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The Migrant Worker April 3, 1928 As we started to plow the fields, it was nothing but sticky mud, but the horses pulled the plows right through it. We grow wheat here, all 10 acres of it. 15 workers including me work on it. All of us had one thing in common, we all immigrated from Mexico. I came over 7 years ago and found this place. It reminded me of Mexico and the condition of the place, so I took the job. I have a wife and 2 sons, Joel and Mark. They have no education, I couldn't really afford it anyway. They would go over to the neighbor's kids and play with them every day. That's what it was like for everyone, no migrant couldn't find a good job so the work on farms. Small families, sometimes large, very little education, but, at least our job put food on the table and shoes on our feet. It also paid our bills every month, but although we hit a few snags and got behind a few months, but we made it. I haven't seen other immigrants coming in since the release of the Immigration Act of 1924. it let no foreigner from Europe and Asia in our country and also Latin Americans. It replaced the flimsy Emergency Quota Act which released in 1921 and didn't do too much, so immigrants came over anyway.



November 15, 1929 This year, the fields were a bit dryer than last year, but it still grew the wheat. What does it matter now, everyone went broke including us. All I see are homes for auction, furniture on the street, families in cars that don't know where to go, it was a mess. The farm owner has his fair share in the stocks, lost every penny and still owes more. At least the farm will be in his possession, or that's at least what he said. He had to sell his livestock and wheat. The owner says that the rest of the wheat in the field might pay it off. I better start working then.



August 28, 1930 The field is nothing but sand. Nobody could have seen it coming. Although the droughts were very much a sign, but we wouldn't have guessed that the Sahara Desert would pay America a visit. Most farmers in America now have deserts in their back yards. It seems that I'm out of a job. Me and the family will live I don't know where, living off of nothing and suffering little by little. So will every other farmer and worker. Nobody knows what else could happen worse to America in times like these.