My name is Ruth Calloway. I was sixty-nine when my son Marcus asked me to accompany him to his company’s Christmas party. His wife had recently left, and he couldn’t bear facing his coworkers alone. So I baked his favorite lemon bars, put on my green dress, and went with him. Marcus had worked at Prescott Fabrication for twelve years and never missed a single day. I was proud to see him smiling again.
But the evening took an ugly turn when the company owner, Curtis Prescott, climbed onto the stage after several drinks. He began mocking employees, then singled out my son. “Look, everybody! Marcus brought his MOMMY to the party!” The room erupted in laughter. Then Curtis announced that a grown man who needed his mother at a company event wasn’t suitable for his factory floor. He publicly fired Marcus and ordered him to clean out his locker Monday.
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