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El Militante Sin Fronteras

Nuevo periódico marx­ista de la Liga Internacional de los Trabajadores

The WIL stands for the immediate and unconditional legalization of all undocumented immigrants:

- Full rights and amnesty for immigrant workers and their families.
- For the right of residency and dual citizenship. 
- The right to speak one's own language.
- Access to Social Security with equal benefits for all.
- No to "guest worker" programs.
- For an end to deportations and for family reunification.
- No to militarization and repression on the border. 
- For the unity of the working class and the trade unions to fight against racism! The labor movement must be at the forefront of the struggle to improve conditions for all workers.
 
Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos) Print E-mail
Written by Woody Guthrie   
Friday, 21 July 2006
The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning,
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;
They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
CHORUS:
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"
My father's own father, he waded that river,
They took all the money he made in his life;
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
And they rode the truck till they took down and died.

Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract's out and we have to move on;
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
We died in your valleys and died on your plains.
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says, "They are just deportees"

 

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except "deportees"?

 
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