And discovers their crops will now be rotting in the fields. Well, duh.
The governor of that fine state suggests that perhaps 2,000 criminals on probation could be hired to harvest the fields. I am not making this up.
Somehow, I suspect that would not be a partnership made in heaven for either party.
I read about the effects of the new law in an article in the LA Times last week that had the caption: “Labor contractor Don Pedro â€” like farmers across Georgia â€” is worried that the state’s tough new immigration law is scaring away an illegal immigrant workforce.”
Georgia can revisit its storied past. Cue in song by Sam Cooke:
(Well, don’t you know)
That’s the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That’s the sound of the men working on the chain gang
I picked this up on the thirteenth. Digby wrote about it last week. None of the probationers could keep pace. Pay records showed the best filled only 134 buckets a day, and some as little as 20. They lingered at the water cooler behind the truck, sat on overturned red buckets for smoke breaks and stopped working to take cell phone calls.
I had to chuckle though, having tried a bit of that myself as a young man, at the one white dog who actually made it through the day…
Again, having done so, I see it not as a quiet sign of mercy but as a measure of respect. He earned it.