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And
then
the
dispossessed
were
drawn
west
—
from
Kansas
,
Oklahoma
,
Texas
,
New
Mexico
;
from
Nevada
and
Arkansas
families
,
tribes
,
dusted
out
,
tractored
out
.
Carloads
,
caravans
,
homeless
and
hungry
;
twenty
thousand
and
fifty
thousand
and
a
hundred
thousand
and
two
hundred
thousand
.
They
streamed
over
the
mountains
,
hungry
and
restlessrestless
as
ants
,
scurrying
to
find
work
to
do
—
to
lift
,
to
push
,
to
pull
,
to
pick
,
to
cut
—
anything
,
any
burden
to
bear
,
for
food
.
The
kids
are
hungry
.
We
got
no
place
to
live
.
Like
ants
scurrying
for
work
,
for
food
,
and
most
of
all
for
land
.
We
ain
’
t
foreign
.
Seven
generations
back
Americans
,
and
beyond
that
Irish
,
Scotch
,
English
,
German
.
One
of
our
folks
in
the
Revolution
,
an
’
they
was
lots
of
our
folks
in
the
Civil
War
—
both
sides
.
Americans
.
They
were
hungry
,
and
they
were
fierce
.
And
they
had
hoped
to
find
a
home
,
and
they
found
only
hatred
.
Okies
—
the
owners
hated
them
because
the
owners
knew
they
were
soft
and
the
Okies
strong
,
that
they
were
fed
and
the
Okies
hungry
;
and
perhaps
the
owners
had
heard
from
their
grandfathers
how
easy
it
is
to
steal
land
from
a
soft
man
if
you
are
fierce
and
hungry
and
armed
.
The
owners
hated
them
.
And
in
the
towns
,
the
storekeepers
hated
them
because
they
had
no
money
to
spend
.
There
is
no
shorter
path
to
a
storekeeper
’
s
contempt
,
and
all
his
admirations
are
exactly
opposite
.
The
town
men
,
little
bankers
,
hated
Okies
because
there
was
nothing
to
gain
from
them
.
They
had
nothing
.
And
the
laboring
people
hated
Okies
because
a
hungry
man
must
work
,
and
if
he
must
work
,
if
he
has
to
work
,
the
wage
payer
automatically
gives
him
less
for
his
work
;
and
then
no
one
can
get
more
.
And
the
dispossessed
,
the
migrants
,
flowed
into
California
,
two
hundred
and
fifty
thousand
,
and
three
hundred
thousand
.
Behind
them
new
tractors
were
going
on
the
land
and
the
tenants
were
being
forced
off
.
And
new
waves
were
on
the
way
,
new
waves
of
the
dispossessed
and
the
homeless
,
hardened
,
intent
,
and
dangerous
.
And
while
the
Californians
wanted
many
things
,
accumulation
,
social
success
,
amusement
,
luxury
,
and
a
curious
banking
security
,
the
new
barbarians
wanted
only
two
things
—
land
and
food
;
and
to
them
the
two
were
one
.
And
whereas
the
wants
of
the
Californians
were
nebulous
and
undefined
,
the
wants
of
the
Okies
were
beside
the
roads
,
lying
there
to
be
seen
and
coveted
:
the
good
fields
with
water
to
be
dug
for
,
the
good
green
fields
,
earth
to
crumble
experimentally
in
the
hand
,
grass
to
smell
,
oaten
stalks
to
chew
until
the
sharp
sweetness
was
in
the
throat
.
A
man
might
look
at
a
fallow
field
and
know
,
and
see
in
his
mind
that
his
own
bending
back
and
his
own
straining
arms
would
bring
the
cabbages
into
the
light
,
and
the
golden
eating
corn
,
the
turnips
and
carrots
.
And
a
homeless
hungry
man
,
driving
the
roads
with
his
wife
beside
him
and
his
thin
children
in
the
back
seat
,
could
look
at
the
fallow
fields
which
might
produce
food
but
not
profit
,
and
that
man
could
know
how
a
fallow
field
is
a
sin
and
the
unused
land
a
crime
against
the
thin
children
.
And
such
a
man
drove
along
the
roads
and
knew
temptation
at
every
field
,
and
knew
the
lust
to
take
these
fields
and
make
them
grow
strength
for
his
children
and
a
little
comfort
for
his
wife
.
The
temptation
was
before
him
always
.
The
fields
goaded
him
,
and
the
company
ditches
with
good
water
flowing
were
a
goad
to
him
.
And
in
the
south
he
saw
the
golden
oranges
hanging
on
the
trees
,
the
little
golden
oranges
in
the
dark
green
trees
;
and
guards
with
shotguns
patrolling
the
lines
so
a
man
might
not
pick
an
orange
for
a
thin
child
,
oranges
to
be
dumped
if
the
price
was
low
.
