It is Christmas Eve, 1970. In the shipping room of a Montreal dress factory, the workers get drunk and decide to go on strike.\ “So many of the guys I knew on the street are gone dead or crazy, man. There’s no escape. This whole country is just one big factory, one big jail, Billy Either you’re a good nigger or ya die. Know what I mean? Black, yellow, white. We’re all niggers down on Rockefeller’s Plantation, man.”\ “Punks, Billy. All we get now is punks I used to have this shipping...
On Christmas Eve the workers in a Montreal shipping room get drunk and go on strike.