A Labor Day reflection — and an invitation
Here is a piece of history most Americans never learn: May Day, the workers’ holiday celebrated across Europe every May 1st, commemorates an American event. In May 1886, hundreds of thousands of American workers walked off the job demanding the eight-hour day. The rallying cry, borrowed from the reformer Robert Owen, was simple and humane: eight hours for work, eight hours for rest, eight hours for what we will. The movement’s center was Chicago, where a rally at Haymarket Square turned deadly — and where the martyrs of that fight became the reason the rest of the world marks May 1st as International Workers’ Day.
America, uneasy with that memory, chose a different date. In 1894, we placed our Labor Day safely at the other end of summer — a parade, a picnic, a mattress sale. Europe kept our holiday and its meaning. We kept the day off and quietly misplaced the point.
I didn’t plan the symbolism, but I’ve never been able to ignore it: I moved to Norway on May Day, 2001. I stepped off a plane into a country shut down not for shopping but for remembering — banners in the streets, families out together, a nation pausing to honor a promise workers once wrung from the world. I would spend a decade there learning what that promise looks like when a culture actually keeps it. Parents leaving work without apology to pick up their children. Vacations taken — actually taken. Work occupying its proper place instead of demanding every other place.
That’s the difference between the two holidays, really. Not the date. The contract.
The broken contract
Eight for work, eight for rest, eight for what we will. That was the deal. And by any honest accounting, we broke it.
Since that bargain was struck, productivity hasn’t merely doubled — it has multiplied many times over. In 1930, John Maynard Keynes predicted that by 2030 his grandchildren would work fifteen-hour weeks and face the delightful problem of too much leisure. As I write in my forthcoming book:
“Keynes was right about the productivity gains. He was catastrophically wrong about who would benefit from them.”
The gains were real. They simply never reached the third eight — the hours for what we will. Instead, the worker mostly inherited more toil: the second household income without a second support system, the smartphone tether that dissolved the boundary between work and rest, the gig that fills the evening the eight-hour day was supposed to protect. Automation was supposed to be labor’s dividend. It became labor’s replacement threat.
“We believe we are selling hours. We are selling the capacity that hours make possible — presence, generosity, attention, the slow accumulation of a self.”
And now artificial intelligence arrives — the greatest productivity multiplier in human history — and we are about to decide, again, who inherits the gains. We have perhaps a few years, not a few decades, to answer differently than we did the last time.
The book
This is why I wrote Room to Be Human.
It’s the story of a kid who grew up hungry in America, burned out so completely he landed in a Norwegian emergency room certain he was dying, and then spent twenty years — in Norway, and in building a company back home on Norwegian-inflected assumptions — testing whether the old promise could actually be kept. It turns out it can. Iceland proved it. The UK’s four-day-week trials proved it. Microsoft Japan proved it. We proved it at Agile Six. The forty-hour week was never a law of nature. It was a choice — and, as I argue in the book, so is what comes next:
“The forty-hour workweek wasn’t a gift from benevolent employers. It was won through decades of organizing, striking, and demanding — through people who refused to accept that exhaustion was the price of survival.”
Do something this Labor Day
The original Labor Day wasn’t a day of rest. It was a day of demand. So here is mine, and here is yours.
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The workers of 1886 didn’t get the eight-hour day by wishing. They got it by demanding it together, out loud. A century and a half later, the demand is due for renewal — before the next great wave of productivity gets distributed the way the last one did.
Eight for work. Eight for rest. Eight for what we will.
Let’s go get the third eight back. And then talk about what healthy progress really looks like.
