Mexican and Central-American migrant workers have trudged to California for almost a century to pick vegetables and fruit; around Watsonville and Napa, during the summer harvest, some of them still live in tents and caves. As a tide of "illegal" migrants they've been effectively turned away twice, once during the '30s, when white homesteaders from the Dust Bowl were available for the work, and again in the '50s. The fierce prejudice and exploitation suffered by those farmers found its way first into Steinbeck's novel, from there into a Henry Fonda movie, from there into a Woody Guthrie song, and lately into a play. No one can say this odd chapter of our labor history has been ignored. Any day I expect to hear about Terrence McNally... More >>>