Slave Labor: McDonalds Franchisee Forced 25-Hour Shifts, Threatened Deportation


Yeah, clowns. Your PR keeps getting worse.

Over the span of a few months, your humble servants at PRNewser have unfortunately shared a cornucopia of stories about the Golden Clown regarding his actions on handing out government cheese (on the burgers probably), advising its loyal employees how to live in poverty then shuts down its slightly offensive McResources hotline, and finally, how McDonalds is now America’s most hated company.

And now, the clown has its worse news yet. We’re talking real slave labor. In 2014. Like, today.

Bah-dah-bah-bop-bop … so many vegans are loving this.

According to Raw Story, this is a harrowing tale about a McDonald’s franchisee named Andy Cheung was accused of mistreating foreign students who worked for him has agreed to pay $205,977 in back wages and damages to 291 former employees, the U.S. Department of Labor said.

mcdonalds-im-not-lovin-itThe “mistreating” of these foreign students was threatening to deport them clean to wherever because they had the unmitigated gall to complain about working a 25-hour shift. Like, in a row. All for shakes, burgers and cleaning those petri dish playgrounds. Yeech!

Most of the students came to the U.S. from Latin America and Asia under the Summer Work program, ”to experience and to be exposed to the people and way of life in the United States.”

Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy?

The employees, who were working at McDonalds under a cultural exchange program, said they were forced to work shifts that ran longer than a day and pay for housing in the basement of the franchisee, where their rent was nearly in line with what they were paid. They had come to the United States under the State Department’s Summer Work travel program; some had paid $3,000 on the promise of full-time work but were given only a handful of hours a week.

I once heard a horrendous mockery of our national anthem, “Land of the free; Home of the slave.” I was incensed with rage when I heard that. I got in the dumb hipster’s face and everything. Cooler heads prevailed and I went home. And then I read this story a few months later.

Absolutely. No. Words.