AGING IN THE FIELDS: No Alternative But to Keep Working

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AGING IN THE FIELDS: No Alternative But to Keep Working 

Capital & Main/New America Media, News Feature, David Bacon 


As soon as Anastasia Flores’ children were old enough, she brought them with her to work in the fields. “Ever since 1994, I’ve always worked by myself, until my children could also work,” she recalls. “In Washington, I picked cucumbers, and in Santa Maria here, I worked picking strawberries and tomatoes. 

In Washington, they allowed people to take their children to work with them, and to leave them at the end of the row with the older children taking care of the younger ones.” 

She didn’t think bringing her children to work was unusual. It’s the way she had grown up herself. 

Today she’s is in her mid-50s, getting to the age when she will no longer be able to work. Just as she once depended on the labor of the kids for her family’s survival, she will still depend on them to survive as she gets old. Without their help, she will have nothing.  

The Journey North 

Anastasia was born in San Juan Piñas in Oaxaca, southern Mexico. The small town is in the heart of the Mixteca region, where people speak an indigenous language that was centuries old long before the Spaniards arrived.  

In the 1970s and ’80s, people began migrating from Oaxaca looking for work, as Mexico’s agricultural policies failed. Anastasia, like many, wound up working first in northern Mexico, in the San Quintin Valley of Baja California.  

“I picked tomatoes there for five years,” she remembers. “It was brutal. I would carry these huge buckets that were very heavy. We lived in a labor camp in Lazaro Cardenas [a town in the San Quintin Valley], called Campo Canelo. It was one room per family, in shacks made of aluminum.” 

Before leaving San Juan Piñas, she’d gotten married and brought her first child, Teresa, with her to Baja. “I began to work there when I was eight years old, picking tomatoes,” Teresa remembers.  

Anastasia then decided to bring her family to California, because her husband had found work there in the fields. “I needed money and I couldn’t afford to raise my family in Baja California,” she remembers. “There were three kids and I couldn’t manage them. It was hard to bring the children across the border since they were so young, but compared to now, it was easier in the ’90s. It only took us one day to cross.” 

“My memories of that time are very sad because I had to work out of necessity,” Teresa says. “I started working in the United States at 14, here in Santa Maria and in Washington State. My mother couldn’t support my younger siblings alone, and I’m the eldest daughter. I couldn’t go to school because my mother had many young children to support.” 

Anastasia’s son Javier, who was born in Santa Maria, shares those memories. “Whenever I got out of school, it was straight to the fields to get a little bit of money and help the family out,” he recalls. “That’s pretty much the only job I ever knew. In general, we would work on the weekends and in the summers, during vacations.”  

Single With Three Kids 

Anastasia is a single mother. Her former husband, Lorenzo, was an alcoholic. “After they deported him in 1995, I raised my kids by myself,” she says. “It was difficult to support the children when I was a woman living on my own. It wasn’t until my children were older that I was even able to stay with my newborn daughter after she was born. By then my oldest children were 14, 15 and 16 years old, and they could go to work with me.” 

Today, Anastasia’s children have problems of their own, beyond supporting their mother. Teresa can’t work. “My body can’t handle it anymore,” she explains. “It got more difficult as time went by, because picking strawberries is very painful on your hands and feet. I kept going because I had to work for my family. But then I was diagnosed with arthritis when I was just 22 years old.” 

She continued, “Arthritis is usually something the elderly suffer from — that’s my understanding. My doctor told me I didn’t take care of my body while working in the fields. I’m 32 years old and can no longer work. I try, but I just can’t. I tried to apply for Medi-Cal [California’s name for the low-income Medicaid program], but I was denied because I am not a legal resident and don’t have a Social Security number.” 

Javier can work, but he has dreams of his own. “I took predominately AP [advanced placement] and honors classes in high school, and got good grades — mostly A’s and B’s. I never got any C’s,” he declares proudly.  

But while in high school, he also asked for legal emancipation. “My family was very conservative and strong in their Christian beliefs. I couldn’t do anything, and felt like I was trapped. I really wanted to go with my friends to dances. Plus, I’m bisexual — to them that’s a sin and you’re going to hell. I couldn’t live like that. I left home and was homeless for three months.” 

Despite those disagreements, he eventually reconciled with them. “I’m proud of what my mom and older siblings did in order to get the family here and survive.”  

He’s also proud of his mother’s indigenous roots: “Whenever I cut my hair I always bury it. I asked my mother why we do that, and she says it’s because we fertilize the earth. When it rains, I get a bowl and fill it with rainwater and drink it, and talk with her as our bowls fill up. I always wanted to write a book about my mother and her folktales.”  

It Gets Harder After 50 

Meanwhile, Anastasia continues working, wondering how long she can last. “My hands will always ache,” she laments. “They hurt to a point where I can hardly work. Right now, I have a pain in my stomach that often doesn’t let me work either. The hardest thing is mainly the weight of the boxes they ask us to carry. They’re very heavy. But using the hoe is also hard. I got sick working in the tomatoes, but once I get better, I’ll go back.”  

Many older indigenous farm workers don’t intend to return to Mexico. “I’ve spent almost 20 years working in the fields,” Anastasia says. “A long time. I’m 56 now. I hope I will eventually stop working in the fields, but I don’t have land or a house in Mexico, so I plan on staying here. I’m used to living in Santa Maria. I have all of my kids here, so I want to stay where they are.” 

Rick Mines’ study shows that Anastasia Flores’ situation is shared by a growing section of the indigenous farm labor workforce. “The number of people over 50 has doubled, and it’s now about nine percent. That means that 10,000 to 15,000 people in California are in this situation,” he reported. 

According to Irma Luna, “Indigenous women especially start to worry after they pass 50. They depend on the fields, but the work is hard and as we get older, it gets harder. Crew leaders won’t hire older people for many jobs. But the only other choice is to depend on your family, whether you stay in the U.S. or go back to Mexico.” 

“Our immigration laws, especially, are creating a desperate situation for indigenous farm workers,” says Leoncio Vásquez Santos, executive director of the Binational Center for Oaxacan Indigenous Development, a community organization among Oaxacan migrants in California. “They contributed to Social Security, but they can’t get the benefits. If they go to Mexico, they can’t come back. They have to work, because there’s no alternative.” 


Writer and photographer David Bacon wrote this two-part series supported by a Journalists in Aging Fellowship, a program of New America Media and the Gerontological Society of America, and sponsored by The SCAN Foundation. 


Photo:Seen above is farm laborer and single mother Anastasia Flores. (Credit: David Bacon.) 

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