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The McGill Daily
Monday, September 22,1980
B.C. Farmworkers:
An eyewitness account of their plight
On August 23rd in the Fraser Valley, B.C. a seven month old East Indian child
drowned in a bucket of water. The bucket was the drinking water supply for one
of sixteen families inhabiting a converted barn on a fruit farm. The death sparked
an inquest into the living conditions of immigrant farm labouring families in
the fruit belt. The media had begun to cover such issues since April 6, 1980
when the B.C. farmworkers formed the first farmworkers' union in the country,
the Canadian Farm workers' Union (CFU). For the first time in fifteen years the
plight of the Fraser Valley's 10,000 East Indian and Chinese farmworkers came
into the public eye.
Anand Patwardhan is a filmmaker and a student at McGill. His best-known film
Prisoners of Conscience, which portrays the repressive nature of the Indira Gandhi
regime, both before and during the Emergency in India, has been distributed internationally.
Patwardhan spent the summer, making a film about B.C.'s farmworkers. The following
narrative is an account of his observations during the past two months.
It
is 5 a.m. and raining mildly. We are at Pritam Kaur's home in East Vancouver — a
two-room basement with no access to the sun, for which she pays more than a third
of her four to five thousand dollar annual income as a farmworker.
We are an unlikely
gathering here this morning. Martin (cameraman) Nettie (sound recordist) and
Jim (co-director) speak in English. I speak in Hindi. Pritam and
her son Sarwan who have just woken up, speak mainly in Punjabi with occasional
Hindi and English words thrown in. They understand me and I them.They know that
we are making a film on the condition of farmworkers and that we support the
Canadian Farmworkers Union which has recently been formed, so
they are eager to speak out to us of their hardships. The day has already begun
for them. Sarwan is getting ready to go to work in a sawmill. He is separated
and his 5-year old son Neki will go to the fields with Pritam as they have no
baby-sitter. Pritam's work day begins earliest of all. She is preparing lunch
and dinner for the family at the same time, for when she returns at 9 p.m. tonight
she will be too exhausted to do anything but eat and sleep. Sarwan whose job
at the sawmill is a comparatively lighter one, does not seem to help with the
housework, which he probably considers to be the task of women.
Pritam is one of the fastest pickers on the work force in the Fraser Valley.
Proudly she displays to us a card with many holes punched in it. Yesterday she
picked a record 31 flats in one 11-hour stretch earning $69 at $2.25 per flat.
For every flat she filled, Joginder the labour contractor whose main job is to
transport her and other workers in his van, earned 75c. Yesterday he garnered
$23 from Pritam’s toils alone let alone the fifty other workers he also
transported. Pritam beams a smile at us, "They (the farmers and contractors)
prefer employing
us over white workers, because we are much faster."
It is the peak season now and this year the berry crop has been excellent. Temporarily
the pickings are good. Soon however, the crop will thin out, and even Pritam
will be lucky to pick more than 10 f lats'a day. Slower pickers will not be brought
to work at all. This season with some luck, working seven days a week, 9 to 11
hours a day, Pritam will have earned about the minimum wage. Many other workers
will average not morethan $1.50 an hour.
"
Do you enjoy farmwork?" She looks at me incredulously. "Look at my
ankles. See the swelling. My back is in pain. I take headache pills. That is
what farmwork is about. If only I had known when I was still in India that Canada
meant just another field to work in..."
We are at the house of Jwala Singh Grewal. With his white turban, white beard
and imposing figure he looks a little like the calendar picture of Guru Nanak
(religious leader of the Sikhs) which hangs from' his wall. He too speaks only
Punjabi, but understands Hindi. At 65 years of age, he is still a farmworker
and vice-president of the Canadian Farmworkers' Union (CFU). We go to the back
of the house where last night, vandals smashed Jwala's parked car. They sliced
open the tires and threw empty beer bottles through the windows of his house.
"
I never had enemies. People in the community have always been respectful. But
now the union has vicious opponents. They phoned Raj (President of the CFU) and
Charan (Secretary) and threatened to kill them if they continued working for
the union. They smashed the windows of our office. Now this. But we don't scare
so easily. Next time they come, I'll be ready for them. White farmers exploiting
us to make a profit, at least that sounds plausible.
But these contractors — they are the real scum. They exploit their own
kind. I suppose the colour is not what counts. Big fish will always eat small
fish."
We are driving by the farms in the Okanagan where an organizer from the CFU
has been sent to make initial contacts with the workers. In the distance we
spot a worker, a young Chinese boy spraying peach saplings with a hand-held
spray pump. The CFU organizer calls out to him. "What are you
spraying?"
"
I don't know," he replies. He wears no mask, and the spray is being blown
back in his face. The CFU organizer explains the dangers of pesticide and cautions
the worker to insist on being supplied a mask by his employer.
We want to film the ramshackle cabins near the fields, in one of which, an infant
recently drowned in a pail of water while her mother worked in the fields nearby.
These cabins are reputed to be traditionally overcrowded and unhygienic, without
drinking water facilities. The farmer bars the way into the cabin. It can only
be filmed from the outside. Later, when no one is around, we pick up a quick
shot of the inside of an empty cabin.
I am sitting by the roadside a mile away from Jensen's mushroom farm. Jim, Martin
and Nettie are pretending to be a television crew so as to get access onto the
farm and interview Jensen. My presence on the crew would make the farmers suspicious.
By now Jim and I have developed certain tactics to facilitate our work. He handles
the growers and contractors, pretending to be neutral. I talk to the workers,
where our partisanship is already known and can only lead to greater intimacy
and insight into their conditions.
Ninety percent of the workers at Jensen's are members of the CFU. The Union has
applied for its first certi-
fication. Jensen’s, subsidiary of thegiant Moneys Mushroom cannery, has
employed the foremost anti-labour law firm Russell and Dumont to challenge the
CFU at the Labour Relations Board (LRB). The union's case is being argued by
volunteer lawyers from the progressive B.C. Law Union.
Jensen is on guard against the media. He will not speak about the union but refers
Jim to his lawyers. He does have one comment to make about his workers, however. "If
they don't like it here, they are free to quit."
It is a day of celebration. The LRB has ruled that the CFU is legally authorized
to represent the workers at Jensen's mushroom farm. The victory is doubly sweet
as it has been won jointly by both white and East Indian workers who resisted
the management's efforts to divide them racially.
I have left a victory celebration at home to go to a folk concert. As I return
at midnight there is a crowd and an ambulance outside. Sarwan Boal (Treasurer
of the CFU) is lying in his blood on the street. He is barely conscious. A fellow
organizer describes what happened. Stuart, Terry (white workers from Jensen's)
and Sarwan (all slightly high) were shouting in the street "Long Live the
CFU." Four white youths emerged from a pool hall and attacked Sarwan calling
him a "dirty Hindu." They kicked him in the face with their boots.
On being intercepted by Stuart and Terry, they ran away. But before Stuart and
Terry could intervene, Sarwan had already been injured. Now Stuart and Terry
are in a rage. "They attacked our brother, we are going to kill them."
Jim is on the scene. He stays behind to pacify Stuart and Terry saying that the
police have already arrived and it will do no good to take direct physical action.
I follow the ambulance carrying Sarwan to the hospital where he will be discharged
the next day with four stitches and a month's worth of body and head injuries.
The film has been forgotten.
We are nearing the very end of our film stock. We have spent all our personal
savings, cut all the corners possible, imposed ourselves on all our friends,
but the film does not feel complete. We have filmed workers, contractors, growers,
union organizers, a public rally addressed by Cesar Chavez in support of the
CFU, and many other events but we lack a real climax to end on. Now an opportunity
has arisen with plans for a CFU led demonstration at the Clearbrook farming area
against the system of contract labour. The Union is demanding that hiring halls
replace the parasitic labour contractor.
The weather is bright and sunny, and thmonstration is big. Many members of the
CFU have turned out as well as supporters from amongst the labour movement, students,
lawyers, even a priest. Though it is a Saturday farmworkers are in the fields
working. In the past while many workers have secretly pledged their support to
the Union, they have been afraid to come out in public where a farmer or contractor
might see them, for fear of losing their jobs. As we pass field after field,
shouting slogans "Canadian Farmworkers Union Zin-dabad (Long Live the C.F.U.)" and "Farmworkers
Unite and Fight", they stop work and stand up. They smile. We don't have
permission to stop at any one farm as that would be considered a picket.
Suddenly a roar goes up from the demonstrators up ahead A worker has come out
of the fields to join the march. We rush ahead to catch it on film. It is Pritam
Kaur. She is dancing and screaming, "The Union is here to stay!" Behind
her in the distance, a group of three women and two children are running out
of the fields.
Anand Patwardhan
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