I was raised picking chiles and tying grapes with those families. I have a lot I could say on this. (Plus, our beloved neighbors were actual Okies who came to pick fruit in California.) I've talked to farmers from Maryland to the San Joaquin Valley, some used to drive down to Mexico every season and pick up the same families every season.
I was raised picking chiles and tying grapes with those families. I have a lot I could say on this. (Plus, our beloved neighbors were actual Okies who came to pick fruit in California.) I've talked to farmers from Maryland to the San Joaquin Valley, some used to drive down to Mexico every season and pick up the same families every season.
Two quickies: in grade school we used to go by the burning busses where Cesar Chavez's United Farm Worker's union thugs stood with baseball bats. He hated seasonal migrants, since he was born in Indiana.
When 'La Migra'- ICE immigration or Border Patrol would come by the ranch in Nevada, we'd hide our Mexicans inbetween haystacks, piling up bales to block off the ends and making it look like one solid stack. They'd offer to buy us beer and take us hands to the Mustang Ranch, the local brothel! (High school kids had to enter in the back.)
I was raised picking chiles and tying grapes with those families. I have a lot I could say on this. (Plus, our beloved neighbors were actual Okies who came to pick fruit in California.) I've talked to farmers from Maryland to the San Joaquin Valley, some used to drive down to Mexico every season and pick up the same families every season.
Two quickies: in grade school we used to go by the burning busses where Cesar Chavez's United Farm Worker's union thugs stood with baseball bats. He hated seasonal migrants, since he was born in Indiana.
When 'La Migra'- ICE immigration or Border Patrol would come by the ranch in Nevada, we'd hide our Mexicans inbetween haystacks, piling up bales to block off the ends and making it look like one solid stack. They'd offer to buy us beer and take us hands to the Mustang Ranch, the local brothel! (High school kids had to enter in the back.)