Freedom Ride Journal: Day Three

By Megan Tady, WireTap. Posted September 30, 2003.

The Immigrant Workers Freedom Ride is taking place from September 20 to October 4. For more info, check out www.iwfr.org

Today, during a rally in a church parking lot in Brockport, New York, with wrap around porches and Halloween decorations, wrought iron fences and painted shutters, I see one of my country's darkest shames.

It's a rally like past rallies, where riders shout slogans and tell stories, the press takes pictures, scribbles and nods. But this rally doesn't end with a march or a send-off prayer from a bishop. After this rally, we aren't the same people when we get back on the bus.

Just beyond the fringe of the crowd, another group gathers, standing silently. They know the cheers, but they don't clap. They don't dare to.

It's their fear that makes them stand out--the way a woman clutches her protest sign, not even noticing she's bending it; the way the men avert their eyes, hide behind their own shadows.

It's not long before riders from my bus drift over and start asking questions. Most won't talk, except the woman with the sign. She talks quickly, like she's afraid she'll be caught, like she has only a matter of minutes to tell her story. They're farm workers, she says, from a nearby field. And from the look of it, the way the dirt has woven itself into their clothing, created a new layer of skin, they came straight from the fields to the rally.

The woman tells us they had to sneak away from the farm, 20 people squeezing into a van. They've never even driven to town before today.

They plant and harvest onions, zucchini, pickles, cabbage, lettuce and apples, produce that gets shipped all over the country. They begin work in the dark and end work in the dark, six days a week. For their sweat, their crooked backs and bloody fingers, they are paid $80 a week. They are undocumented and live with fear like a ball-and-chain, dragging it wherever they go.

Most immigrants are brought to the farms by contractors, middlemen who do the talking for the farmers. The contractors and the farmers get rich, and pay low wages because they can.

Maybe it's that no family can survive on $80 a week that upsets people. Or maybe it's that they're so hungry. We can't tell how long it's been since they've eaten.

Whatever it is, all of the riders are deeply moved. As we get back on the buses, watching them standing there, someone yells that we just can't leave. I can't just leave these people here, he says, and go on to Washington to tell my story. He takes off his hat and passes it around the bus.

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