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A New Day For Migrant Farm Workers

My mom (short hair, 3rd from right), Rafaela Castro, and dad (mustached, 2nd from left), Steve Belcher, participating in a United Farm Workers grape boycott in Philadelphia in 1966(?).
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I was in my car in 2015 when I heard the now classic excerpt from this speech in which the 45th president claimed that Mexican immigrants bring crime, drugs and “they’re rapists.” I remember feeling this ominous sense of doom. This was not normal. Why are they broadcasting this? The media could have framed this speech as “presidential candidate engages in racists slurs” or even just a “WTF?” But his words were repeated over and over again. My shock was never that some white wannabe rich asshole would say such things, but that “journalists” which I heralded as educated and principled group would chose to give these words airtime without any context. I will grow old waiting for the media to apologize, so for now I will embrace the hope that Biden will, with a bust of Cesar Chavez overlooking him, work to protect migrant farm workers.

I grew up believing that Latino immigrants are the foundation of our country and its economy. My grandparents were migrant farm workers who worked their way from Texas where they did not cross the border because they lived on the American side. Still my grandmother had three kids by the time she was 21 and had to work in the fields along with her husband and other family members to survive.

My mother has been gone almost six years and sometimes over the past four years I felt glad that she did not have to live through the Trump administration nightmare. She did not have to listen to the racism that became ubiquitous or witness the reality that 30% of Latinos voted for Trump FOR A SECOND TERM. It might have killed her faster than the cancer. She spent her life championing the work and lives of Latino immigrants.

Martin and Dolores.

After my mother volunteering for the Peace Corp in Brazil she went to UC Berkeley and volunteered/worked for Cesar Chavez and the United Farm Workers. A friend of my mom’s told a story about how she lost my mom’s number and she called Cesar Chavez to find her and my mom was in the room with him.

Bust of Cesar Chavez behind Biden. (NOT Hugo Chavez…please Internet)

I wish my mom could see the bust of Cesar Chavez (NOT Hugo Chavez) as Biden signed the US Citizenship Act of 2021 that honors the incredible hard labor provided by immigrant farm workers. We eat fruit and vegetables at a minimal price because of this labor and migrant workers deserve protections, fair wages and benefits for this service.

I know this country is divided, estranged and, let’s face it, the Internet won. But I do hope that this new administration somehow manages to communicate the respect that migrant laborers deserve and with that the dignity of fair wages and protections.

To learn more about my mom, her work and her writing, you can read her novel “Cantina Confidential” available on Amazon.