and I believe it will strengthen The New Yorker as an institution.

It is important to me that my colleagues get fair treatment and compensation for all the great work they do.

I stand with my union and with my New Yorker colleagues and for a fair contract for all.

I would like our contracts to reflect the value of the work we do and the values of the company where we work.

I stand with my brilliant and hardworking New Yorker colleagues because a fairer contract means a stronger workforce and a better New Yorker. It’s good for everybody, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get it.

I’m willing to strike because the supposed values of Condé Nast—creativity, passion, innovation, empowerment, collaboration, and integrity—are unattainable without humane management and an accurate valuation of my incredible colleagues’ work.

The New Yorker itself boasts of its “rigor, fairness, and excellence”; the rigorous work of the magazine’s excellent workers is impossible without fair compensation.

Our first union contract changed The New Yorker for the better; in addition to codifying (significant) material gains, it helped to improve the culture of our workplace in ways big and small. But we can’t get complacent—winning a new contract that maintains and expands on these gains will take an organized fight. I’m ready to do what it takes to insure that our next contract is just as strong as our first.

As I approach the thirtieth anniversary of my employment at The New Yorker, I appreciate the union’s standing up for my rights, and I fully support its efforts to continue to do so.

I stand with my union colleagues in our fight for a fair contract.

I’m prepared to strike in order to show management just how valuable the labor of The New Yorker staffers is.

I am ready to strike because my talented and hardworking colleagues deserve to be compensated for their brilliant work.

I’m ready to strike because I believe that everyone at The New Yorker deserves respect, fair wages, and a supportive work environment.

I stand with my colleagues at The New Yorker!

I’m honored and proud to stand with my brilliant co-workers in securing the fair contract we deserve for our work.

I believe that The New Yorker can do better to fight for the people who make it—for fair wages that meet inflation, and a fair contract that reflects our contributions—and I believe that it will, even if it takes a fight.

Through a fair contract, we will push for the democratic changes so badly needed in corporate media and continue to make The New Yorker a fair and equitable place of excellence.

The indefatigable employees of The New Yorker deserve a contract that is better than the last one, and I’m prepared to join my colleagues in doing whatever is necessary to get it.

My colleagues are the greatest. This is simple. We deserve a dignified contract.

I have seen the significant difference that a strong first contract made in so many of our lives. I owe it to my family and my co-workers to build on that contract—I’m ready to do what it takes.

This contract matters because yesterday’s price is not today’s price.

I’m fighting for a fair contract to be able to afford transportation around the city and other basic costs of living.

I’m ready to strike because The New Yorker should live its values. As our union has shown repeatedly, the company will do that only when workers force it to.

I’m willing to do what it takes to get to a fair contract because at the very least our salaries should keep up with inflation.

Standing with my New Yorker colleagues for a fairer contract.

Let us commit to preserving the last, best hope of the Republic of Letters.

(Photo credit: Jamie Ellington)

Because we (still) can’t live off prestige.

Of all the accomplishments of The New Yorker, I would think having a unionized collective of employees who rally around one another and their work every day might outshine even the most illustrious awards. I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to get a fair contract and living wages.

I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get a contract that properly reflects the value of our work and contributions to this magazine. Solidarity forever.

I’m proud to stand with my colleagues so that we’re compensated fairly for our work.

I’m ready to do whatever it takes to get to a contract with salaries that reflect the value of our work, and which protects our right to do creative projects on our personal time. We need a contract that communicates respect, and Condé Nast’s contempt-first approach is not the way to a deal.

Baudelaire wrote, in a posthumous poem, “You gave me mud and I turned it into gold,” which is as good a description of the editorial process as I’ve seen. If only making gold were not paid in mud!

I’m proud to stand with my colleagues because making a magazine that uplifts literary art and rigorous journalism should not require sacrificing our own. (There would be very few artists, writers, and weekend editors on staff without allowance for outside work—and fair pay!)

I’m ready to strike with my colleagues for a better, fairer future.

It’s unethical for Advance Publications and Condé Nast to make billions of dollars off the labor of employees whom they balk at paying more than $60,500. Our contract is a way of addressing this inequity, among others.

I support a fair contract because I believe that the continued existence of a robust and rigorous media industry can be assured only by supporting its workers.

Why are my colleagues and I demanding an equitable contract, with protections and pay that keep pace with contemporary realities? The answer is that, week in and week out, the quality of The New Yorker is clearly reflected in our collective intelligence and hard work, and its reputation of journalistic excellence continues as a result.

I support my co-workers’ fight for a fair contract. We are working to build a sustainable future for journalism.

The staff of this magazine is what makes it great. Our hard work, care, and experience deserve fair wages, fair conditions, and stronger protections around layoffs. And I’m ready to stand with my colleagues and do whatever it takes.

Striking is the most important and powerful tool we have as a collective to get the contract we deserve—and I’m ready to strike. We give this magazine everything, and it’s time that management recognized our value; if not, we’ll make them!

My favorite work phrase is: “Teamwork makes the dream work.” And that phrase doesn’t work without a team that is not only treated fairly but paid fairly for the hard work they put in. The team here at The New Yorker is one of the hardest-working and most passionate teams I’ve ever been lucky enough to be a part of. I will not stop fighting for a fair contract until it is won. That’s what makes the dream work.

So much thought, care, and respect are poured into creating The New Yorker. We owe that to ourselves and one another, too, which is why I’m ready to do whatever it takes for a fair contract.

I stand with the union because we shouldn’t have to wonder if we can afford to have our jobs.

A dream job is still a job. That’s why I’m fighting for a fair contract.

I stand behind the New Yorker Union because every employee contributing to our exceptional work deserves nothing less than a livable wage.

I am prepared to strike to secure higher wages and better working conditions for myself and my colleagues at The New Yorker. We deserve a contract that reflects the true value of the incredible and tireless work that we bring to this magazine each week—and we’re not willing to accept anything less than what we feel is fair and worthy of that labor.

I would love to afford an apartment where my kitchen isn’t in my bedroom, and dream of the same exorbitant luxuries for my worthy colleagues. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to secure a fair and dignifying contract, including withholding my labor. Solidarity forever.

I’m ready to strike because our contract should reflect the value of the work we do.

I’m proud to stand with my amazing colleagues in fighting for a fair contract that reflects the value of our contributions and keeps the work that we do sustainable.

My colleagues and I deserve wages that keep pace with inflation—something we objectively don’t have right now—and The New Yorker deserves to more genuinely embody its values of fairness, progress, and principled consideration of the facts. But its parent company has shown, time and again, that it won’t make meaningful change unless forced to. I’m more than happy to show them what we’re made of.

I am ready to fight for a fair contract not only because my colleagues deserve a raise and the ability to earn a decent living in this city but also because better working conditions make for a better magazine.

The New Yorker would not exist without the workers—editors, fact checkers, designers, copy editors, proofreaders—who make this dream a reality, day in and day out. We deserve a fair contract that values our labor and protects our rights. I’m ready to do whatever it takes to win that contract.

I’m ready to strike to support my co-workers, who deserve fair compensation and work practices!

Crikey, Condé Nast, can we please all just have a living wage? My rent just went up five and a half per cent, and I have two kids to support in this not-cheap metropolis. Some might say that I made the wrong career choice—why be a copy editor when you could be a C.E.O.? But I can’t be a C.E.O.; I’m not tall enough. Anyway, the point is, I stand with my New Yorker Union colleagues, and, like them, I’m ready, nay, eager to do whatever it takes to secure a fair contract, starting with pasting this expression onto my face whenever I pass a Condé executive in the hallway. Power to the people who actually make The New Yorker!

It is difficult to imagine what The New Yorker would look like if it weren’t for its commitment to nurturing—and drawing on—the talents and ideas of its editorial staffers.

The first contract made it possible for me to live in this very expensive city. It’s been more than three years, and wages haven’t kept up with inflation and the cost of living. I’m ready to do whatever it takes to fight for the contract we all deserve!

I am ready to do whatever it takes to get the fair contract my colleagues and I deserve, one that values our labor and protects our rights and freedoms.

I stand with all my colleagues, who deserve a fair contract that reflects the value of our work.

I’m ready to do whatever it takes for all of my colleagues to be fairly compensated for their work.