We are suffering. We have suffered. And we are not afraid to suffer in order to win our cause.

When you have people together who believe in something very strongly - whether it's religion or politics or unions - things happen.

Our very lives are dependent, for sustenance, on the sweat and sacrifice of the campesinos. Children of farm workers should be as proud of their parents' professions as other children are of theirs.

We have looked into the future and the future is ours.

If they had $2.00 for food, they had to give $1.00 to the union. Otherwise, they would never get out of the trap of poverty. They would never have a union because they couldn't afford to sacrifice a little bit more on top of their misery.

it is clearly evident that our path travels through a valley of teas well known to all farm workers, because in all valleys the way of the farm worker has bene one of sacrifice for generations. Our sweat and our blood have fallen on this land to make other men rich. This Pilgrimage is a witness to the suffering we have seen for generations.

When a man or woman, young, or old, takes a place on the picket line for even a day or two, he will never be the same again.