Drum Major
Entry for Teresa Rodriguez:
When people ask me “what are you doing this summer?” I usually respond
“working at a lawyer’s office.” Obviously, this generic response does not
satisfy the typical curiosity of the average person, especially if it’s a
fellow law school pupil scouring to find something to compare with, or
compete against. I then go on to say “I work at a non-profit organization
that provides legal representation for agricultural workers throughout
Pennsylvania, you know, doing lawyer stuff.”
FACT: The depth of this experience cannot be explained or verbalized in
a casual answer to an otherwise polite question. The immediate response in
my center of gravity is a cry of frustration, because most people don’t get
it, and why should we bear the burden of explaining IT to them. The IT is
what matters here.
That living in this country is not what it seems, what you see is not
what you get, you cannot have it your way, and that image is everything
It is difficult for the average flag waving
American to accept that our country, although founded on noble principles,
was built on the back of slaves uprooted from their native land, and forced
to work on soil stolen from its rightful owners. You might think of me as
too critical, “come on! That was a long time ago! Things are different now”
FACT: It is highly probable that most of the fruits and vegetables that
you consume are harvested, picked, or packaged by people who sometimes work
under deplorable conditions, live like cattle, and work inhumane hours.
People who consider themselves lucky to get paid, although the physical
consequences of back breaking labor can never be fully compensated. Most of
whom do not have the luxury of getting compensated if hurt on the job, or
collecting disability or social security, even when they pay taxes.
Imagine your work day consisting of all the hours between dawn and dusk,
and just when you think you can rest during the nighttime, your pioneering
boss has the brilliant idea of installing stadium-like light posts
throughout the farm, so lack of sunlight is no longer a good enough reason
to finally rest. You know those pretty, good-smelling trees that some of us
decorate during Christmas time? They don’t originate in the north pole with
toy-making dwarfs, but in farms that require intense human labor.
Do you remember the “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses,
yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send
these, the homeless, tempest tossed, to me” inscription on the Statute of
Liberty? You see, it has a disclaimer in small print (smaller than the print
in car ads or credit card terms and conditions), in fact so small it’s
invisible. We tend to accept those who do not look very different from us,
speak English fluently, and do not hold religious beliefs that threatened us
because we don’t understand them. We prefer those who remind us of US, and
will benevolently issue green cards to those who seem the least threatening,
or will allow the entrance of thousands who will be subjected to oppression
and discrimination, but whom we’ll trust with the care of our children, the
chores of our homes, or the harvest of the food that nourish us.
FACT: It is not easy to seek help when your employer threatens you with
deportation, and you’ve seen INS raids first hand. It is impossible to seek
help when laws do not fully protect your rights, you cannot communicate with
those who offer services to you because they do not speak your native
language, or when you are completely isolated from contact with others
because your whole existence is controlled and manipulated by your
unscrupulous boss.
Regardless of the workers’ national origin, ethnicity, or language of
preference, all they ask in return is that we treat them with the respect
and dignity that all human beings are entitled to. Before you bite into a
strawberry, or buy your next pair of sneakers, think about where it came
from, what it took to manufacture, and how it got to your hands.
Teresa Rodriguez
Friends of Farmworkers