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The year is 1941 and these are the children of Migrant Farm Workers in California.
Picture credit: Library of Congress, Robert Hemmig.
As you sit to eat each day, do you ever think about where the food on your table comes from?
Perhaps not, but maybe you should.
The United States has millions of Migrant Farm Workers whose sole means of survival, is to put that very food on your table.
And how do we thank them for this life-giving nourishment?
The truth is not very pleasant, nor often even humane.
The work that they do is back-breaking, with very low pay or sometimes, even no pay.
They have no health insurance and few rights and even fewer who care what happens to them at all.
Yet, without these Migrant Farm Workers who suffer in silence, we would have nothing, or very little, on our dinner tables in America.
I know of no one who would do the work that…
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