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JIM FUGLIE: View From The Prairie — A Laundry Lament

My wife, Lillian, is an Anglophile. For at least as long as I’ve known her, she’s been fascinated by anything involving England or Great Britain, especially royalty, especially female royalty. Also British history. Our library is full of books about England.

So a few summers ago, she took a dream trip, a three-week tour of England and the British Isles, with her sister and her niece. They had a great time. They saw a lot, did a lot, ate and drank a lot. Three full weeks worth. The only time they slowed down was to sleep and pee, and I’m not even sure they did that.

It was the longest we had ever been apart. I got mighty lonely. One day, toward the end of the three weeks, I was folding laundry and feeling really down in the dumps because it was only MY laundry, nothing feminine, and I was thinking back to a sad time in my life when every load of laundry was like that.

Then the phone rang, and it was Lillian, calling from Scotland, I think, just to check in, tell me about what she had been doing and asking how I was doing. I half blubbered, “I’m folding laundry, and it’s just mine, nothing of yours, and I miss you, and if you’ll just hurry home, I promise I’ll fold your laundry for the rest of my life.”

Well, it wasn’t long until she was home again, and that was no idle promise. Since that day, I have striven mightily to be the first to the laundry basket when it comes upstairs. Lillian chips in when I’ve been gone for a while, or busy (read: fishing or golfing), but for the most part, I have kept my promise. It’s just one of the household tasks I enjoy doing, and I do remember my promise, with a wry smile, each time I do it.

And so, on one recent day, I was tackling a full basket and grabbed a pair of Lillian’s yoga pants, and they were inside out, and as I turned them outside out, I glanced down at the tag, and saw that it said, “Made in Vietnam.”

That caught me off guard, kind of took my breath away. I had never paid attention to a “Made in …” tag on clothing before, and I immediately flashed back to two years on an aircraft carrier, much of it floating around the Tonkin Gulf, sending planes off to bomb the Ho Chi Minh Trail. 

And now the children and grandchildren of the Vietnamese who survived that awful time are making yoga pants for our wives. Damn!

As I folded the rest of that load of laundry, I glanced at tags as they came by. To say I was shocked is an understatement. Everything in the basket had a tag stating where it was made. I guess we have a law that requires that. So I started looking at the tags on the other items in that load.

Dang! China. Pakistan. Dominican Republic. Bangladesh. Jordan. Mexico. Sri Lanka. I kept digging, looking for a “Made in USA” tag. Nope. Not on any of my clothes. Not on Lillian’s. And it wasn’t just the clothes. Napkins from the UK and India. Towels from Sweden. Dish rags from India. Dang! Who knew?

So I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and made some notes. Here’s what I found in that laundry basket that day.

JIM’S THINGS:

  • Handkerchiefs — China.
  • Shirt – Pakistan.
  • Mickey Mouse Winter Pajamas —China.
  • Black Summer Pajamas – India.
  • Sweatshirt — Nicaragua.
  • Two Old Navy hoodies — Vietnam.
  • Sweatpants — One China, One Pakistan.
  • National Park T-shirt — Assembled in Guatemala with U.S. Products.
  • White tee shirts — One Bangladesh, One Honduras.
  • Wrangler Jeans — Mexico.

LILLIAN’S THINGS:

  • North Face yoga pants — Vietnam.
  • Two blouses — Vietnam.
  • Jeans — Bangladesh.
  • Vanderbilt shirt — Vietnam.
  • Tank top — Jordan.
  • Jacket — Designed in Vancouver, B.C., made in China.
  • Folk Festival T-shirt — China.
  • Pajamas — Sri Lanka.
  • Vanderbilt hoodie — Dominican Republic.
  • More yoga pants—Sri Lanka.

HOUSEHOLD THNGS:

  • Napkins — United Kingdom.
  • Hand towel — Sweden.
  • Dishrags — India.
  • Napkins — India.

I sat down to catch my breath. OK, I thought, from now on, I’m going to pay attention when I shop for new clothes and look for a USA tag. Except at my age, I don’t really need much in the way of clothes. I’ve got a closet full of shirts and pants, many of which don’t fit any more, but I keep hoping someday …

The nice folks up at the VA clinic in Bismarck, whose job it is to keep veterans, especially old, overweight veterans like me, healthy and alive, are working with me on a diet and exercise program designed to make me fit back into those clothes someday. If it works, I should be good for life.

I remember a while back I needed some new boxer shorts, so on a trip to Target, I spotted some three-packs of boxers on sale. I grabbed two and said to Lillian, “Well, I should be good for life now. I’ll never have to buy another pair of shorts.” 

“Don’t talk like that!” she shot back. “I hate it when you say that.”

Three years later, I’m doing just fine with my boxers. So I grabbed a pair out of the drawer to see what the tag said.

“Made in Vietnam.”

Nooooo.

Fifty years after I returned home from the war we lost, my most intimate garments are made in, of all places. VIETNAM!

With the laundry all folded and put away that day, I went to my closet to see what other kind of bad news I might find there. How many of those shirts and pants hanging there, some of which fit and some of which don’t, were made in the USA?

None. 

I did find two things in my clothes closet with “Made in the USA” labels: My two best suits. Thank you, Strauss and KG Men’s Store. Pretty much all of my neckties were made in China. I found one that said, “Made in the USA with imported products.” Yeah, we don’t produce much silk here.

I went downstairs to look at my hunting clothes. Mostly Bangladesh. One pair of coveralls, endorsed by Jim “Catfish” Hunter, made in the USA.

Well, shoot. What’s going on here?

I went looking for answers. I found the best ones in stories at public radio affiliates. Somebody’s been studying. Here’s what they learned.

In 1960, an average American household spent over 10 percent of its income on clothing and shoes. The average person bought 20 to 25 garments each year, and about 95 percent of our clothes were made in the United States.

Today, the average American household spends less than 3.5 percent of its budget on clothing and shoes. Yet, we buy more clothing than ever before, nearly 20 billion garments a year, close to 70 pieces of clothing per person. Or more than one clothing purchase per week.

In today’s dollars, in 1960 we were spending about $4,000 a year on clothing. Now we spend about $1,800. How can that be? Because today, only 2 percent of our clothing is made in the U.S. You read that right. Ninety-eight percent of the clothing we buy today is made somewhere else.

A Bureau of Labor Statistics report says that between 1990 and 2011, about 750,000 apparel manufacturing jobs in the U.S. disappeared. About 150,000 remain. What happened during that time period? Remember NAFTA?

Today, the average U.S. garment worker — what few are left — makes about 38 times the wage of his or her counterpart in Bangladesh.

And that once-most famous of all labor unions, the Ladies Garment Workers Union, no longer exists.

Shame on us.

But that’s the state of things. There’s nothing we can do about it, that I can see. We can’t just decide to only buy clothes made here. We can try, I guess, but it‘s gonna be pretty hard.

As for me, well, dear Lillian, I’m almost 75, and if the folks at the VA and I succeed, I’ll have plenty of clothes to last me the rest of my life. But I am going to go shopping for some boxers made in Bangladesh or Nicaragua or Sri Lanka. I’ll report back.

And I’ll keep on folding laundry. It just won’t be nearly as much fun as it has been the last few years.




One thought on “JIM FUGLIE: View From The Prairie — A Laundry Lament”

  • Dina Butcher May 10, 2022 at 9:47 am

    Made me laugh and realize that your conservative friends would agree completely!

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