I guess I am just the eternal optimist. The genes of American Craftsmanship do indeed survive. Craftsmen, afterall, are not really well suited for mega corporations, huge manufactorys increasingly geared to making a penny profit on a ten dollar wholesale, moved out by the tens of thousands a day. No, the true craftsmen, the ones proudly titled "Cutler" have either found their niche in benchmade shops, or having mastered their craft, joined the American tradition of Entrepreneurs starting their own shop.
Make no mistake, we are in a war. An economic war. As surely as we were at war years before Pearl Harbor, we are facing industrial espionage and market flooding by a nation that is using our own greed and inventions to drive us down economically. Greedy businessmen moving manufacturing offshore to increase profits at the expense of the domestic workers are unwitting collaborators with the enemy. As are American consumers sucking up cheap imported goods in an effort to stretch their shrinking dollars.
I remember Sam Walton very well. I was in his tiny store where it all started. And I remember his philosophy of sharing his success with his workers, associates he called them ( and they were proud when he did), and with the community in which his stores operated. "BUY AMERICAN" was to Sam Walton what "America Works With Schrade" was to the Baers. Not just a catchy slogan, but a way of doing buisiness and a very personal memory of what it meant to the American economy to buy and sell domestic goods.
Schrade LLC China does not seem to be going gangbusters the way they thought they would. Their knives bearing the image and names of Imperial Schrade USA patterns are languishing, even though you can go out and buy a 152 Oriental Timer Chopfinger for twelve dollars retail. I am just optimist enough to believe that the Schrade names will be for sale again someday, this time purchased by a patriotic group who will burn the chinese boxes with the purloined American Flag on them. Maybe not, but I do know that all those Schrade workers did not dry up and blow away when the last truckload of scrap left the Ellenville plant.
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(the preceeding rant may be sung to the tune of "Tomorrow" from the Broadway play "Little Orphan Annie".)