“There is a certain pride in work and in your body throbbing beyond any boundaries you imagined you could endure. You identify with those who come home with pieces of pork fat wedged into their boots, with gashes on their arms and legs from their tools and machines, and with black grime etched into the folds of their dark skin. Too often this country has turned its back on the working class and the working poor, not to mention the undocumented workers who harvest the food for American tables and build our houses.” WorkersImmigrantsWorking ClassImmigrant ExperienceSergio TroncosoChico Lingo BlogMexican Immigrants Author:Sergio Troncoso