Work, I have
it in my hands*
Doña
Audelia was born in the town of Loja on the coast of Nayarit. From
an early age, her life has been linked to her work. As a seamstress, she
soon learned the hardships of starting a business and failing, Worse
even, she learned the troubles of falling into debt.
It
was then that the opportunity of traveling to "el Norte" came up. It
was the only valid way, the one safe way to earn money in exchange for
her manual labour. So, in 1985 she arrived to Silicon Valley in San
José, California where she was rapidly incorporated into the
labour market offered to Mexican women by the American urban economy:
the dressmaking industry, the manufacturing industry commonly known
as "canerias," and the electronic industry.
For
her, everyday life in el "Norte" became deranging, for any and every
reason one would go to the extremes. Whereas in Mexico, life was more
bearable despite the dirt, despite misery. For her, the true difference
between Mexico and the United States lies in the alternatives of work,
in the posibility of combining one or two jobs, in that one can make
a profit on the economic model and on certain social benefits. The
system
requires arms, and she is there, with her hands ready, the routines
learned, and the body surrendered to work. As long as there is strength...
* Interview conducted by Víctor Espinosa in August of 1992 in the
city of San José, California.
When I left
my town, it was not out necessity, but in order to follow my husband.
He came to Ensenada for three months, in the year of 1959 we owned a
banana wholesale business, we lasted two years and then, we left to
Mexicali in 1961. There we did the same: sell fruit wholesale, but we
only lasted one year with that business, then we returned to Loja.
When I was
in Loja, twenty years ago, in '76, I used to earn well, but then I had
a problem, I bought a tailor's shop that had four employees plus the
previous owner. It operated pretty well, but I didn't know it was indebted
and, since the previous owner stayed to work with me, when he received
a seizure claim, they took everything away, not only what I had bought,
but also my sewing machine and I was left with nothing. I couldn't do
anything because we still hadn't terminated the sale. That's when the
economic problem started, I alone could not support my entire family
and, on top of everything, they were all studying, because, little as
it may have been, they all studied.
They took
everything away from me, even though I went to protest against the claim,
they only told me:
-You are
not mentioned in any instance.
I explained
that was because I still did not have the documents, besides I got hold
of the invoices and all other documents, but not even then did the government
returned a thing.
But, since
I have my work in my hands and I had credit still, once again, I bought
sewing machines and I re-opened the tailor's shop, but another problem
arose, the government began with the story that we had to become regularized
and that we had to pay a certain amount of money. A declaration arrived
then where they were charging me the same as they did to those who owned
a large store, that's when I couldn't take it any longer and so, I told
the government representative:
-Well, why
can't you be satisfied with the fact that I am a single woman? I am
not being a nuisance to the government because I never ask you for anything,
you are only considering what each employee earns, but you don't care
about how much I spend and whether I can manage to pay, if I cannot
manage then I have to find it, with all that I owe and all that I earn,
besides I am by myself and my earnings come only from there, and then
all the children I have are in school, it's not fair, in any case, I
am going to close down this business and I am going to make just the
same amount of money and I won't pay taxes.
That's where
it started, a whole series of little borrowings here and there,
to keep going, it was a vicious circle, because I could never get out
of them, that's why I came to el Norte, because I was annoyed
at having to do favours; I only owed two people then and, it wasn't
much, but for me it was, to owe one million pesos six years ago was
a lot, I was working only for the interests; that time I told clearly
to those I owed:
-I am going
to move to the United States so that I can meet my obligations, otherwise,
I will never do it.
Believe it
or not, they believed in me, out of all my family, I was the first one
to go there, I left in '85 the first time, and returned that same year,
in March.
When I first
arrived, I was helped by a group of friends from my town that I had
seen only once when they were visiting, there I had told them:
-You know
what? I am going to the United States and I want to ask you if you could
receive me in your house, I don't want to cause any problems to the
family, I want to live there only while I settle.
Since I had
their phone numbers I called them from the airport when I arrived and,
they went to pick me up. When they saw me the first thing they asked
was whether I had been there before, and not, that was my first time,
then they asked if I was nervous.
-No, how
am I going to be nervous!
They were
the ones who found me the job and who took me there, it was in a fashion
house, since I was a seamstress I found that job, it was in Oakland,
that's where I started. They used to pay me five dollars per hour, sometimes
I would go three weeks without being paid, without doing my accounts,
and when I would do them, the owner would get angry, she would take
hours off, that's when I started to realize that Mexicans are the worst
employers, if they all suffer a lot there, I cannot explain myself why
they are mean employers, unfortunately, I think, they have no leadership
skills and, when they reach that position, they become conceited.
The fashion
house was more or less big, it had several employees, I was the one
in charge of all because the owner didn't know dressmaking, when she
hired me she told me she was very clever, very good at sewing, for sure
she said that to let it be known that she was in command there, even
though she knew nothing; that's why I say that Mexicans as employers:
be careful!
In the beginning
I lived with the owner, that was when she wanted to pay me five dollars
per hour and that I worked the time I wanted, since we lived in the
same house she lend me a little room to sleep in, she didn't charge
me anything, the problem was that the owner had her good and her bad
times, I imagined that since she was weak in the head, sometimes, when
I was late or wouldn't arrive early, right away she would go looking
for me to see how I was, whether something had happened to me, even
then, she showed some consideration. But, by the end of the month when
we started doing my accounts, I was confident that I had 500 or 600
dollars, she said I only had 300, I asked her why, she said she was
going to deduct 50 dollars from me because she was letting me sleep
in there. What could I do? I said:
- Okay, that's
fine.
We agreed
that while I lived there I was only going to earn 150 dollars per week
and, precisely, I had to earn 250, we carried on that way for a while,
until finally, already tired of that situation, I rented an apartment,
with that she would pay me more or less fine, with what I earned I could
pay the rent, since they charged me 350 dollars per month.
I lasted
almost one year, while I finished paying all of my commitments, to the
last nickle, then I returned to Mexico and stayed there for only ten
months, it was during those days that they passed the Simpson-Rodino
Law, I found out because a few days before there was so much publicity,
and I came back just when the time to negotiate the documents was about
to expire, in '87. I returned in that year and managed to hand them
in, by the way, that law was not to take away the jobs from the people,
but only to frighten us, to pay us less, everything was out in the news,
at that time there was a lot in the newspaper and the television, I
remember that the president of the United Stades signed the bill when
I was still here.
I returned
because I wanted to see my mother and my children, I had been a year
without seeing them and I wasn't used to it, I remember that I would
almost start speaking alone, except for work, I had no other distraction
and it was so close, it was around the corner from the hotel where I
was staying. The only thing I used to do was to go from work to the
house, sometimes I used to think that I would become mute and so I would
start talking alone, what could I do when I had nobody? because I left
from where my friends were fifteen days after I arrived, I didn't use
to see them often, they lived in San José, I would only call
them on the phone, one day I told my friend:
-You know
what? I'm gonna go, would you give me the chance to stay in your house
for a few days while I find myself a job?
And I stayed
working at an electronics factory before going to Mexico, it was then
when I lived once again with them for a few more days, this time I worked
for ten months, when I returned, I stayed again with them, they are
good people, they help people, but from time to time they also get tired,
even then they have helped lots of people, they are also from Loja.
When I started
at the electronics factory, in '87, I used to earn minimum wage, which
was 4.25, in that same year, I also took a job in the canerías;
this job I got it through a man that was renting me the house where
I lived, he already had many years working in there, I asked him to
let me know whenever a vacancy opened up and, not only did he tell me,
but he also recommended me with all good intentions, but here recommendations
are worth nothing, here what matters is that you arrive at the right
time to request a job.
What one
has to do, first, to remain, is to register yourself with the
Manufacturing Union, it charges 50 dollars when one is already working
and 17 monthly, only Mexicans work there, almost 90 percent, there are
2,500 employees, that I know because there are 2,500 numbers, here we
are not people, we are numbers, aside from the fellow countrymen, one
can see one or two blacks, there are a lot of Portuguese and one or
two Italians; here there is no discrimination, the numbers are what
matters, only that you are there during your break times. In terms of
work what matters is to do it right, I notice that all of the people
are worried about that, because it's a good job, it is worth to try
and keep it, it's rare the person who's not doing the job the way it
has to be done, in this job there are a lot more women than men.
I've been
here for three years, they pay me nine dollars per hour, we are working
seven days a week, eight hours everyday, but you substract half an hour
of lunch and there's work only from July through September, in the meantime,
during the rest of the year, I continue to work at the electronics factory,
I work there because I know a lot about that, they pay me 5.5, but they
pay me more at the canerías, Ah, but in order to earn
that I also had to suffer for two years! That is, one has to make a
hundred labour days in order to earn this salary, it's my first year
that I make this, I was lucky because other people cannot manage to
do it, the job is not very hard, for example, I have to separate the
bad fruit from the bands, I would like very much to do the entire round
until it goes out, because right now I only have one part.
My thoughts
are to come to Mexico only during the season, because one gains rights,
if I last ten years working in the canería I have the
rights to a pension, arriving at 85, 82 years, I can get a pension through
the social security, that's why I have to plan for when I cannot work
any longer and, with what they will send me, with that I'll manage to
support myself in Mexico without having to work, because it yields more
in Mexican pesos and, since I won't be able to eat a lot because of
the age I'll have, besides I want to be able to have my resident documents,
because if I do this about returning to Mexico and I am not working,
they are going to put me as a resident...I don't know how it's called,
but, having my papers, they won't take them away anymore, the good thing
is that, right now, I am approved as a resident.
English is
fundamental for the sewing business, because the best clients are the
gringas, here I worked in a fashion house with a Chilean woman,
a very good person, who went on vacation to her country, she lasted
two months and left me in charge, I stayed with the condition of having
an interpreter and, since she never came, even then I pulled off her
work, if one doesn't know English then you learn it, when I worked at
the electronics none of the chiefs spoke Spanish and, still, I could
understand their orders, one teaches oneself to almost guess what they
are saying and one starts getting used to that.
I was very
much in demand at the workshop where I used to work, because all of
the clients they always gave me good references, that I was very hardworking,
who knows what it is that I used to answer, because I didn't understand
anything, I didn't continue working there because I left to Mexico,
that was last year, in '88; when I was coming back the owner told me
that she would wait for me this much time and, since I took longer,
she didn't want to hire me back because she already had another employee,
but that when there was the need she would consider me, but I never
went back because I was feeling annoyed, since I've done dressmaking
all the time, I already have my own ideas and, that woman did know sewing
but, since we didn't think alike, we didn't agree in anything, I sewed
one way and she did in another way, I used to think she made things
very complicated and, she used to think the same about me, I like being
bossed around when I see that things are right, but when they are complicated,
I say, why make them more complicated, only because the owner says she
studied sewing, besides, I always thought this woman started sewing
out of the blue, as in grabbing the dress and half-making it and half-finishing
the body, so she used to sew and have a lot of fun, that is to say that
what I had to do faster she would make it more complicated for me, only
because of that I didn't feel comfortable, because of her ideas, when
she left I used to sew my way and the clients would remain very happy
with my work, that's why I thought there was no point in going back,
that's why I didn't tell her that I was back and, since I already had
a job at the canerías and the electronics factory, I wasn't
too worried.
I would love
very much to put my own business here but, for that, I need somebody
that speaks English, I do understand the utmost essential, I do speak
a little, the other day I wanted to open a bank account and, the first
thing I did, was to look for somebody who would speak Spanish, the girl
that was translating for me started telling them what I wanted and I
was understanding everything that she was saying! One is lazy, that's
all it is, because we should know English and we always ask in Spanish,
because one wants others to make life easier for us, instantly one wants
pure simplicity and, because of that, one doesn't learn, besides one
has the jobs in Spanish, but, if there was a time when nobody spoke
Spanish, one would struggle and since English is so expressive, it is
understandable, it is very easy because at the time when they are talking
to you they are making gestures.
That hasn't
been the biggest problem for me, pressure is what has been the hardest
getting used to, here they have you traumatized: that the work, that
the government; it's a very strong pressure, that's why there are so
many crazy people, that's why so many things happen here. Over there
in Mexico, however it may be, you can fix your problems, not here, they
threaten you with court and law suits, Miguel, my son, has problems,
I tell him to get used to life here, to do whatever they demand him
to do, because otherwise one cannot live well, and he doesn't want to
do it, to listen. The police has detained him because of stupid things,
I tell him, if one is living in the United States, one has to follow
the law from here, and it is as though the Mexicans refuse to do so,
for example, you cannot have loud music, because you disturb the neighbor,
and if you are quarreling, the other people that are listening call
the police, even though it's none of their business, a few days ago
we went to run some errands and I told the girl that was with me:
-Put those
beans, let them boil well, then turn the fire down, very low, so that
when we come back they'll be cooked and they won't burn.
She relied
on me and I relied on her, when I arrived, they had broken my windows!
They had already called the police and the firefighters! As soon as
I arrived I said:
-What happened?
The house couldn't have burned down?
That the
house was in danger of burning down! How was it going to burn down!
The pot got burned, the beans got burned, it smoked and, since they
smelled bad... it was only the little flame from the beans, and the
gas got used up and, whatever else, but the house wouldn't have caught
on fire for that reason. Well, they already had a report for me that
it was going to be a fire! They broke my windows to get in and, I had
the entire house turned into a mess and... that we couldn't go inside
the house for several hours. A little thing like that, they make it
big.
Once we bought
a car and they called me over the phone, they gave me the car description
and I told them that it was indeed, they told me it was involved in
a car accident, Oh, I almost died, my children had just left, but that
had happened on the 5th of November, they waited until the tenth day.
A simple little crash in a parking lot! They reported it and, since
the guys didn't leave a little note (and nobody leaves that, because
it's not true that they leave it), that since they didn't leave a note
with their personal information, so that they would call, man! they
already had a restraining order, and it wasn't an accident, in was an
i n c i d e n t, but not accident. Immediately one thinks they've killed
themselves. If, for example, you give, to say it somehow, a little hit
to a car and you do not report it, then you are already involved in
a criminal problem, they exaggerate it that way. At the beginning I
only heard the siren and I thought:
-Oh! Something
happened to my children.
Nowadays,
I'm more or less getting used to that, but in any case there's a lot
of danger in the way of living here. There's no tranquility, nobody
has it because you already got your payment and it doesn't add up, then
I received a whole bunch of magazines that I didn't requested and they
are charging me for that, I say why are they sending me these magazines
when I don't want them? Once I got a little note that said:
-That I should
contact them, that I had just won a million dollars and...
-That's not
true, they're all lies! Once I believed it, and I almost fainted, I
said:
-Oh God!
How is this possible?
But I already
know that it's not true and, that from all that I receive, I haven't
asked for anything, I can no longer find a way to get rid of that, there
in my town everything is calmer, but one gets used to living in comfort,
there's a lot of dust over there and less jobs for the people.
Of all my
children, Sergio arrived in '86, he came at age fifteen and he better
returned to study, he stayed here only for one year, he was the first
one to come, when he arrived he called me to Los Angeles and told me:
-Mom, I'm
here, send me three tickets because we're three friends. He's the little
one, and since I used to rent an apartment during that time, here people
come and check, there can be no-one else, besides it was only a one-bedroom,
at that time I used to live in Santa Fe.
My other
son is Rene, he works in Nogales, he's an engineering chief at General
Instruments, he's been living there for about ten or twelve years; the
oldest didn't like it here, besides he has four children, he didn't
want to leave the family.
It's been
a year and a half since Mario arrived, Hector arrived three years ago,
he also worked at the electronics factory where Sergio works, the factory
is in San Jose. Miguel arrived a little after Hector, but during the
same year.
Alicia and
Marta are here as well, they arrived last year and they don't work,
Berta arrived this year with my mom Josefina, she is from 1917 and is
a widow, she's from Tunguragua, Nayarit, she's the one who helped me
with my children when I came to work to el Norte.
Alicia is
married and has a baby, with me live only my mother and Berta, but one
has to see all the suffering one has to go through to get to this! That's
why I say that sewing is a very noble occupation, one can take care
of the children and work at the same time. I think none of them came
out a tramp because I didn't have to leave them alone, I think that
had an influence (and it's not so as to praise myself) but, anybody
can say it, for example, the people that know me have congratulated
me because I brought them up well, they are not perfect but, from among
so many boys none came out a troublemaker. They work, they study, they
are good boys.
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