The conduct of the US Establishment with respect to undocumented citizens within that nation is deteriorating. Although it has always been the norm to use and then discard immigrant workers, the recent campaign by Trump to vilify all illegal immigrants has quickly gained ground. Demagoguery, such as that which forms the bedrock of Trump’s supposed “patriotism”, is a cowardly and lazy way to climb to power. It divides and conquers, with the gullible acquiescence of a disaffected population. Trump and his Establishment cronies are playing the people for fools.
Woody Guthrie had his eyes wide open when he penned the following folk song about immigrants to the United States. The lyrics speak of the way in which Mexicans are used to pick the crops, as no locals will undertake such manual work, before then being unceremoniously deported back to Mexico. It’s a cynical approach to human life lamented by Guthrie but institutionalised in these terrible times of fascism and racism within the US corridors of power.
Plane Crash At Los Gatos
The peaches are in and the crops they lie rotten
The oranges are stacked in their creosote dumps
They’re driving us back to the Mexican border
It takes all of our money to go back again
Farewell to my friends, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won’t have a name when you ride the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal and most are not wanted
Our work contracts end and we must move on
The six hundred miles to the Mexican border
They drive us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
My fathers own father, he crossed the river
You took all the money he made in his life
My sisters and brothers worked in your fruit field
Rode in your trucks till they lay down and died
The sky plane caught fire o’er the Los Gatos valley
Like a fireball of lightning it plunged to the ground
Who are these friends lying round like dead leaves?
The radio said they were just deportees
They died in your hills they died in your valleys
They died on your mountains they died on your plains
They died neath your trees and they died in the bushes
Both sides of the border they died just the same
32 people died in the 1948 crash related, 28 of them were immigrant workers being deported. The names of the Mexican dead were, initially, not given and instead the victims were listed only as “deportees”. It was Pete Seeger’s version of this fine song that popularised it and wove a musical legend that lives strong to this day. It’s interesting that Guthrie, an opponent of Donald Trump’s father, Fred Christ Trump, is still so relevant, as his songs could be seen as having been written to condemn Fred’s apple-didn’t-fall-far-from-the-tree son.
In the US today, official pogroms are being conducted against undocumented immigrants. Children are being separated from parents and placed in cages. This has been well documented but to little avail. The pogroms continue.
Supporters of Trump would argue that the US should not have to accept “illegal aliens” as no other country would do so. In this they are correct, or at least would be if not for the fact that the reason that there are so many migrants fleeing south and central America is due to the imperialist actions of successive US governments and their subversives agencies such as the CIA. They have created war-zones out of nations causing a massive wave of refugees. The US must accept its part in the catastrophes that they instigated and so behave respectfully to those who are suffering the repercussions. Trump et al are not. Arrogance is the lubricant upon which the wheels of power in the United States turn, lack of empathy the fuel.
The following is a look at just one attempt to help the undocumented (who are mostly law-abiding people contributing positively to society) workers across the western US. There are a lot of good people within the citizenry of the United States. What a pity they aren’t the ones in control.