Los Mileros: The 1,000 pound cotton pickers during the 1940s-60s in America.
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Our predicament was not a matter of choice, but a matter of being born. Back in the day, the cotton fields became our only salvation and provided opportunities for a better life. We traveled the road of hope; the road of struggles; the road of injustice, hate, and discrimination—the roads we traveled to make enough money just to pay our bills and eat. For over twenty years, those roads were traveled in the forties, fifties, and sixties. Working in the cotton fields was hope—a stepping stone to a better future, which was our hope.
Martiniano Chapa Jr.
Living in Virginia Beach, working at Mortgage Movement, for the past five years. I was born in Edinburg Texas, in my early years I was working mostly in the cotton fields, I was born into a family of migrant workers . Then at nineteen I was drafted into the Army, after my training, I was send to Germany, it was just too cold so I transferred to a hotter place. I volunteered, for Vietnam, there was a War going on so I wanted to do my part, spent a year there. Then left for the big apple New York City, I worked in a Mexican Restaurant called Pancho Villa’s, my brother Roman Chapa was part owner. I worked there for five years, Meanwhile I got married. I opened a restaurant In Asbury Park NJ, with my brother, Half block from the Stone Pony, where Bruce Springsteen got started, then opened another restaurant in Huntington New York, where Harry Chapin, and Billy Joe’ live-in. I coached Soccer, boys, and girls for over twenty five years, sold my Restaurant, and then left for Virginia. My name will always be there outside, Huntington Town Hall, the city I always will Love, they build a momentum honoring the men who serve in Vietnam.
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Los Mileros - Martiniano Chapa Jr.
© 2024 Martiniano Chapa Jr. All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or
transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.
Published by AuthorHouse 01/11/2024
ISBN: 978-1-7283-0607-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-7283-0606-3 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-7283-0605-6 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019942716
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this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views
expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the
views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.
This book is dedicated to my family and all those who have
suffered the pain of leaving their homes to go out picking cotton
in the fields in order to make a living supporting their families.
Their sacrifice is remembered and appreciated.
I honor them!
Martíniano Chapa Jr.
CONTENTS
Introduction: Tears of My Past, Tears of Jubilation by Anthony Martín Chapa
Prologue: Incredible, Mexican Cotton Pickers Back in the Day by Anthony Martín Chapa
Chapter 1 Onboard to Vietnam
Chapter 2 Flying with My Little Brother
Chapter 3 Apollonio
Chapter 4 Truckers
Chapter 4 First Time Picking Cotton
Chapter 6 Working in the Fields
Chapter 7 The Exorcism
Chapter 8 Edinburg
Chapter 9 Maria
Chapter 10 Jim
Chapter 11 Father
Chapter 12 My Sister’s Suitor
Chapter 13 My Grandfather
Chapter 14 Baseball
Chapter 15 Monsters in the Sky
Chapter 16 Watermelon
Chapter 17 Mother
Chapter 18 Dangerous Fields
Chapter 19 Family
Chapter 20 Growing Pains
Chapter 21 The Twins
Chapter 22 People and Rattlesnakes
Chapter 23 Tragedies
Chapter 24 Braceros
Chapter 25 Traveling Men 1958
Chapter 26 Cigarettes and Drive-in Movies
Chapter 27 The Old Truck
Chapter 28 Driving Lessons
Chapter 29 Vacationing with Dad
Chapter 30 Becoming a Milero
Chapter 31 Contests
Chapter 32 Miseducation of Martin
Chapter 33 The Big Green Monster
Chapter 34 What’s a Fundraiser?
Chapter 35 Laws
Chapter 36 1,000 Pounds
Chapter 37 Working through Pain
Chapter 38 The Art of Picking
Chapter 39 The Flu of Clarendon
Chapter 40 Roman and Ruben
Chapter 41 Kennedy: 1960-1963
Chapter 42 California, 1963
Chapter 43 Second Shot at School
Chapter 44 The Great Race—Benito and Me
Chapter 45 The Accident
Chapter 46 Walking Away from the Fields
Chapter 47 My War
Cover Design:
Nick Danzi - Front Cover Illustration
Laura Herrera- Back Cover Design
INTRODUCTION
Tears of My Past, Tears of Jubilation
W hy you are crying, old man?
Well, for a moment, I was thinking I was back in the day when I was a milero. My tears are of joy for what was then, working so hard in the cotton fields. The world of the cotton picker was not a walk through the park or a vacation. It was very demanding and brutal work. We found ways to overcome it knowing that with positive thinking and hard work, we could reach the place of the mileros.
The tears are remembering those days back then. I was young but high strung and always trying to pick a thousand pounds of cotton in one day. When I did, that was my greatest accomplishment in the cotton fields, a labor of love.
These are also tears of sadness for the days growing up in the cotton fields. These tears are of missing those days, which bought happiness to my family, especially my parents. So every time I go back to the past, my parents are there; they are no longer on this earth, but when I go into the past, they are there, and will always be.
Were we crazy back then? No, we were not, but we were a proud family working as hard as we could to make a living. For the stronger cotton pickers, there was always a desire to reach that milestone, that far-away marker, that invincible goal, the one-thousand-pound barrier ~ to become a milero. Getting there brought a feeling of pride, a joyful feeling that you had achieved greatness for that day and had accomplished something very special, something remarkable. The adrenaline you felt as you were getting closer to your goal was extreme, irresistible, and compelling. Sometimes, it was you and your mind talking to each other, your mind trying to convince your body that you were not exhausted, that you were too proud to stop.
What a past we had to live through; it was madness. Well, that madness put food on our table, and it gave us a chance for a better life. It gave us way to survive, hope, and a steppingstone to a better future. That’s why this old man is crying these tears of memories about my youth and my teen years spent in the cotton fields. They were extraordinary years, and the tears are of joy. What more could I ask? There is not any anguish in me but happiness, so do not worry about this old man crying.
Especially when he goes back to the day to embrace his past and his loving parents, sisters, brothers, and friends, to embrace a life dear to him, a way of life gone forever, lost in the wind, lost in time long ago but never to leave his mind until he leaves this life. The life he had to embrace, to love in order to survive with his family will haunt him for the rest of his life.
Keep crying, old man, and embrace your beautiful memories of back in the day. Keep crying, old man, and keep going to that magnificent, enchanting, and mesmerizing world of yours. Never stop crying, old man. Never stop crying, old man, and keep going to the past. Keep going, and never stop dreaming, old man, of your wonderful, unbelievable, and remarkable past.
PROLOGUE
Incredible, Mexican Cotton
Pickers back in the Day
W hy was it so important to become a milero? Well, it was something bold, impressive, amazing, and incomparable; it was picking cotton to the extreme. It was like getting into a zone and feeling powerful picking so much cotton. It was amazing, and it drew recognition and praise from your family and other pickers.
The cotton pickers started to call pickers mileros if they reached the mark—picking a thousand pounds of cotton in one day. Mileros were ingenious and determined hard workers who were extremely obedient to their art of pulling cotton. This was our life back then, and the cotton fields became the way to make a living.
We were relentless, almost too proud, to just pull cotton. We were like brave young men who battled cotton always trying to reach that magical and invincible barrier, the one-thousand-pound mark. That gave us notoriety and respect in our camps, families, and particularly ourselves. Reaching that goal made us feel important and gave us a feeling of being special, people to be admired as fantastic cotton pickers by other pickers. A milero was on a mission to defeat the cotton by stamina and willpower; he was an extremist in the way he pulled cotton. Reaching the goal of picking one thousand pounds of cotton in a day made him want to go for more and keep going, keep competing with other mileros to be the best in the camp, the king of the hill day after day, week after week, and inspire other pickers with their unbelievable drive.
Becoming a milero took years beginning around age six. When you were around ten, you were pulling over five hundred pounds of cotton a day. You were inspired by family members who became mileros; you wanted to be like them. You looked up to them and followed their footsteps. You waited for the moment of your greatness. You wanted to get to the marker too; there was no letting up over the years until you got there. Pulling cotton was very demanding work, but you had many years to perfect the art and get used to the punishment your body took—the struggle, sweat, hard labor, tears, and near misses. You strove to believe and become somebody special in your camp, in your own mind.
It took many years of unbelievably laborious work, discipline, and the will to never give up before you crossed that seemingly invincible marker. And after you got there, you realized getting there was not enough and you did not want to stop. It became part of you to go to the unknown, whatever was on the side of that marker. Your feelings became greater— how far you could go, how much punishment your body could take—so you worked harder and harder until you reached the untiring heights and earned recognition and respect from your family and others. That was our real marker. Maybe it was what we were searching for all those years—the admiration and praise of our parents and other pickers.
Pickers had specially designed sacks; they moved so fast, not letting up. They withstood so much physical punishment pulling cotton almost to exhaustion to earn distinction, self-pride, excitement, and inner jubilation. They became addicted to the adrenaline, the sense of joy that came with their way of life. They felt unique, supreme. Those feelings were their rewards.
The importance of getting there time after time gave us hope, a feeling of pride. We could not escape this way of life because without it we could not survive.
I saw mileros laboring all day headstrong, reaching, struggling, forcing their powerful will and pride and pushing their bodies to the extremes. It was a labor of pride; they were mileros, originals, unyielding to their brutal way of life. They were unique women and men undaunted by the uncivilized hard work who became very highly skilled cotton pickers.
For mileros, there was only one way to pull cotton—hard, fast, and relentlessly. They were mileros; they never became demoralized. They never degraded the art they lived for; they yearned to reach the mark and earn respect for doing so.
They sacrificed so much of their youth, adolescence, and education so their families could have better lives. They immersed themselves in punishment because they were mileros who gave their all and more trying to reach a pinnacle in their lives.
We sacrificed so much and worked so hard to achieve a magical goal that was almost impossible for others