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Organized Labor and the Black Worker 1619-1973

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Philip S. Foner
Philip S. Foner

Philip S. Foner (December 14, 1910 – December 13, 1994) was an American Marxist historian, labor scholar, and editor. Born in New York City, he dedicated his career to studying the U.S. labor movement, socialist thought, and African American history. He is best known for his multi-volume work 'History of the Labor Movement in the United States,' which systematically chronicles workers' struggles from colonial times to the 20th century. Foner also edited the 'Life and Writings of Frederick Douglass' and other key texts. His leftist views often sparked controversy, but his rigorous archival research and interdisciplinary approach laid foundations for American social history. He taught at several universities, including Lincoln University and Columbia University, and received multiple academic honors. more

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