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Farmworkers suffer, California valley withers from drought

in the farmworker communities of California’s San Joaquin Valley, even permanent residents are leaving. The drought has hit year three, and there just isn’t work. Since Dust Bowl days, these have been the places where trouble hits first and money doesn’t last.


Los Angeles Times

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HURON, Calif. — The two fieldworkers scraped hoes over weeds that weren’t there.

“Let us pretend we see many weeds,” Francisco Galvez told his friend Rafael. That way, maybe they’d get a full week’s work.

They always tried to get jobs together. Rafael, the older man, had a truck. Galvez spoke English. And they liked each other’s jokes.

But this was the first time in a month, together or alone, that they’d found work.

They were two men in a field where there should have been two crews of 20. A farmer had gambled on planting drought-resistant garbanzo beans where there was no longer enough water for tomatoes or onions. Judging by the garbanzo plants’ blond edges, it was a losing bet.

Galvez, 35, said his dream is to work every day until he is too bent and worn, then live a little longer and play with his grandchildren. He wants to buy his children shoes when they need them. His oldest son needed a pair now.

Most of all, he wants to stay put.

But the slowly unfurling disaster of California’s drought is catching up to him. Each day more families are leaving for Salinas, Arizona, Washington — anywhere they heard there were jobs.

Even in years when rain falls and the Sierra mountains hold a snowpack that will water almonds and onions, cattle and cantaloupes, Huron’s population swells and withers with the season.

These days in Huron — and Mendota and Wasco and Firebagh and all the other farmworker communities on the west side of the San Joaquin Valley — even the permanent populations are packing up.

“The house across the street from us — they all left yesterday,” Galvez said. “Maybe this town won’t be here anymore?”

Since the days of the Dust Bowl, these have been the places where trouble hits first and money doesn’t last.

Before the drought moved into Year Three, Galvez paid the rent and bought his children school supplies. When he left for the fields, his wife, Maya, would send him off with a lunch of tortillas and beans and fruit. It was late afternoon on this April day. He hadn’t eaten since the night before.

He was more than a month behind on his $850-a-month rent, but his landlord had agreed to let him pay a little each week.

The month before, when Maya told him she was pregnant, she apologized.

“She told me she is worried for me because there is no work,” he said. “But I told her, ‘A baby is a happy thing. Don’t worry, we’ll handle it. I will try. I will do my best.’ ”

Burglary victim

Galvez’s house is ranch-style, three bedrooms. The walls are freshly painted and hung with school class photos and a calendar with scenes of Yosemite and scripture. But some windows are cracked and there’s almost no furniture.

The burglars who broke in on the same day Galvez learned his wife was pregnant took everything, even the beds. They left one wooden chair.

The neighbors across the street brought over a big-screen TV and a soft chair. Galvez borrowed money from his brother in Texas to fix the largest window. His brother, he said, is the type of person who expects to be paid back promptly.

The garbanzo field yielded two days of work. It was now two weeks later and Galvez hadn’t found any other jobs. He said the fields are his only choice. In Oaxaca, he left school after fourth grade to work. He’s been in California since he was 17, but he is not a U.S. citizen.

Rafael, a man who has worked under many last names, knows a lot of contractors and used to be able to line up work ahead of time.

But now, in the early mornings, long before sunrise, they go to the parking lot in front of the panaderia where they can no longer afford to buy Mexican sweetbread or coffee. They wait with other day laborers for a contractor to drive up and bark an offer.

The week before, the going rate was $8 an hour, minus $8 to $12 a day for a ride in the van to fields 45 minutes away. So many people have fled town that farmers were hurting for workers and the offer on this day had gone up to $8.50 an hour. Still, Galvez wasn’t hired. He went home.

His two youngest girls, a tangle of giggles, played leapfrog in the empty living room. Manuel, 16, the oldest of six children, was in his room studying. “He wants to join the Navy someday,” Galvez says proudly.

Without rain

By late April, the air held the warmth of growing season. The illusion of lushness was there. But without the rains, even California’s vast system of buying, selling, pumping and moving trillions of gallons of water from the Sacramento Delta to this dry, clay-bottom plain — even pumping so much groundwater that parts of the Central Valley sink a foot a year — wasn’t enough to keep Huron working.

The main drag was as sleepy as the stray dogs napping in every shady doorway.

Huron already whispered of the ghost town it could soon be: It has a $2 million deficit. Only about 1,000 people in a town with a permanent population of 7,000 are registered to vote, and of those, only some 200 actually do. Each week at school, Galvez’s children have fewer classmates.

Galvez is determined that the one sacrifice he won’t make for his family is leaving them.

Once before when times were hard, he went alone to Texas to work. He was gone more than three years. “I don’t want to do it again.”

But if they stay, he doesn’t have work. The family now owed almost two months’ back rent.

“It’s breaking my head, wondering what are we going to do, what are we going to do?” he said.

Missionaries visit

Mormons were at Galvez’s house — two blond, Spanish-speaking women from Utah who had been coming weekly.

At Galvez’s house the lead missionary was encouraging Galvez’s middle daughter, 12-year-old Dianey, in prayer.

“Just say what’s in your heart,” she told her.

Galvez, who was raised Catholic, has been going to several different churches.

“I like what they say. They all say the same thing: ‘If your mind is right you can talk to God and he will tell you what to do,’ ” he said.

“I still have to learn how to make my mind right.”

Family meeting

In May, a season when Huron’s population once doubled with workers planting and picking, Galvez had found three days of work in two weeks.

The family was down to the amount of his last check: $256. They stocked up on huge bags of beans and rice.

Galvez and Maya called a family meeting. Galvez said they told the children they would probably be moving to Texas soon.

The 15-year-old, Itzel, said no, she had a boyfriend. The 11-year-old, Francisco, said no, he liked his school. The oldest son, Manuel, said not a word. He only put a hand on his father’s shoulder.



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