The California sun beat down on rows of grapevines. Beside them, workers kneeled in the dirt.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
With small metal clippers, they cut bunches of green and purple grapes. Then they packed them into wooden crates. It was hard work. Gnats bit their skin. Sweat soaked through their shirts.
It was September 1965 in Delano, California. Harvest season had just begun. Almost 300,000 tons of grapes were grown each year in the Delano area. It was a huge business that made grape growers rich.
But the people who picked those grapes earned very little. And they worked under terrible conditions.
Out in the fields, there was no cold drinking water. There were no toilets. The vines were sprayed with dangerous chemicals to control bugs. The chemicals—called pesticides—made workers sick.
Yet no one complained. If they did, they could be fired.
Suddenly, the workers heard a commotion. They looked out at the dusty road beyond the fields. A woman was standing on top of a car, shouting at the pickers. Then she yelled a single Spanish word: ¡Huelga!
Strike!
The woman was Dolores Huerta. She wanted the pickers to stop working until they were treated better.
The sun beat down on rows of grapevines. Beside them, workers kneeled in the dirt.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
With clippers, they cut bunches of grapes. Then they packed them into crates. It was hard work. Gnats bit them. Sweat soaked through their shirts.
It was September 1965 in Delano, California. Harvest season had just begun. Almost 300,000 tons of grapes were grown each year in the area. This business made grape growers rich.
But the people who picked the grapes earned very little. And they worked under awful conditions.
Out in the fields, there was no cold drinking water. There were no toilets. The vines were sprayed with dangerous chemicals to control bugs. The chemicals, called pesticides, made workers sick.
Still, no one complained. If they did, they could be fired.
Suddenly, there was a commotion. The pickers looked up. On a nearby road, a woman stood on a car, shouting at the pickers. Then she yelled a single Spanish word: ¡Huelga!
Strike!
The woman was Dolores Huerta. She wanted the pickers to stop working until they were treated better.
The California sun beat down on rows of grapevines. Beside them, workers kneeled in the dirt.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
With small metal clippers, they cut bunches of green and purple grapes. Then they packed them into wooden crates. It was backbreaking, exhausting work. Gnats bit their skin. Sweat soaked through their shirts.
It was September 1965 in Delano, California, and harvest season had just begun. Almost 300,000 tons of grapes were grown each year in the Delano area. It was a massive business that made grape growers rich.
However, the people who picked the grapes earned very little, and they worked under terrible conditions.
Out in the fields, there were no toilets and no cold drinking water. To control insect populations, the vines were sprayed with dangerous chemicals called pesticides—and these chemicals made workers sick.
Yet, for fear of being fired, no one complained.
Suddenly, the workers heard a commotion. On the dusty road beyond the fields, a woman stood on top of a car, shouting at the pickers. Then she yelled a single Spanish word: ¡Huelga!
Strike!
The woman was Dolores Huerta, and she was encouraging the pickers to stop working until they were treated better.