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That's it?
Are you Australian?
No.
Good. I fucking hate Australians.
You got a bathroom I can use before we hit the road?
Yeah? First door on the right. It ain't that dirty. Just kinda' filthy is all.
You mind?
No, I don't mind. That's how come I told you about it.
I was talking to my wife.
But you don't pull a strike when the bosses want it so they can smash your union. You wait till you're ready, so you can win.
Do the bosses wait? No sanitation. So my kids get sick. Does the company doctor wait? Twenty bucks. So we miss one payment on the radio I bought for my wife. Does the company store wait? "Pay or we take it away." Why they in such a hurry, the bosses' store? They're trying to scare us, that's why to make us afraid to move. To hang on to what we got and like it! Well, I don't like it I'm not scared ... and I'm fed up to here!
And another thing. Your attitude toward Anglos. If you're gonna be a leader ...
What attitude?
You lump them all together Anglo workers and Anglo bosses.
He's a guest in my house, isn't he?
Sure. But you want the truth? You're even suspicious of him.
Maybe. I think he's got a few things to learn about our people.
Ramn ... listen for the love of God ...
You ... You ... I'd expect it of an Anglo, yes ... but you ...
Ramn ... listen to me ... I'm in a jam ... I had to get a job ...
You Judas ... bloodsucker ...
Ramn listen my kids ...
T! Traidor a tu gente! Rompehuelga! Desgraciado!
My kids don't have enough to eat!
You think my kids have enough to eat, you rat?
I know, it's wrong. Just let me go. I'll leave town ... just let me go.
You think I was going to work you over? I wouldn't dirty my hands with you ...
What are you doing here? Something wrong with Mama?
I thought maybe you forgot...
Forgot what?
It's Mama's Saint's Day.
Lus! Come down here!
Papa! We seen 'em! Two scabs! Over there!
Where's your mama?
She's coming. Charley Vidal gave her a lift.
Boy! Did you see the way Mama whopped that deputy with her shoe? Knocked the gun right out ...
I don't want you hanging around there, hear?
Papa, can't I leave now? There's a meeting of the Junior Shop Stewards ...
The what!
The Junior Shop Stewards. There's lots of ways we can help.
Don't I have enough troubles without them shipping you off to reform school?
But Papa you need all the help you can get.
You've got to help around the house!
But you've got me doing everything. Mama never used to make me dry the ...
You should have helped her without being asked.
That's all right it's no secret. My name's Hartwell. I'm from the company's Eastern office.
You mean Delaware?
No. New York.
New York? You're not the Company President by any chance?
No ...
Too bad. The men've always wanted to get a look at the President. But you've come out here to settle the strike?
Well, if that's possible ...
It's possible. Just negotiate.
Are we talking to a union spokesman?
Don't horse me. Price of zinc's never been higher. They don't want no strike not with their war boom on.
Then why's the company hanging tough? They've signed contracts with other locals why not this one?
Because most of us here are Mexican Americans! Because we want equality with Anglo miners the same pay, the same conditions.
Exactly. And equality's the one thing the bosses can't afford. The biggest club they have over the Anglo locals is, "Well at least you get more than the Mexicans."
Okay, so discrimination hurts the Anglo too, but it hurts me more. And I've had enough of it!
Hear those deputies slugged 'Cente.
Yeah. Lots of provocation lately. They figure if they can lock up the leadership on some phony riot charge, maybe they can bust the strike.
Go on. Spill it.
Well, you're the organizer. You work out strike strategy and most of the time you're dead right. But when you figure everything the rankandfile's to do down to the last detail, you don't give us anything to think about. You afraid we're too lazy to take initiative?
You know I don't think that.
Maybe not. But there's another thing ... like when you came in tonight I heard you ask your wife, "Who's that? His grandfather?"
Why didn't you support her? You're the worst of the lot.
But honey ...
Or why don't you just put a sign outside? "No dogs or women allowed!"
We can't think of them just as housewives but as allies. And we've got to treat them as such.
Look who's talking! The Great White Father, and World's Champion of Women's Rights.
Aw, cut it out, Ruth.
Me, I'm a camp follower following this organizer from one mining camp to another Montana, Colorado, Idaho. But did he ever think to organize the women? No. Wives don't count in the Anglo locals either.
We're only one payment behind. I argued with her. It isn't right.
It isn't right, she says. Was it right that we bought this ... this instrument?
But you had to have it, didn't you? It was so nice to listen
I listen to it. Every night. When you're out to the beer parlor.
Where you going?
Got to talk to the brothers.
This water's cold again.
I'm sorry. The fire's gone out.
Forget it.
Forget it? I chop wood for the stove five times a day. Every time I remember. I remember that across the tracks the Anglo miners have hot water in pipes. And bathrooms. Inside.
Do you think I like living this way? What do you want of me?!
We did. It got lost in the shuffle.
What?
We can't get everything at once. Right now we've got more important demands.
What's more important than sanitation?
The safety of the men that's more important! Five accidents this week all because of speedup. You're a woman, you don't know what it's like up there.
First we got to get equality on the job. Then we'll work on these other things. Leave it to the men.
I see. The men. You'll strike, maybe, for your demands but what the wives want, that comes later, always later.
Now don't start talking against the union again.
What has it got me, your union?
Esperanza, have you forgotten what it was like before the union came? When Estella was a baby, and we couldn't even afford a doctor when she got sick? It was for our families! We met in graveyards to build that union!
All right. Have your strike. I'll have my baby. But no hospital will take me, because I'll be a striker's wife. The store will cut off our credit, and the kids will go hungry. And we'll get behind on the payments again, and then they'll come and take away the radio...
Is that all you care about? That radio? Can't you think of anything except yourself?
If I think of myself it's because you never think of me. Never. Never. Never...
Stop it! The children are watching. Stop it!
Never... never... never!
Aaah, what's the use?
I did not mean to weep again. Why should I weep for joy?