TODAY is Labour Day, and if this country is honest with itself, this day should do more than produce speeches, marching parades and staged smiles from politicians who spend the rest of the year too distant from the daily struggle of the worker. It should trouble our conscience. It should force those in power, and those who employ others, to pause and ask themselves whether they have really paid attention to the men and women whose sweat keeps this country alive. This day belongs to the working class. It belongs to the miner who risks his life underground, the nurse who stays awake when the whole town is asleep, the teacher in an overcrowded classroom in rural Zambia, the cleaner...