In the city of Albacete, the situation of the seasonal farm labourers has persisted for decades. For a long time now, the land has been worked by migrant day labourers, who clean the fields, pick potatoes, broccoli, garlic, onions, melons or grapes.
For a long time now, every day throughout the season, hundreds of sub-Saharan workers have been waking up in the early hours of the morning, waking up in the shanty settlement where they live, perhaps having slept on a wet mattress on rainy days, perhaps bruised after an accident due to the lack of light, or with burns caused by the fires of the bonfires; perhaps ill due to the conditions in which they have to keep their food or because they spend the night without thermal insulation.
For a long time now, these workers have been walking to a roundabout where a van will pick them up, take them to a village a few dozen kilometres away, leave them to work in the sun, with hardly any water, or in the rain, for maybe 5 hours, maybe 8, maybe 10, maybe 13.
In that indeterminate number of hours, they may experience fatigue, pain, low blood pressure, a fainting spell, or an accident. They may cut themselves deeply and try to stop the bleeding by covering it with earth, because they have no other means at their disposal, and because if they ask their employers for help, they know that it may happen to them as it has happened to many other colleagues, who are abandoned - consciously or not - at the door of a hospital, forced to lie about the nature of the accident under threat of not returning to work because of the irregular and defenceless situation in which they find themselves.
For a long time now, seasonal workers have been forced to keep quiet, because blackmail, fear of not being able to find another job, threats of denunciation against those who do not have papers, force them to accept conditions of virtual slavery.
They will make them believe that they must swallow, get back into the van that drops them off at the same roundabout, and return to the settlement in which they survive, with just enough time to walk exhausted carrying jugs of water from the nearest fountain, prepare rice for dinner and rest long enough to be exploited for another day, another year.
This poisonous routine has been going on silently for decades, under the absent gaze of the rest of the population, with the complicity of the media, who only turn to look at them to feed their racism, or to use them as a medal or a weapon in some opportunistic argument in the mud of the debate between institutional parties.
Information silence: the bourgeois press lies and conceals mass struggles
The local press was kind enough to publish that the cemetery is going to renovate some stairs, which by chance seems to be a much more interesting news than the fact that for the first time, the migrant population is organising in the city to say enough is enough! to racism and exploitation.
How different they behaved when it was the petty bourgeoisie of the hotel and catering trade who gathered in the Town Hall square to ask for aid after the pandemic while offering their workers disgraceful working conditions!