Can homegrown teens replace immigrant farm labour?

Gustavo Arellano, Tribune News Service

I sank into Randy Carter's comfy couch, excited to see the Hollywood veteran's magnum opus. Around the first floor of his Glendale home were framed photos and posters of films the 77-year-old had worked on during his career. "Apocalypse Now." "The Godfather II." "The Conversation." What we were about to watch was nowhere near the caliber of those classics — and Carter didn't care. Footage of a school bus driving through dusty farmland began to play. The title of the nine-minute sizzle reel Carter produced in 1991 soon flashed: "Boy Wonders." The plot: White teenage boys in the 1960s gave up a summer of surfing to heed the federal government's call. Their assignment: Pick crops in the California desert, replacing Mexican farmworkers.

"That's the stupidest, dumbest, most harebrained scheme I've heard in my life," a farmer complained to a government official in one scene, a sentiment studio executives echoed as they rejected Carter's project as too far-fetched. But it wasn't: "Boy Wonders" was based on Carter's life.

In 1965, the US Department of Labor launched A-TEAM — Athletes in Temporary Employment as Agricultural Manpower — with the goal of recruiting 20,000 high school athletes to harvest summer crops. The country was facing a dire farmworker shortage because the bracero program, which provided cheap legal labor from Mexico for decades, had ended the year before. Sports legends such as Sandy Koufax, Rafer Johnson and Jim Brown urged teen jocks to join A-TEAM because "Farm Work Builds Men!" as one ad stated. But only about 3,000 made it to the fields. One of them was a 17-year-old Carter. He and about 18 classmates from University of San Diego High spent six weeks picking cantaloupes in Blythe. The fine hairs on the fruits ripped through their gloves within hours. It was so hot that the bologna sandwiches the farmers fed their young workers for lunch toasted in the shade. They slept in rickety shacks, used communal bathrooms and showered in water that "was a very nice shade of brown," Carter remembered with a laugh.

They were the rare crew that stuck it out. Teens quit or went on strike across the country to protest abysmal work conditions. A-TEAM was such a disaster that the federal government never tried it again, and the programme was considered so ludicrous that it rarely made it into history books.

Then came MAGA.

Now, legislators in some red-leaning states are thinking about making it easier for teenagers to work in agricultural jobs, in anticipation of Trump's deportation deluge. "I used to joke that I've written a story for the ages, because we'll never solve the problem of labour," Carter said. "I could be dead, and my great-grandkids could easily shop it around." I wrote about Carter's experience in 2018 for an NPR article that went viral. It still bubbles up on social media any time a politician suggests that farm labourers are easily replaceable — like last month, when Agriculture Secretary Brooke Rollins said that "able-bodied adults on Medicaid" could pick crops, instead of immigrants.

From journalists to teachers, people are reaching out to Carter anew to hear his picaresque stories from 50 years ago — like the time he and his friends made a wrong turn in Blythe and drove into the barrio, where "everyone looked at us like we were specimens" but was nice about it.

"They are dying to see white kids tortured," Carter cracked when I asked him why the saga fascinates the public. "They want to see these privileged teens work. Wouldn't you?"

But he doesn't see the A-TEAM as one giant joke — it's one of the defining moments of his life. Born in Brooklyn, NY, Carter moved to San Diego his sophomore year of high school. He always took summer jobs at the insistence of his working-class Irish mother. When the feds made their pitch in the spring of 1965, "there wasn't exactly a rush to the sign-up table," Carter recalled. What's more, coaches at his school, known as University High, forbade their athletes to join. But he and his pals thought it would be the domestic version of the Peace Corps.

"You're a teenager and think, 'What the hell are we going to do this summer?'" he said. "Then, 'What the hell. If nothing else, we'll go into town every night. We'll meet some girls. We'll get cowboys to buy us beverage.'" "

Carter paused for dramatic effect. "No." The University High crew was trained by a Mexican foreman "who in retrospect must have hated us because we were taking the jobs of his family." They worked six days a week for minimum wage — $1.40 an hour at the time — and earned a nickel for every crate filled with about 30 to 36 cantaloupes. "Within two days, we thought, 'This is insane,'" he said. "By the third day, we wanted to leave. But we stayed, because it became a thing of honour." Nearly everyone returned to San Diego after the six-week stint, although a couple of guys went to Fresno and "became legendary in our group because they could stand to do some more. For the rest of us, we did it, and we vowed never to do anything like that as long as we live. Somehow, the beach seemed a little nicer that summer."