You’re Going to Hell – Part 1

“Your Going to Hell! – Part 1”
(You social derelict!)


From 1979 to 1986 I worked for one of the major tire manufacturer’s in Akron, Ohio.  The management style at that company in those days could be characterized as “Management by Intimidation.”

I remember that I started in March of 1979.  Along about August the conversations at lunch began to include discussions about the upcoming Corporate Extortion Program, which was the annual charity drive where the company tried to force you to give money to a specific charity it supported.  I had some major religious objections to many of the activities of that organization, and mentioned one day that I would refuse to donate.

“Oh yes you will!”    said one of my colleagues.  “They have ways of making sure you contribute.”

Our department had a designated solicitor.  When I told him that I didn’t want to contribute anything, he made all kinds of hints about how I might want to change my mind.  After about 30 minutes he left, and I didn’t think anymore about it.  That is, until the next day when I was called down to the office of our department manager, who I will refer to as “RM.”

RM spent the next two weeks making every threat imaginable in an attempt to get me to contribute something to this company endorsed organization.  I have to admit that I was getting pretty tired of the daily threats.  In those days I had a fairly successful side-line chimney sweep business, and one of my good customers was a fellow by the name of Fred Zuch.  Everybody in Summit county knew who Fred was as he was the prosecutor of a very famous murder case in Akron (The Dean Milo murder.  This murder was the subject of a book and was featured on a number of TV crime shows). I talked at length with Fred on one of my chimney cleaning visits, and he said I should call him if they continued to pressure me.  I will come down and act as your official attorney and tell RM that an injunction is in the making”.

Two days later RM had me in his office again, telling me that I was a “social reprobate” because I refused to donate.  “You’re going to Hell!” he yelled at the top of his voice.  “You’re nothing but a social derelict!”

I finally had my belly full of the shenanigans he was using to try to force me to contribute to an organization about which I had some real moral issues.  His office telephone was one of those little yellow, square ATT phones that only had the push buttons on it for numbers.

“Excuse me RM.”  I said as I reached over, grabbed his phone, and turned it around to face me.  I then picked up the phone and begin dialing a number.  Now I have to confess that I had no idea what number I was dialing.  I just dialed some numbers, held on to the phone, and after a few seconds said “May I please speak to Fred Zuch? ….. OK, I can hold….”

“Fred Zuch?”  said RM has he began to ponder.  “Why he’s one of the county prosecutors.”

“That’s correct, RM.  He is also my personal attorney and he told me to call him the next time you hassled me about this donation.  He is going to come here so he can slap you and the company with an injunction.”

I don’t think I have ever seen anyone get as angry as he did at that moment, except for maybe the guy we called “The Toad,” but that will be the subject of a later blog entry.  He grabbed the phone receiver from me, slammed it on the little square base, and yanked the entire unit out of my hand with such force that the phone jack came flying  off the wall.  This wasn’t one of those little RJ11 phone cords like we use these days.  This was a big, thick cord that was hardwired into the wall.  He broke that cotton pickin cord completely off the wall.

“Get out of my G_ _ D_ _ _ _ _ office!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Why RM, what happened to all the religious mumbo jumbo you were just giving me?”

At that point he repeated what he had just said.  I started to leave his office and just as I was approaching his office door, I heard this loud thug right next to my head.  RM had literally thrown his phone at me and barely miss

ed “beaning” me in the head.  (My wife claims there was no real  danger of injury to me, though the phone may have suffered irrepairable damage had it actually hit me in the head!)

Over the next 7 years I was always the first one that the   department solicitor would approach for donations.  Many in the department would ask right off the bat if I had contributed yet.  I never once contributed to that charitable organization.  But this incident wasn’t the last time RM would tell me….. “You’re going to Hell!”

Stay tuned for part 2.

About clayandali
Trained as a research chemist, but have been involved with Entrepreneurship for over 30 years. I have been involved in photography for 41 years. Ali is a graduate of the Ohio Institute of Photography in Dayton, OH. She loves both portrait and landscape work.

One Response to You’re Going to Hell – Part 1

  1. Bob M says:

    Interesting, as I use to work for a company that did the same thing. I never saw anyone have a phone thrown at them, but I have heard screaming and yelling. Fortunately, I don’t have to worry about that here.

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