Tuesday, February 13, 2018

HOW UNIONS HELP IMMIGRANTS RESIST DEPORTATIONS

HOW UNIONS HELP IMMIGRANTS RESIST DEPORTATIONS
By David Bacon
The American Prospect, February 13, 2018
http://prospect.org/article/how-unions-help-immigrants-resist-deportations



In San Francisco, janitors and other workers support AB 450, a bill to protect workers during immigration raids and enforcement actions.


Labor historian Fred Glass, looking at the impact of immigration on California's labor movement, notes that many immigrants have arrived in the state with a long history of labor and left-wing activism. Unions have then called on that history and consciousness to aid in organizing drives among janitors, farm workers, hotel housekeepers, and others. "Because the labor movement has understood this fact and designed its efforts around it," he argues, "California's unionization rate remains at 16 percent while the national average is 11 percent." The state has 2.55 million union members, far more than any other.

To union leaders, that's also one explanation-in addition to the state designating itself as a sanctuary-for the announcement by the Trump administration that it is targeting California for intensive workplace immigration enforcement. "It's obvious retaliation for California standing up for immigrants," charges Wei-Ling Huber, president of UNITE HERE Local 2850, the hotel union in the East and North San Francisco Bay Area. "Its purpose is to create a climate of fear among immigrant workers in general, and to attack the unions that have defended them."

Last fall the state legislature passed a series of bills intended to protect immigrants, especially immigrant workers. One bars police from asking about immigration status and from participating in immigration enforcement actions with federal agents. A second requires warrants before employers can give agents access to workplaces and records of workers' immigration status.

In October Thomas Homan, acting director of Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) of the Department of Homeland Security, accused legislators of "codifying a dangerous policy that deliberately obstructs our country's immigration laws and shelters serious criminal alien offenders." Then in December on Fox News, he threatened, "We've got to take these sanctuary cities on." Finally, at the end of January, an ICE statement announced that the agency was auditing the I-9 records that document the immigration status of workers at 77 northern California employers.

"The actions taken this week reflect HSI's (Homeland Security Investigations) stepped-up efforts," according to an email from an ICE spokesperson to ABC News. James Schwab, ICE's public affairs spokesperson in San Francisco, did not answer the phone or return phone messages from this reporter.

While ICE would not identify the employers being audited, workers throughout the area have alerted their unions and community advocates of audits in progress. In an I-9 audit, ICE agents review the information provided by workers when they fill out the I-9 form as they're hired, stating their citizenship or legal immigration status.  ICE then compares it with its database, trying to determine whether any of the workers are undocumented and therefore lack legal permission to work. Agents then give the employer a list of those workers and demand they be fired.

The process implements the "employer sanctions" provision of the 1986 Immigration Reform and Control Act. While the Act provides for fines on employers who hire undocumented workers, few employers pay penalties, and even if they must, they generally treat it as a cost of doing business. Even fewer are charged with violating federal law.

Last year, ICE said it conducted 1,360 employee audits, but from October 1, 2016, to June 24, 2017, arrested just 42 people in management for violating sanctions. Workers caught up in the audits, however, lose their jobs and the income that supports their families.  In some cases, they are also held for deportation.

"Workers encountered during these investigations ... are also subject to administrative arrest and removal from the country," according to ICE spokeswoman Danielle Bennett. In January, ICE agents didn't stop at audits, and in 98 7-Eleven stores detained 21 workers for deportation. A large number of those stores were located in California.

Among the 77 companies targeted in the current wave of northern California audits are unionized construction firms and building service contractors in the San Francisco area, and two furniture factories. Workers report workplaces being audited as well in Silicon Valley and Sacramento.

California unions, however, are not unprepared for such actions, and many have a long history of resisting workplace immigration enforcement. "We are training our members on the ground," explains Anand Singh, president of UNITE HERE Local 2 in San Francisco. "We're using this moment to go back to them and make sure they're clear on their rights under our union contract. Because we're negotiating this year, we're also going to strengthen what we have."

The union began including provisions protecting immigrants in the 1990s. By the terms of the contract, the hotels have to notify the union if they're contacted by ICE, and the union has the right to represent workers in any case related to their immigration status at work. If a worker changes status (by getting a legal residence card, for instance), they can change their employment information without losing seniority. If a hotel is sold, any new owner has to accept the documents provided by workers to the old owner.

One section of the agreement states, "Except as required by law, the Employer shall not permit the agent(s) to enter the premises without a valid warrant or, in the case of the inspection of the I-9 forms, without 72 hours notice." That language, and provisions like it in the contracts of other unions, became the model for AB 450, passed by the California legislature last year.

The main initiative in drafting the law came from the state's janitors' unions, United Service Workers West and SEIU Local 87, which have been the target of many raids and audits over the last two decades. AB 450 requires employers to demand judicial warrants to enter a workplace or inspect records, except in the case of I-9 audits (where ICE is not legally required to have them). It also prohibits employers from reverifying immigration documents on their own initiative.

Workers themselves have also taken action to stop reverification. When one northern California hotel changed hands, and the new operator demanded new immigration documents from some workers, all the union members refused to fill out any company paperwork, even to sign the company rulebook, until the demand was dropped. "Solidarity is important, and there are things people can do to protect each other," says Huber.

When reverification led to the firing of a dozen workers at a local recycling plant, after they'd filed suit over illegal wages, most workers went on strike briefly to defend them. Eventually the company's workers voted for a union and negotiated a contract with substantially higher salaries and greater job security, even as the union raised funds for food and rent for the fired workers.

Agustin Ramirez, an organizer for the International Longshore and Warehouse Union who helped those workers, suggests, "In the contract, unions should have language that protects workers. They should help workers get prepared for possible raids by having emergency plans ready, like for the care of children. But we have to realize that most workers don't have unions. The big question is what can we do to let immigrant workers in general know about their rights, and to make them feel that they're surrounded by a supportive community. If we just keep quiet, or fight this union by union, workplace by workplace, we'll get crushed. We have to make immigration enforcement as public an issue as possible. The law of the street is often the most powerful weapon we have."

The national Jobs with Justice coalition has prepared materials to help unions and workers face audits and raids. Its Buffalo chapter defended workers detained in a raid at four restaurants in 2016, and came up with a list of ways to win community support in such situations. On Long Island, in addition to accompanying workers to deportation hearings, JwJ activists are approaching employers to warn them about ICE audits and raids, assuming the employers don't want to lose their workforce. JwJ distributes a Worker Defense Toolkit, and has suggested language for union contracts to protect immigrant workers. "But it's hard to stay ahead of the fear," admits Natalie Patrick-Knox, JwJ's immigration and worker rights organizer.

San Francisco JwJ organizer Kung Feng helps coordinate a broad rapid response network, Bay Resistance, that mobilizes people for marches and lightning demonstrations. "Sanctuary and worker protection laws are important," he emphasizes, "but we are really each other's sanctuary.  Sanctuary is a community-building project, not just a law."

Singh notes that audits are just one form of attack by the Trump administration on immigrant workers. "A lot of young workers who qualified for DACA [Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals] are in our workforce and workplaces now," he says. "If Trump cancels their status, they lose the right to work and can be deported.  We've also tried to rally people to oppose Trump's cancelling TPS [Temporary Protected Status] for Central Americans and Haitians. That is a workplace issue for us too, with a real impact on our families."

The industry in California most vulnerable to workplace enforcement is agriculture. Over 700,000 people work in the state's fields at peak employment, and according to the U.S. Department of Labor, about 55 percent are undocumented.

On February 1, workers at Bee Sweet, a large citrus grower near Fresno, were notified that ICE was auditing company records. They were given five days to verify their immigration status. According to Manuel Cunha, president of the Nisei Farmers League, audits are going on at seven other San Joaquin Valley farms.

Of Bee Sweet's 500 workers, at least 40 left their jobs when they learned of the ICE inspection. Company president Jim Marderosian says he was audited once before in 2013, when he fired 150 employees. "What good does it do to make these workers lose their jobs?" he told the Fresno Bee. "Some way or another, they are going to have to feed their families."

On February 6, community activists from Faith in the Valley held a rally outside the Bee Sweet packing shed. Stan Santos, a member of Communications Workers of America Local 9408, represented the local labor council in supporting the workers, who have no union. "People are very scared," he charges. "Since ICE has all the records, they know where people live. Some workers are afraid they'll be visited at home." In Trump-era ICE raids, when agents show up at the door looking for one person, they often interrogate and then detain other family members as well.

"Creating fear and anxiety is the biggest impact on workers," according to Armando Elenes, vice-president of the United Farm Workers. "People get afraid to demand their rights, or even just to come to work." The UFW spearheaded the successful effort to win a law in California last year giving farm workers the same overtime protection other workers have had since the 1930s.

"Growers fought us hard on that one," he says bitterly, "and were happy to contribute a lot of money to Trump and to the Republicans who still represent the San Joaquin Valley in Congress. Now they complain about immigration enforcement, but they're reaping what they sowed. Unfortunately, the real impact is felt by the workers, not the growers."

Immigration enforcement in the fields, however, is connected to the growing push among Republicans in Congress to relax worker protections on the H2-A visa program, which allows growers to recruit workers from other countries to work in U.S. fields., with few protections. (If those workers complain about violations of their labor rights, they can be, an almost always are, deported.) The U.S. issued 160,000 H2-A visas in 2016 last year, mostly from Mexico, and growers were expected to bring over 200,000 workers in 2017. "There's a huge explosion in California," Elenes says. "ICE does audits and raids, and then growers demand changes that will make H2-A workers even cheaper, by eliminating wage requirements or the requirement that they provide housing.  Reducing the available labor and the increased use of H2-A are definitely connected."

One bill, introduced last year by Representative Bob Goodlatte would allow guest worker recruitment without contracts guaranteeing wages, housing or transportation costs, as the current program requires. It would cap the number of such workers at half a million. Another, by Representatives Chris Collins and Elise Stefanik would put the H2-A program under the Department of Agriculture, with much more grower-friendly enforcement of minimal worker protections. A third, by Representative Rick Allen would limit guest worker wages to 115 percent of the minimum wage.

"Growers don't want to look at how they can make the workplace better and attract more workers. They just want what's cheaper for them," Elenes charges.

Singh outlines the basic elements of change supported by his union, UNITE HERE: "We need to protect family reunification and an amnesty for people without papers," he says. "But we need deeper changes beyond that. Employer sanctions, which set up workplace audits and raids, need to be abolished because they criminalize work. And most important, we have to deal with the root causes of migration. The poverty and violence that forced Haitians to come still exist. Trade agreements like CAFTA and NAFTA still push people from Mexico and Central America. Mass deportations just deepen this crisis. We can't look at immigration policy in a vacuum."

No one knows better than union activists that there's zero chance for this kind of basic immigration policy reform in the present Congress, especially with Trump as president. But many caution that fighting the immediate audits and raids has to be connected to a longer-range direction and goal. "Right now it's a free-for-all, and they're coming after all workers," Huber says. "So we have to educate people, hand out know-your-rights materials, and provide legal aid. But we also send people to D.C. to lobby on TPS, for instance. We supported shutting down the government to win protection for DACA recipients. We have to keep firm in our political efforts."

"Basically, we need to protest," Patrick-Knox concludes. "With the Republicans controlling Congress, we aren't going to get basic reforms now. But political protest will make a difference, and can help swing things back. Change, when it comes, can happen quickly."

Friday, February 2, 2018

WHO HARVESTS OUR FOOD?

WHO HARVESTS OUR FOOD?
The Indigenous Roots of a Migrant Farmworker-The Story of Gervacio Pena
Text and Photos by David Bacon
Gastronomica, Spring 2018
https://gastronomica.org/



Gervacio Pena speaks.
 

As consumers we know that what we eat appears in the stores when we need it. We know it must take the labor of people to get it there. Thanks to the media we know that most of the people who put food on our table are immigrants from Mexico. And many of us remember that Cesar Chavez led a movement half a century ago to change their conditions.

But how much do we really know about the lives of the people who feed us-today? Where are the workers who fill the fields coming from? What causes them to leave home? How does it feel to do some of hardest labor we can imagine?

To find answers to these questions, we need to hear the voices of those who do the work. One of those voices belongs to Gervacio Pena. Today a large and rising percentage of agricultural workers, the people whose labor provides the fruit and vegetables we eat, migrate from small towns in southern Mexico. In the rows of wine grapes of Sonoma County, where Pena has worked for many years, you are as likely to hear Mixtec or Triqui-indigenous languages that predate Columbus-as you are to hear Spanish.

Pena was born in the municipio of Santiago Juxtlahuaca, in the Mixteca region of Oaxaca, from which indigenous people have been migrating to the United States for decades. But despite their dispersal, as he describes, they have found a way to unite, not just around language and their towns of origin but through their identity as indigenous Oaxacan migrants.

Mixtecos in their migration overwhelmingly belong to transnational communities-they retain ties to their communities of origin, and establish new communities as they search for work. Their ties to each other are so strong, and the movement of people so great, that people belong to a single community that exists in different locations..

These networks have a profound impact on work, families, social movements, and cultural practices. Traditions become a rich source of experience on which migrants draw as they seek social justice, and to preserve their culture, in the places they go.

As Pena says, migration has complicated social costs and benefits in communities of origin. It threatens cultural practices and indigenous languages. Emigration often seems, especially to the young, a profitable alternative to education. It exacerbates social and economic divisions but has become an economic necessity.

Yet while people decide to migrate to the United States for overwhelmingly economic reasons, the pursuit of work is not the sum total of their existence. As social beings, people create community, and pose challenging questions about the nature of citizenship in a globalized world.

Gervacio Pena has been active in the social movements of farmworkers and Latinos in California for many years. David Bacon interviewed him, as he sat in front of the tent where he lives on the Russian River.



I am from Oaxaca, from the Mixteca region. I'm forty-nine years old and I've been living in California for at least thirty of them.

What has happened to my hometown, Santiago Naranjas, is the same story of many others that have sent so many of their inhabitants to the U.S. When I was a student the number of people living in town reached three thousand. Now there are more houses but fewer people, because so many of us don't live there anymore. About forty percent have migrated to the north of Mexico and to the U.S.

Some streets have been paved and we have sewers now. There is drinking water, electricity, and telephone service. In my youth these things didn't exist. Then most houses were made of adobe. We had one. When they widened the street, they tore it down, and now our house is made of concrete. Concrete houses are much hotter, and those little adobe houses were a lot cooler. They were built with taller ceilings and there was more ventilation. Some houses now have air conditioning but a lot don't because electricity is expensive. Sometimes in search of something better you don't take account of what you already have.

My father worked with my grandfather. In our town the first thing you learn is to farm. They would plant vegetables and corn on the mountain. ["on the mountain" OR "in the mountains"] They raised hens and turkeys. What they produced was to feed themselves. Then when my dad got married he learned to build houses-at that time still with adobe and tiles. Although he did not go to school, he learned to measure and use lead and a level, and became a master of that trade.

When he came to this side of the border he also worked in construction, even though he did not speak English. He would sometimes fix walls or floors before the building inspection, so the project could pass. But the contractors exploited him, and would pay him as little for that as they could.

Today people say, "We work very hard here in the U.S. so I want to have a big house in my town when I return." That is always the dream. We don't really believe in the American Dream. Instead our big dream is to return to our small town and have a place to raise a family or retire. Our migrant families always have that idea that one day we will return and we want to have something to return to.



The Mixteca region of Oaxaca is one of the poorest areas in Mexico. Indigenous Mixtec, Triqui, and other groups from this region now make up a large percentage of the migrants who have left to work in the United States. Zacarias Salazar plows his cornfield behind oxen, in the traditional way with a wooden plough. Because of corn dumping enabled by the North American Free Trade Agreement, it is almost impossible for Salazar to grow and sell corn in Mexico any longer, and his crop is now mostly for the sustenance of his family. 
 

Santiago Naranjas is an indigenous town, governed by habits and customs (usos y costumbres). Most of our land is common, not private property. Your home belongs to you, and is protected for you and your family. But the fields and the mountains are worked only by the community, and with the permission of the community. If you are going to plant crops or cut a tree you have to ask for permission.

Our elders had to fight to save our lands from being sold to wealthy people. In years past the caciques (community bosses) could buy or claim land. They would do whatever they wanted. The elders thought it was better to keep our common lands. Elsewhere in the district of Juxtlahuaca land was divided up and sold as private property. Powerful people would forge crooked papers and dispossess farmers who borrowed money from them to plant a crop. If the harvest was too small they lost their land.

In the oldest communities, like Santo Domingo and Santiago Naranjas, the federal government agreed that the town land wasn't private property. Since our lands are held in common our towns are governed differently. Sometimes powerful people arrive in the district and try to maneuver to buy land. They pay to get a property title, register their ownership, and say the paper protects them. That is illegal, but we still have the risk that someone will buy everything.

In my town they don't allow someone from outside to buy land. That does not mean that other people from other towns can't come live there. They would have to serve the community for a certain number of years and provide a certificate saying they don't have a criminal record. Then they could be citizens of the community as long as they participate in the assemblies and in the usos y costumbres. Some people marry someone from our community, and we don't prevent them from being part of the town. Some from outside have even done well because they start a small business.

Santiago Naranjas is a peaceful town. There isn't much violence. At the time when they were delineating what was common land there were people who had property inside the commons. They wanted to create an ejido (a different form of rural land ownership) instead. There were fights about that.

Now water is becoming scarce. There's more awareness of the need to treat the waste so that contaminants don't reach the subsoil or pollute the water. Before there was more water in the valley, and people could plant more. Now there are more houses and fewer places to farm. You have to go up into the hills. But if you don't prepare the land well you only produce two or three harvests and then the erosion starts. So this is not very sustainable.



Honorina Ruiz, six years old, ties bunches of green onions together in a field farmed by a U.S. grower in northern Mexico. Her mother Esperanza and brother Rigoberto work with her. This is the same work that Gervacio Pena's family did for many years, and is part of the experience of thousands of Oaxacan migrant families.


Our town is trying to preserve the land and forests, but deforestation is also decreasing the amount of land for planting crops. Our forests are more or less preserved now with more supervision of the commons. We cooperate on projects with other towns, but often they're not well planned and there are landslides and more erosion.

People have migrated away in large numbers, but a lot of people have been called to return. There is no law that says they have to, but many want to continue to be a member of the community. Officials send announcements, asking people to return to serve the town. If you serve as municipal president, it's for a year. For other posts it is three years.

People arrive with new ideas to improve planning or for another way to organize the town. Often they have seen projects that have worked in other places. The difficult part is to start them up in our community because people in the town don't want to create something new. Mostly these projects have not had much acceptance because they also involve a lot of resources and money.

A lot of our families in Santiago Naranjas are dependent on our jobs in the U.S. Many people in the U.S. have made a better life for themselves here. They've brought their family to the U.S. and have no plans to return. They don't want to become involved in what is happening in the town.

I grew up speaking Mixteco because my dad and mom spoke it. I started school at the age of eight or nine. My mom and her brothers went to work in Sinaloa and saw that I needed to speak Spanish. I'm glad I learned to communicate in another language, but I feel fortunate that I also learned my own language within my family.

In Mixteco towns everyone has to participate in the dances and the festivals. You learn by looking at those who dance. It has changed, though. It is not precisely how Mixtecos lived many years ago. But the festivals have helped preserve the feeling of belonging to a community. When you know what you have lived as a community, it helps you survive in a society that dictates a different conduct or religion. Our traditions made us feel good.



Gervacio Pena in front of his tent by the Russian River.


When I was young there was no television. You listened to the radio, but it was in Spanish. When we got television later I could see programs like the novelas. But they don't show much about living in a small town. They're more about the city. In the last decade American movies have also arrived, which catch the attention of youth. So they don't live completely in the small town anymore, even though they are right there. They have a window to the world.

It's not good when it creates a mentality of competition, that I can do something better than others and I don't need them. Respect is lost for older people. Now there are young people who don't speak Mixteco and think they know more than their uncle or father because they speak Spanish well. But they only speak Spanish. At school this is what they are told. They don't need to know about their culture or history-just learn to speak Spanish well. I started to migrate at an early age but there was always that connection of not forgetting your family. I speak Spanish very well, but my color-no one can change that.

This is the risk with our youth-the mentality that they should show off and dress well. Now everyone is ordering clothing and athletic shoes used by great artists and players. You can dress like that but it does not change your life or make you a great athlete. It is not bad to have access to better communication, to receive news every day of something happening in another place in the world. But the media is filled with the idea that everything is fashion. When young people have a lot of distractions they forget to participate in the community or the festivals or the culture.

Young people now sometimes do better in an academic sense because their parents have emigrated. They've been able to provide an education and pay for school supplies. But do young people learn how to earn money to support a family, to take care of a place where they were born? They think, "I don't have to do that because my father is going to send me his biweekly pay. Now I have to buy this and that shoe."

In Santiago Naranjas, though, we have always had teachers who tried to teach students something different, and who were involved in the teachers' movement. My aunts were part of that, one from the teachers' union and the other from another union.

A big movement like the teachers' fight always has repercussions everywhere. People say teachers are lazy, that they don't want to teach the children and just want to make more money. They don't understand what the teachers want. The teachers are fighting so that the children don't lack an education, not just about their jobs. In rural areas the teachers always give more time than what they are paid for. They usually have to use part of their salary for basic supplies for the children-something to write or color with.



A striking teacher from Michoacán demonstrates in Mexico City in front of a line of police. Mexican teachers want to defeat proposals to remove job protections, and at the same time want economic reforms that would give students an alternative to forced migration to the United States.


When I was in school education was only in Spanish. In third grade the teacher did not want one word in Mixteco in the classroom. He'd fine us five or ten cents, which was a lot at that time, for each word he heard in Mixteco. The director, who was Mixteco, approved this. The rule prevented me from speaking my tongue. I felt oppressed.

I like the idea proposed by the teachers' union of a change in the education system that would make it more respectful of indigenous culture and language. Teachers who work in indigenous areas and communities understand the kind of reform we need. The politicians in the Mexican Congress or the state capital never go to those communities.

The structural reform the government has proposed would not help our children. That reform has removed much of the history of the indigenous heroes, of the fights we've had in Mexico. They are removing the only thing that could give value to children's education. They only want to prepare children to know the things needed to work in the places that are going to hire them. But these jobs they're being prepared for pay the least. Instead, we need to create a critical consciousness, to encourage students to question what they really want to do, and what can help their family and community. If they only prepare kids to assemble things in a factory, they will just become robots that use their hands but can't think for themselves.

After my father began emigrating he separated from my mom, so I only knew him for my first three years. He left to work in Baja California and Sonora. He didn't speak much Spanish and had to use hand signs to ask for something to eat or drink. He was ridiculed by people who thought he was ignorant because he didn't speak the same language they did. He worked building and fixing houses, and later crossed to the U.S.

He worked in bad conditions, but he thought he couldn't protest because he wouldn't be given any work. I didn't really agree, maybe because I was more educated. I believe if you keep quiet you let it happen. This country gives us an opportunity to work, and we all want a better life. We all want our family to live in a healthy environment. So if the conditions do not allow that we have to look for a way to organize. No government, however good it may seem, is going to give something to the community or to our families.

I came with my uncles and my mother to Sinaloa when I was seven. They picked tomatoes, cucumbers, and eggplants that were exported to the U.S. They worked on the outskirts of Culiacan. Nogalito and El Chaparral were labor camps. There was no school close to the camp, and I was not yet old enough to work. They would leave me in the camp, or if they worked close by, I would go with them.



A meeting of workers in the Graton day labor center.
 

There were no houses. We arrived before the picking started, and made the walls of our shack from tomato boxes and the bags that held fertilizer. They'd keep the wind out and give us shelter from the heat. In some places the bosses built barracks, partitioned with cardboard. People would start cooking inside at three in the morning, and at four they'd leave for work. The smoke would fill the inside of the barracks. The roof was made with tarpaper and cardboard, which got really hot. The smell was very strong and so was the heat. Much later they started to use metal roofs, but these were also very hot.

There was no drinking water in the camps. Everyone drank from the irrigation canal. To get the cleanest water you had to go up where no one was bathing. We would get water where they were growing rice, because we thought the rice plants filtered it. The water runs through the rice field because that is how it is cultivated. But we didn't know that they put fertilizer in the water. Airplanes would pass over to fumigate the tomatoes nearby, and the pesticide would fall more in the rice than the tomatoes.

When he harvest started in Sinaloa recruiters would come to Santiago Naranjas. The people who were the poorest would say, "Let's go." They would make announcements on a speaker on a car they'd drive through the town, saying there were good jobs in Sinaloa and work guaranteed for seven days a week. You had to agree to work at least four months. They would promise to bring you back to Santiago Naranjas and pay for the trip, but that never happened.

Then they started to bring people to Baja California-to Ensenada and San Quintin. They'd recruit people in Sinaloa so that they didn't have to go all the way to Oaxaca to get them. They'd promise that if you finished the season in Baja California, they'd bring you back to Sinaloa so you could continue working. In Sinaloa and Baja California the children could already work at eleven years old. Some children did not grow quickly as a result. Because they were small the manager would say, "You don't have to fill the bucket up-with three-fourths it's fine." Very considerate. And the poor kids, well, they would fill it up to only three-fourths but they earned only half of the wage.

I finished high school in Oaxaca, in Asunción Ixtaltepec. I wasn't living with my family, but with a group of youth who had the opportunity to finish high school. This group was formed by the Marist brotherhood. The director of their order had told the brothers, "We cannot commit ourselves more than just a little," and the brothers answered, "If you understand the gospel and if you want to make a real change for these people, you have to do more than what the church permits." So they left their congregation and went to indigenous communities where they saw the most need. They tried to help people learn carpentry and beekeeping, or how to farm in cooperative groups. One of them became my godfather when I left elementary school. My best present was receiving half a dozen books from him.

They gave me the opportunity to keep going to school. I'd never been on my own but I liked it. I was doing well in school, but my mom was still working in Sinaloa. In one of those labor camps she hurt her arm. She let me know that she couldn't work anymore, and was not going to be able to support me while I kept studying. I was sixteen or seventeen. I felt that if my mom was hurt then I was old enough to work. I decided to stop studying for a few years to work for her and the family.



Gervacio Pena speaks at a meeting in the Graton day labor center.


After '78 or '79 my uncles started to come to the U.S. I got to Baja California in '85. I wanted to cross to the U.S. right away, and I tried four times but couldn't make it. I didn't have money for a coyote. I thought I could do it on my own, but I found myself in the desert for the first time. Once I gave money to a man who was going to help me cross at Nogales, and he accompanied me to the fence. Once I stepped over to the other side, I turned and he wasn't there. I had to walk alone in the night. I said to myself, "Well, what could happen?" I woke up in Green Valley and went to wash in a stream and saw the sheriff. He turned me in to immigration authorities.

A family member from my town also took people across, but still they got us. Each time we crossed, robbers took our money. They called us Baja pollos (Baja chickens). They were youth born in the U.S. who did not want to work. They would tell us in Spanish, "Come this way because there are no migra [border patrol] here, and where you are going the migra will catch you." But it was just a trick to take the little money we had. Eventually I got this idea that even if someone is a pocho (an Americanized Mexican) and speaks your language, you should not trust him.

My uncles in San Quintin told me the grape harvest in California was over, but that they'd take me with them after New Year's when they went back. They had better coyotes, and with them I finally crossed in 1986. We got to Los Angeles, and from there a van took us to a ranch here on the west side in Sonoma County. When I saw the vineyards with no leaves I was shocked. I thought, "There isn't going to be a harvest because all the plants must be dead." Then my uncles told me it was just winter, and that they'd revive in a few months. It was actually pruning season, with plenty of work.

When I crossed in '86 I was eighteen. I was only going to come to the U.S. for two years, but I stayed. My father lived in Fallbrook, near Oceanside, but I never asked for his telephone number. I never wanted to contact him because of my pride. I thought how great would it be if a family here adopted me.

My uncles found a place to rent-a small trailer. With three of us in it, we couldn't even move. We were like sardines. Some cousins from Oregon arrived and they parked in some trees nearby, to sleep in their car. That night the owner came and asked who they were. When my uncle said they were cousins, the owner told him they'd have to pay rent too. Then some left with the car, and the ones who stayed behind slept in a wrecked car inside a stand of prickly pear cactus. But it was property of the owner too. When a week had passed, he came for the rent. I think we paid about thirty-five dollars or something like that.

I worked about nine years in the fields, but I did not like it very much because in Mexico I was a student until I was seventeen. My uncles would train me and tell me how to do the work. After ten hours all day in the sun, when I would come from work all my bones hurt. My uncles would make something for dinner but I'd go to sleep instead of eating. The next day very early I had to go to work again.



Day laborers check in for jobs at the Graton center.


If you were new you had to learn about pruning by working a week without pay. After I was there for a week the manager did not like my work and didn't hire me. So my uncle found me another job with Pablito, a foreman from Putla. It was my first job.

When we came here we would hear people say we could earn a lot, that everyone pays above the minimum wage. But you cannot buy a lot with that wage at the market and the price of everything keeps going up. Rent has doubled and wages have not risen fifteen percent.

A few years ago we stayed below Forestville, by the river. The boss gave us a trailer, but for only for two months. It only fit twelve or fifteen people, but we were twenty, sometimes even thirty. Some would sleep under the trailer. Others would put up a tarp to shelter from the wind at night inside the rows of vines. The boss came and said, "You can't do that because it damages the grapes. You can stay in your car but move where you cannot be seen from the road." That was his solution. There were many families living like that. There still are. It is normal.

A week after the harvest ended he came to take the trailer. Some workers were returning to Oregon and others to Southern California, but some of us didn't make enough money for the trip and we had nowhere to go. We were still sleeping in the trailer when the tractor came and hooked up to tow it away. We hear the noise and ran out asking what's happening?

In Graton and Forestville, close to the river, people always live outdoors near the grapes. The boss does not say anything before the harvest, but after it is over he does not want workers there. Supposedly they are at risk of flooding, and he says he is only helping them. Somehow he always finds the risk after the harvest.

I helped a group of people living next to the Russian River in Geyserville. They were Triquis, Chatinos, and Mixtecos, and with Lorenzo Oropeza, we tried to create a committee of the Binational Indigenous Oaxacan Front (FIOB). They participated for a while, but a good committee was never established. Instead, people wanted to form groups just within their own ethnic communities. Maybe they had more trust in each other. That was when I started to participate in organizing the labor center. There I saw an opportunity to grow and represent workers.



Workers distribute food at the Graton center.
 

Before the labor center started there was a big camp right next to a vineyard, with a lot of people living under the trees. During the harvest workers accept these conditions which people see as inhumane or unsanitary. Some want to be close to their job. Others feel it's temporary and don't care. Maybe some growers cannot provide housing directly, but they can pay enough so that workers have the money to rent a place. After all, they depend on the workers' labor.

Many workers have always lived outside because of high rents. When we first came here we thought we'd earn as much as we could, and save as much as possible to send to our family. Living outside, without paying rent, was a sacrifice we made. But sometimes we don't consider the cost to our health in the future. Our families are happy to receive remittances back in Oaxaca, but they do not know the conditions in which we are living.

Before, living outside was more of a choice and we accepted it. It was not right, but at least we knew it was just for the moment. We never considered it permanent. But now it is getting worse. When families get an eviction notice where are they going to go? There are no places with an affordable rent. If you have a place you can't complain that something needs fixing because you are scared. If you complain you'll be forced to leave. You will not find another place to live.

When I got here I discovered that the fruit is better cared for than the worker. The rules say the boss has to provide shade, but that shade is not enough for more than three or four people, and the working crew can have at least eleven. Sometimes it seems more for an emergency-if someone faints and has to be put in the shade. It is not a general protection for everyone who works there. And now employers want to harvest the grapes at night, so after working all night you're still in the field when morning comes. You work at night and sleep in the day. You don't really rest because your body is used to sleeping at night and being awake in the daytime.

Everything has changed a lot. Supposedly we live in a country of opportunity. So why do people have to sacrifice themselves, give their lives to a job, and yet they don't even have a dignified place to live?

We organized the Day Labor Center in Graton to help the people who were living outdoors under the trees, as well as the people who wait for work on the corner. Most are people who are just arriving in this country. They don't yet know how to get work or get connected to our community. It opened because of the efforts of local people with good hearts, but we also needed to convince the business community to find a location for it. We started renting a place, and now the labor center owns it. It's small but it's something that did not exist before.



An English class for day laborers, teaching survival skills when facing police or the migra.


Everyone has the opportunity to go there, and everyone has the same needs. We all want to work, but work is scarce and it's hard for people to get hired in a regular job. Many companies have started to check for valid Social Security numbers. People without them get fired or can't get hired in the first place. Other companies look for an excuse to lay people off if they think they're organizing a union. Many workers at the center worked in the construction industry, and that crashed in 2007. Without the center, people who don't have a Social Security card can't find jobs easily. Often they have to pay a bribe to get one. For all these people the center is a safe space.

At the center you register for work. Membership is not required. You get a card and you have the same rights as anyone, so long as you follow the rules that the workers themselves adopt. Everyone comes wanting work, but you have to have patience because there are days when there is only work for a few. So we have a fair way for everyone to share. People also learn about ways to organize themselves. Sometimes we go to marches and protests. Right now we are supporting the farmworkers. There's education for people to learn English and the rules for living here. Now that we got the driver's license law passed, the center helps people pass the test. I don't really need the center to find work. I like it because I see it is giving opportunities to people who are like I was when I got here.

A majority of the people in the center are indigenous people from Mexico. The number of people from the south of Mexico is growing because people have made connections here for work. At first some thought that indigenous people were given an unfair priority. But it is not like that. Everyone has the same opportunity. Lately people from Samoa and Fiji are coming and registering. I'm glad we are growing like that. Our community is getting more integrated and we're learning how to live with other cultures. That gives me a lot of hope that one day when we organize a union, we will not look at the color of your skin. We want people to be conscious that everyone has rights and that organizing can change things for the better.

I think we really need a union, and we work for more representation in the unions that are already established. We need allies also with base groups of religious communities. We are fighting for justice. We know we live in a capitalist society, and that to get a decent wage we have to fight for it. I do not think that is taking something away that belongs to the boss-it is demanding something that they have always taken from us.

When the center started there was nothing like this. At the beginning I would go and listen. I was not out in front. But now they've elected me to represent them. I'm learning to organize women and men to work together, to find allies and plan strategy to expand centers into the rest of this county. There is no center on Fulton Road in Santa Rosa, and that would be a good place to start. We want places like this in every region of the country. There should always be a place for people to get support and help each other. I feel good that I have been able to give my little grain of sand.

My mom and sister still live in Oaxaca. I don't have any children, but I have nephews and nieces. Some are in school and they tell me when they need money to buy school supplies. I always help them, but I want them to study. A large part of what I earn is for them. We are squeezing everything here to send money to make life in Mexico better.



Justino Santiago, an immigrant from Etla, prunes grape vines in the Salinas Valley.


Last year my community, Santiago Naranjas, asked me to serve in a position in the town. I have permanent resident status in the U.S. so I can come and go. But this position is for three years. I am going, but it will be very difficult to be there that long. Where am I going to work and who is going to take care of my expenses? Maybe they will give me permission to come back to the U.S. from time to time.

I remember my grandfather who lived to be 102 years old and never had a lot of money. He would plant vegetables and trade them for fruits or other things he didn't have. The only thing he would buy from the market was a kilo of sugar and half of salt. He would raise his hens and his turkeys. He had a place to collect water that would fill at night, and every day he'd water his crops. He was not missing anything. He did not have much to worry about, like where to migrate or how to survive. I always have those memories in my heart and mind. What more do we need?



Santiago Madrigal prunes grape vines in Sonoma County.














Sunday, January 28, 2018

BERLIN HONORS THOSE WHO FOUGHT FASCISM. WE SHOULD HONOR THOSE WHO FOUGHT WHITE SUPREMACY.

BERLIN HONORS THOSE WHO FOUGHT FASCISM.  WE SHOULD HONOR THOSE WHO FOUGHT WHITE SUPREMACY.
By David Bacon
Truthout Photoessay, 1/28/18
http://www.truth-out.org/news/item/43365-as-germany-honors-those-who-fought-fascism-we-must-honor-those-who-fought-white-supremacy


In Germany's parliament building, the Reichstag, a room holds plaques with the names of deputies murdered by the Nazis, marked by a black band under their name.


Hans and Traudel Horn promised it would be a tour of Berlin's socialist history, and so it was.  Twice I spent a long day with them on the U-Bahn and S-Bahn, trying to hear what they explained over the roar of the subway as we hurtled from monument to monument, cemetery to cemetery.

Berlin is a city of revolution and anti-fascist struggle.  It is also a city of graves.  Trees on one beautiful leafy hill cover the remains of 183 Berliners who fought and died on the street barricades in 1848.  When they were interred in the Cemetery for the Fallen of the March Revolution, 80,000 Berliners looked on.  Thirty-three others are also buried there, who died in the streets during the Revolution of 1918-19.  Treptower Park's giant cold spaces cover even more bodies - seven thousand of the eighty thousand soldiers who died in the final battle to wrest Berlin from the Nazis.

Hans and Traudel are certainly not worshippers of the dead.  For these two leftwing Berliners, the graves form part of a collective memory of socialism.  They force an acknowledgement of the ideas those revolutionaries died to defend.  Fascism's armies sought to bury those ideas forever, along with the people who held them, in the Nazis' "thousand-year reich."  Treptow's buried soldiers were among the fifty million people who died stopping them. 

The city's monuments, the Horns argue, keep people from forgetting whose ideas fueled that revolutionary fire:  Berliners Rosa Luxemburg and Karl Liebknecht.  Other Germans - Karl Marx and Frederich Engels, Ernst Thalmann, Kathe Kollwitz.

As we visited these sites I kept thinking of the intense fights we've had recently in the U.S. over our own monuments.  For the last two years especially, people have fought, not to preserve monuments to a progressive past, but to get rid of those that raise up slavery and oppression. 

The very fact we've had these struggles is evidence of a change in power.  Monuments are a lesson in power.  When anti-fascists had it in Berlin, they built the monuments to those who fought Nazism.  But even when power shifted after reunification, and anti-fascist monuments were endangered, they could still be preserved by popular struggle, as they were in Berlin.

Those monuments erected to memorialize the defenders of slavery and genocide in our country also tell us about power, especially who held it during the Jim Crow and Cold War years.  But now our communities are showing that there are new limits, forcing the removal of statues and flags honoring the Confederacy.  The monuments to those who waged the war to make the Philippines a colony, and those who inflicted genocide on the indigenous people of California, are still standing in San Francisco.  John C. Fremont High School in Los Angeles still honors the man who murdered Klamath Indians and helped take California from Mexico.   But perhaps we can see a day now when these men won't be so honored.

Looking at the way Rosa Luxemburg's name is attached to so many Berlin places and institutions, I couldn't help thinking about how we remember our own peoples' history.  Where are the statues to murdered slaves, and to those who led the fight against that oppression?  To those who died in the genocide of Indians? 

In the San Juan Batista Mission graveyard, Spanish padres deposited the bodies of the Ohlone people they'd enslaved, who died of disease and overwork.  Those graves were anonymous for two centuries.  Now there's an acknowledgement of who might be buried there, yet still their names are absent.  There are no stumblestones as you see in Berlin sidewalks, that keep alive the personalities of those who lived in the houses from which Nazis dragged people to their deaths.

We need the same feeling about memorials to the slaves who perished on the plantations that Germans have for those who perished in the Nazi concentration camps. Those who fought to end slavery in the Union Army (including those German revolutionaries of 1848 who'd fled to Texas) need the same honor people in Berlin accord to the Red Army that liberated their city.

Sometimes I dream about what a socialist government might do where we live.  Would we have a statue of Eugene Debs, with his words from Canton jail protesting the slaughter of World War One?  Would it be on the Washington Mall, as Kathe Kollwitz' denunciation of war is on Unter den Linden, in the centermost part of Berlin?  How about Lucy Gonzalez Parsons, a Black/Latina woman who led the fight for the eight-hour day after her husband was murdered by Chicago's one-percenters for organizing workers and challenging predatory capitalism?  Could we put her words on stones that would cross a Times Square pedestrian mall renamed for her, as Rosa Luxemburg Platz remembers Gonzalez' contemporary, who fought for the same ideals?

Berliners even remember their radical history in the Reichstag - the equivalent of Washington's Capitol building.  The black bands below the names of Germany's Communist and Socialist deputies of the 30s, and the dates of their execution, show the price they paid.  Did we also have socialist Congress members like those whose names are honored in the Reichstag?  How do we remember Vito Marcantonio and Victor Berger, and the others who held the same ideas and defended them in our own Congress? 

In Treptower Park I remembered the photographs of the U.S. and Soviet soldiers as they met at the Elbe River in 1945, when there was no longer an inch of Germany controlled by the Nazis.  We were allies then.  The photographs show the happiness and weariness of people fighting in the same anti-fascist cause, seeing across that river those who'd fought with them. 

My father fought in that war, on the same side as the Red Army soldiers buried in Treptower Park.  My mother edited books filled with the revolutionary ideas that inspired those who fought to end fascism.  When I was a kid we listened to a scratchy record of the Songs of the Lincoln Brigade - those U.S. radicals who fought fascism in the Spanish Civil War.  In "Freiheit" a verse sings of the Thalmann Battalion.  All of a sudden, in Berlin, there I was, looking at his statue, albeit with its lower part covered in graffiti.

The Cold War taught us to see people on our own side, those who fought for the same ideals, as enemies.  It inculcated a level of fear that made us blind to who those dangerous Germans and Soviets were.  When we were taught to fear Rosa Luxemburg, or to banish her from history books, it became much easier to banish Lucy Gonzalez Parsons as well.  Perhaps having statues to Stonewall Jackson and Robert E. Lee, instead of to the Texas Germans who fought in the Union Army, is connected to the absence of any acknowledgement in this country of the Soviet soldiers who died, as soldiers from the U.S. did, ending Nazism. 

It's all about class and race, and who holds power when those monuments are erected. Berliners can see it, walking through their city every day.



The grave of Wilhelm Krause in the Cemetery for the Fallen of the March Revolution, next to the Volkspark (People's Park) in Berlin's Friedrichshain district.  The tombstone calls him "beloved son" and a "freedom fighter." Insurrections took place in March of 1848 against monarchy and repression all over Europe and people fought on the barricades in many German cities.  Prussian soldiers fired on the people of Berlin, and 183 were buried in the cemetery. Many of those killed were workers.  After 1848 many German revolutionaries fled to the United States, especially to Texas, where they helped start the U.S.' first socialist organizations.  During the Civil War they raised troops to fight slavery in the Union Army.



The statue of the "Red Sailor" with his rifle over his shoulder in the Cemetery of the March Revolution.  The statue commemorates those who died in the Revolution of 1918/1919, when after World War One German revolutionaries tried to set up a socialist government.  The Freikorps, a paramilitary group organized by Germany's Social Democratic government after the German Army collapsed, fired on the people and put down the revolution.  After the fall of Nazism the East German government restored the cemetery's graves and commissioned the statue by Hans Lies.



This monument marks the place where Rosa Luxemburg was killed by the Freikorps, and her body thrown into the Landwehr Canal in Berlin's Tiergarten, on January 15, 1919.  She was a leader of the revolution, a founder of the Communist Party of Germany (KPD), and a feminist theoretician of the socialist movement.  After the fall of Nazism, West Berlin's government refused to place a monument to her in the Tiergarten, which lay under their control in the west sector.  After reunification, the petition of many Germans led to the commemoration.  Clara Zetkin, her fellow revolutionary, said, "With a will, determination, selflessness and devotion for which words are too weak, she consecrated her whole life and her whole being to socialism."



The memorial in the Tiergarten to Karl Liebknecht, who proclaimed the Free Socialist Republic in Berlin on November 9, 1918.  Socialist republics were also organized in Bremen, Munich and other German cities.  After he and Luxemburg were captured and tortured by the Freikorps, he was beaten with a rifle butt and shot.  After their execution, the Freikorps killed thousands of KPD members and other revolutionaries, and suppressed the revolutions.  The Nazis merged the Freikorps into the SA (Brownshirts) at the beginning of their regime.  Like Luxemburg's, his memorial was also put up only after the reunification of Berlin.



Rosa Luxemburg Platz, between the Mitte and Friedrichshain neighborhoods of the former East Berlin, was named in her honor by the government of the former German Democratic Republic.  In the stones of the plaza are famous quotes from her writing. As the revolution briefly took power in January, 1919, Luxemburg declared, "Today we can seriously set about destroying capitalism once and for all ... our solution offers the only means of saving human society from destruction."  She was a revolutionary democrat:  "The masses are in reality their own leaders, dialectically creating their own development process. The more that social democracy develops, grows, and becomes stronger, the more the enlightened masses of workers will take their own destinies, the leadership of their movement, and the determination of its direction into their own hands."



Statues of Karl Marx and Frederick Engels, who as theoreticians analyzed capitalism and argued that labor creates all value, and that social development is the product of people's class relations.  The statues sit near Alexanderplatz, the center of East Berlin during the years when the city was divided.



A statue of V.I. Lenin.  Originally this statue, by Soviet sculptor Matvey Manizer, stood in Pushkin, near Leningrad in the Soviet Union.  The German Wehrmacht took it to Berlin as war booty during their invasion.  The Nazis almost melted it down in 1943 but it was too large.  After the war it was rescued and placed in the lobby of the German Historical Museum, which was in East Berlin during the years of the German Democratic Republic.  After German reunification, the statue was moved from the lobby to a location further inside the museum, but public pressure prevented its removal.



When the Reichstag, Germany's parliament building, was rebuilt after German reunification, a room was constructed holding plaques bearing the names of every deputy, from the end of World War One to the time of reunification.  The names of those deputies murdered by the Nazis have a black band under their name.



This plaque honors Charlotte Zinke, in the room devoted to past members of the German parliament.  The plaque has the initials of her party, the KPD or Communist Party of Germany, and the years she was a deputy - 1930-33.  In 1944 Zinke was arrested by the Gestapo, and taken to the Ravensbruck concentration camp, where she was murdered.  In a last note smuggled out to her husband, she says, "Hopefully I have the strength to endure it all."



Two rare photographs taken by a prisoner in a Nazi concentration camp show Nazi guards burning bodies.  The two photographs hang on a wall in the lobby of the Reichstag building.



Hans Werner Horn, a German professor, walks between the stones of the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe, in central Berlin.  The memorial, designed by architect Peter Eisenman and engineer Buro Happold, is made up of 2,711 concrete slabs of different heights, with walkways between them, symbolizing the concentration camps where six million Jews were killed.



The Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe, in central Berlin, was criticized by Bjoern Hoecke, a leader of Germany's proto-fascist party, the Alternative for Germany.  He said, "Germans are the only people in the world who plant a monument of shame in the heart of the capital," and that Germany needed a "180-degree turn" in its attitude towards World War Two.  Afterwards anti-fascist activists build a replica of the memorial in a lot next to his house in Thuringia.



Two stolpersteine, or stumblestones, in the cobblestone street in the Berlin neighborhood of Friederichschain.  They say:  "Here lived and worked Dr Bernhard Britzmann, who was denounced, fled into death 11/17/1936, investigative prison in Alt-Moabit " and  "Here lived Ella Britzmann, born Kempler, deported 11/17/1941, Kowno Camp 9, murdered 11/25/1941".  This project, placing concrete cubes and a metal plaque outside the homes and workplaces of victims of Nazism, was begun by artist Gunter Demnig in 1992.  Over 56,000 have been placed, not just in Germany, but in 22 European countries. When fascists would stumble in Nazi Germany they'd say, "A Jew must be buried here," and when the Nazis desecrated Jewish graveyards, they would turn the gravestones into paving in the sidewalks.



The memorial to Ernst Thalmann, the son of a farm worker and shopkeeper.  As a boy he participated in the Hamburg dockworkers strike of 1896, and was a soldier during World War One.  After Germany's defeat he participated in the Hamburg Workers and Soldiers Committee during the revolution of 1918/1919, and later the Hamburg Uprising in 1923.  He was elected a deputy in the Reichstag in 1924, and became head of the Communist Party of Germany during the years of the Weimar Republic.  In 1933, after Hitler took power, he was arrested.  He was held in solitary confinement in Moabit prison for the next 11 years, and finally executed in the Buchenwald concentration camp in 1944.  During the Spanish Civil War, the German section of the International Brigades was named the Thalmann Battalion.  Five thousand Germans went to fight fascism in Spain, where three thousand died.  After German reunification there were proposals to dismantle the memorial to Thalmann, erected in 1966 in the former East Berlin, but popular protest prevented it.



The Volksbuhne, or People's Theater, on Rosa Luxemburg Platz in the Mitte neighborhood, formerly part of East Berlin.  More than a building, it was a project to create a theater of the people, with socially relevant plays and cheap admission so that workers could attend. It started just before World War One.  The building was damaged during bombing in World War Two, and rebuilt afterwards.  Through the 1990s and 2000s its director was Frank Castorf, who maintained its reputation for experimental theater accessible to working class audiences.  When the city government announced it was replacing him with the director of London's elite Tate Modern Museum, activists occupied the theater in protest.  On one side of the platz is the building housing Germany's leftwing party, Der Linke, which was the former headquarters of the KPD before the Nazis took power.



The monument to Soviet soldiers in Treptower Park, in former East Berlin. Over 7000 of the 80,000 Soviet soldiers who died in the liberation of Berlin from Nazi armies are buried in the memorial. After unification of Germany, conservative authorities sought to get rid of it, but were prevented by public outcry. It is now jointly administered by Germany and Russia.



One of the sixteen panels in Soviet War Memorial in Treptower Park depicts the partisan resistance to Nazi occupation.  The stone for the memorial came from the Chancellery of the Nazi Reich, which had been demolished.  After the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 the memorial was vandalized, an act credited to fascists.  Over a quarter of a million people came to demonstrate against the vandalization on January 3, 1990.  Every May 9, the anniversary of the surrender of the Nazi armies, a vigil takes place at the memorial organized by the Anti-Fascist Coalition of Treptow.



When the Reichstag building was restored in 1999, the team led by architect Norman Foster preserved elements from the old building, which had been partially destroyed in World War Two and then lay unused for years.  In preserving historic elements of the building, the architects kept the graffiti written in Cyrillic by Soviet soldiers after the fall of Berlin in 1945.  In addition to their names, some soldiers wrote slogans such as "Hitler Kaputt!"



The "Woman with Her Dead Son," a sculpture of Kathe Kollwitz, in the building devoted to this one work on Unter den Linden in central Berlin.  From the late 1800s through the years after World War One, Kollwitz produced etchings, lithographs, woodcuts and other graphic work depicting the oppression of workers and peasants, and the horror of war.  "I was powerfully moved by the fate of the proletariat and everything connected with its way of life," she said, reflecting her communist beliefs.  She became so well known and respected that even though the Gestapo threatened her, the Nazis were afraid of the international outcry that would have followed her arrest.  She died still living in Germany, 16 days before the end of the war.  The sculpture, an outcry against war, is in the New Guardhouse, a monument to the victims of fascism and militarism during the era of the GDR.  After reunification her statue was placed there, and an underground room contains the remains of an unknown soldier and a resistance fighter, and soil from concentration camps.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

EN MEXICO - PRESENTACIONES DEL LIBRO / IN MEXICO - BOOK PRESENTATIONS

EN MEXICO - PRESENTACIONES DEL LIBRO
IN MEXICO - BOOK PRESENTATIONS


En los campos del norte / In the Fields of the North
con/with David Bacon - fotografo y escritor/photographer and author

24 de enero, miercoles, 5 de la tarde
Wednesday, January 24, 5 PM
Aula Ignacio Ellacuria
Universidad Iberoamericano - Leon
Blvrd Jorge Vértiz Campero 1640, Fracciones Cañada de Alfaro
Leon, Guanajuato

25 de enero, jueves, 4 de la tarde
Thursday, January 25, 4 PM
Instituto de investigaciones Dr. Jose Maria Luis Mora
Plaza Valentin Gomez Farias 12, San Juan Mixcoac
Ciudad de Mexico

26 de enero, viernes, 10 de la mañana
Friday, January 26, 10 AM
Auditorio del IIS - Instituto de Investigaciones Sociales
Universidad Nacional Autonomo de Mexico UNAM
Ciudad de Mexico

27 de enero, sabado, 5 de la tarde
Saturday, January 27, 5 PM
Museo Archivo de la Fotografia MAF
República de Guatemala 34, Centro Histórico
Ciudad de México

Sunday, December 17, 2017

FIGHTING FOR BREATH BY A DYING SEA

FIGHTING FOR BREATH BY A DYING SEA
By David Bacon
Sierra Magazine, January/February 2018
https://www.sierraclub.org/sierra/2018-1-january-february/feature/salton-sea-dying-we-cant-let-happen




At the edge of the Salton Sea, in Salton City, the salts dissolved in the sea's water leave a dry crust on the soil as the sea dries up and the edge recedes. On the hardpan are dead fish, left behind as the water recedes.


When the dust rises in North Shore, a small farmworker town at the edge of the Salton Sea, Jacqueline Pozar's nose often starts bleeding.  Her teacher at Saul Martinez Elementary School in nearby Mecca calls her mom, Maria, and asks her to come take her home.

Jacqueline is seven years old.  "I feel really bad because I can't do anything for her," Maria Pozar says.  "Even the doctor says he can't do anything - that she's suffering from the dust in the air.  Most of the children in North Shore have this problem.  He just says not to let them play outside."

The children of North Shore are the proverbial canaries in the coal mine, whose sudden illnesses warn of a greater, life-threatening disaster to come.  That disaster is the rapidly receding waters of the Salton Sea.  As more and more playa - the sea's mud shoreline - emerges from the water and dries out, fine particles get swept up by the wind and coat everything in its path, including children's noses.

Airborne particles ranging in size between 10 and 1 µm, called PM 10, are generated from wind-blown dust.  When they lodge in the lungs, they can cause asthma and other illnesses.




Maria and Yesenia Pozar are farmworkers, and indigenous Purepecha immigrants from Mexico. Except for baby Leslie, all the children suffer nose bleeds when the dust blows into their homes in North Shore, in the Coachella Valley, from the dry border of the Salton Sea.


"This will be the biggest environmental disaster of our time," charges Luis Olmedo, director of the Comite Civico del Valle, a community organization in the Imperial Valley at the Sea's south end.  "The issue of the Salton Sea trumps everything.  We have to get the air contaminant level to zero.  There is no safe level for the contaminants we have here.  We need an intermediate project to stabilize the shoreline.  The sea is receding much faster than any projects moving forward."

The Salton seabed was created by the Colorado River millions of years ago.  As it dug out the Grand Canyon, river sediment filled in a delta at the north end of the Gulf of California, creating what are now the Coachella and Imperial Valleys.  Between those valleys lay an ancient geologic depression reaching a depth of 278 feet below sea level.  Over the millennia it filled with water and then dried out repeatedly, but by the time of the Spanish colonization it was a dry desert saltpan.

In 1905, as Imperial Valley growers were building canals to bring Colorado River water to irrigate their farms, the levees containing their diversion failed when the river flooded. For two years the Colorado poured into the depression, creating the Salton Sea, whose surface rose over 80 feet above the desert floor.

Evaporation would eventually have dried it out, but in 1928 Congress designated land below -220 feet as a repository for agricultural runoff. Through the 1970s, the lake's surface hovered at -227 feet, giving it an area of 378 square miles - the largest lake in California. Water from the Colorado, coming through the All-American Canal in the south and the Coachella Canal in the north, irrigated farmers' fields and then went into the Sea, maintaining its level.  Today the sediment lining the shore contains pesticides and fertilizer from decades of runoff.  




Egrets nest in two palm trees by an irrigation canal in the Imperial Valley.  Water from irrigation eventually winds up in the Salton Sea.  The Salton Sea is part of the Pacific Flyway, a resting place for millions of migratory birds.


The Salton Sea became a stopping point for more than 380 bird species migrating on the Pacific Flyway, including egrets, herons, gulls, eared grebes, white pelicans, Yuma clapper rails and gull-billed terns.  The sea was stocked with fish species including corvina, sargo and bairdella. Tilapia introduced to control algae in irrigation canals also wound up in the lake. 

Over the years the Salton Sea's salinity increased, however, from 3,500 parts per million to 52,000 ppm - about 50 percent saltier than the ocean. Fish, except the tilapia, died off.  Phosphorus and nitrogen from fertilizers, and nutrients stirred up by winds from the sea's bottom, now create algae blooms that deplete oxygen, kill fish and contribute to diseases that kill birds.  In 2012 the terrible stench from one algae bloom smothered Los Angeles for days, demonstrating that wind-borne dust may potentially travel that far as well.  It can also blow south - across the border into Mexicali, Baja California's capital city of more than 650,000 people.

In 2003 California was forced to reduce the water it takes from the Colorado to legal limits.  As a result of an agreement hammering out how it would be shared, water began to be transferred from the Imperial Valley to San Diego.  California Rural Legal Assistance warned the state plan "fails to comply with the California Environmental Quality Act."  At first valley growers agreed to fallow some fields, and the saved water continued to flow into the Sea.  But this year fallowing ends, and water transfers to San Diego will rise sharply in December. 

The California Natural Resources Agency says, "Inflow to the Salton Sea is expected to shrink significantly after 2017, when water transfers from the Imperial Valley accelerate and mitigation water deliveries stop under agreements reached years ago."  The 2003 agreement said the state would pay to restore the environmental health of the Sea, but for 13 years no money was appropriated.  Imperial County, its air pollution district and local growers tried to challenge the agreement in court, but lost.




The All-American Canal flows next to the U.S./Mexico border wall, and eventually ends at the Salton Sea.


According to a 2005 Border Asthma and Allergies (BASTA) Study conducted by the California Department of Public Health, 20.2% of children in Imperial County are diagnosed with asthma. The national average is 13.7%.  Imperial County consistently has the highest asthma hospitalization rates among all California counties, and ten valley residents died of it from 2000 to 2004. 

Not all asthma is due to dust from the Sea.  Even smaller particles, called PM 2.5, come from smoke from burning fields after crops are picked.  The Comite Civico has pushed for banning field burning for many years, but "it's cheaper for farmers to burn," says Humberto Lugo, a Comite Civico staff member.  "There's no way to know exactly how much pollution is due to the Salton Sea.  But we can say that peoples' problems are aggravated when the dust blows from the shoreline.  My son in Calipatria [an Imperial Valley farmworker town very close to the shore] comes out to play baseball with a glove on one hand and his inhaler in the other.  I can see this problem in my own family."

Calipatria, North Shore and the other towns around the sea are among the poorest in California.  While California's unemployment rate is a about 5%, the Imperial County's rate is four times greater.  Over 23% of the Imperial Valley's 177,000 residents (over 80% of whom are Latino) live in poverty. 

"The wealth of the agricultural industry has been built on top of the suffering of generations of farm workers, from direct abuses in the fields to degradation of the land and environment," says Arturo Rodriguez, president of the United Farm Workers. "Nowhere are the hardships farm workers and their families endure more conspicuous today than with dust pollution from the Salton Sea.  What good does it do farm workers to win better pay and benefits when their health is crippled because of where they live and work?"




Jaime Lopez applies an herbicide to weeds in a field of bell peppers at the edge of the Salton Sea.  This method of applying the herbicide avoids using a spray that can damage the pepper plants and cause health problems for the workers.  The herbicide will eventually be washed into runoff water, and into the sea.


Organizations like Comite Civico and the Leadership Counsel for Justice and Accountability have pushed to put health concerns on the agenda for the state hearings about mitigating the impact of the water transfers.  Over the last few years the Comite has put air monitors in over 40 sites, training community residents to understand their use.  Many schools now fly flags when the monitors indicate dust storms or severe air contamination, warning students to stay indoors.

And for the first time, the state has budgeted $80 million for remediation, some of which goes to the Torrez Martinez tribe at the north end of the lake.  They've begun creating new wetlands on their reservation, which lies next to the shoreline - some of it even under the water.  The tribe's survival depends on rescuing their land.  According to Alberto Ramirez, in charge of the project, "For the Torrez Martinez, there's nowhere else to go.  What we have - this is it." 

Of the tribe's 800 members only 300 still live on the reservation.  Half of them have respiratory illness.  "The most important reason for this project is recovering the health of the community," he adds. 

Oral histories and songs preserve the Torrez Martinez' memories of earlier historical eras, in which water filled the basin and people would migrate from the lake's edge to the surrounding mountains and back.  Now only five people speak their indigenous language, however.  "But we have the ability to resist," explains Mike Mirelez, cultural resources director.  "If we have better living conditions our tribe will become more self sufficient.  With more resources we can set up after school programs for our kids, work towards revitalizing our language, and teach them how to grow food."




A project to build wetlands to remediate the rising dust from the receding shoreline of the Salton Sea - a project of the Torrez Martinez Indian tribe on their reservation.


Near the shoreline, the tribe's skiploaders move earth to create ponds for fish, and cascading pools and furrows to anchor native plants.  They are creating a model.  It only occupies a small part of an immense shoreline.  To replicate it around the sea, and bring the water to make it thrive, would take not millions, but billions of dollars. 

Ramirez believes that will be a long fight, "but we have to figure out how to adapt to survive, and the tribe has been doing this for generations."  Comite Civico's Olmedo knows it will be a long fight too.  "We should slow down the water transfer and make sure there's no water transfer without full mitigation," he urges.  "Full mitigation means that there will be no new environmental exposure that threatens health.  We have to keep the hazardous soil in the ground. San Diego should use all its available resources before pulling water from here.  We should be an emergency resource, not a day to day water source." 

According to Eduardo Garcia, the Imperial Valley's representative in the California State Assembly, "Our challenge is to cover up those [exposed] areas, to build habitat as fast as the sea recedes.  That is the only option.  The state's commitment is through a 10-year management plan to mitigate the public health impacts.  It [$80 million] is enough to create a management plan, but it's not enough to restore the Salton Sea. We have to get the money we need to implement the rest of the plan.  We're going to ask the Governor to fund the plan in its entirety.  We need him to come through for us here in Imperial County.  We need the money."
   
In the meantime, Maria Pozar and her children, and her neighbors in North Shore, have no plans to leave.  "We're all poor people, living here because we work in the fields.  My husband has a stable job and my whole family is here.  We're going to spend our lives in North Shore.  We can't move.  Our kids are growing, and Jacqueline has all her friends here.   I have a new baby.  Now I wonder if he will have asthma too."




Ruben Sanchez is a beekeeper, working with hives next to a field near the U.S./Mexico border, south of the Salton Sea.  He says that bees are under stress because of increased dust from the expanding shoreline.  He has been a beekeeper for 21 years.



SIDEBAR:  SIERRA CLUB'S "MY GENERATION" GIVES YOUTH A VOICE

Interview by David Bacon with Marina Barragan (MB), organizer of the My Generation campaign of the Sierra Club's San Gorgonio chapter, and two campaign activists, Christian Garza (CG) and his brother Ruben Garza (RG).




Christian Garza, Marina Barragan and Ruben Garza are activists in the Mi Generacion youth chapter of the Sierra Club.  They often meet to talk about projects in the park in Mecca, a small farmworker town in the Coachella Valley near the Salton Sea.  Christian has severe asthma from the dust in the air, and suffered a collapsed lung as a result.


CG - I was born with asthma.  Last year there was a dust storm over a couple of days. I had an asthma attack and I went to school, but the two steroids I had with me wouldn't make it better. My mom picked me up and rushed me to the hospital.  They called a code blue and told me I had a collapsed lung. If I'd been out there ten minutes longer my whole lung would have collapsed and I'd have suffocated.

The attacks used to be once a month - now it's every couple of days. And I'm only 19. What am I going to do when I'm 25? And I'm not the only kid with asthma here.  There are so many kids with worse asthma than I have.  In Mecca when the wind is building up the locals know that they should go inside. It becomes a ghost town.  Just breathing it in is going to make you sick. You can't be out there for long

Eastern Coachella Valley's a low-income community and every time I'd have an asthma attack it would cost $200 in medication because I didn't have proper insurance. Then I would have to go down to the food bank because we couldn't afford any food after that.  I always felt a huge burden. Even as a little kid I would lie to my mom, and tell her I didn't have an asthma attack, just because I knew there was not going to be food on the table after that.

RG - My mom sees the dust and thinks, 'Well what can we do about it?'  She shouldn't have to worry that when we go outside we won't be ok when we come back in.

If you treat the Salton Sea just as a problem, you're treating my brother's asthma attacks as something he can just live with.  But the Sea can be restored if we all put a hand out to each other.  If we all work together we can provide water to keep the Sea from receding. Water in the Sea would give my brother a chance to live his life, a right every person should have.  We need that water for people to live.




A ditch carries irrigation runoff from Coachella Valley fields and date orchards into the Salton Sea.


MB - The majority of the shoreline is on native reservation land. If it was in Sacramento or LA they would not have been able to ignore it for so long.  But now there is an uproar in our community. People care here. The Sea is hurting a lot of people and yet it's a beautiful sea.  We have to listen to the voices of the community and what they want for the Sea.  The Sea is fighting to live and we're fighting with it. And we're not going to be chased out of our home because they can't clean it up.

A lot of people make it seem like it's the birds or public health. It doesn't have to be one or the other. It has to be both.  My Generation is fighting for multi-purpose solutions that are beneficial for both public health and bird habitat. We need to get more water in the Sea create more wetlands - things that will happen now. The truth is we're here to save ourselves because if we let the sea die, we will die.

CG - I love this place, but it's hard to feel like I can have a family here and feel like they're safe.  The Sierra Club showed me what caused my asthma attacks.  I thought they were just normal, something I just had to live with.  The Sierra Club gave me opportunities to get my voice out and let the people know what's happening to us. This is a chance for me to have some type of change for the better for me, my family, and my community.

MB - We need to be heard, that's the biggest thing. The My Generation campaign does grassroots organizing.  We're trying to protect lives and marginalized communities like our own. But at the end of the day Christian still suffered a collapsed lung. My 4-year-old nephew developed asthma this year.  My sister has asthma and bronchitis, and 10 years ago I lost my uncle to respiratory illness.

The three of us became family because we're fighting side by side for our lives.  My Generation is not giving up.




A flag at Brawley High School, warning students of bad air quality and the need to stay indoors.