UFW (not called a union then) organizers would show up in small groups where I was picking grapes in the Coachella Valley (Thermal, Mecca, Coachella). It didn’t seem to matter, we didn’t know we had it so bad, so we would continue picking.
Fast forward and the Chicano Movement bloom…....It’s now Fresno Ca., first year at the Fresno State Campus, I hear the speeches from Cesar Chavez in the college union, then the Rainbo Ballroom and it hits me, we need to participate. Yes, the walkouts, the boycotts the long walks to Sacramento.
What a sense of accomplishment.