By Amanda Mclearn- Montz
“I spy something blue…” I was driving through the Iowa
countryside with two kids, and we were passing the time with the classic “I
Spy” game. We spied the things most people see when they traverse Iowa: corn,
cows, cars, rivers. We also spied something hidden to most eyes: the migrant
worker camp where the kids lived.
Located behind an old farmhouse on a gravel
road, most people never pass by the camp. Those that do often mistake it for
part of the farm and never give it a second glance. But this past summer, my
eyes were opened to see this camp and others like it. I worked as a health aide
for an organization that provides health services to migrant workers and their
families. Through this work, I learned the stories of the hidden camps’
residents, who are often as invisible to society as the places they live.
I learned one of these stories the day I played “I Spy.” As
a health aide, I often transported migrant workers and their families to
appointments in Iowa City. On “I Spy” day, I was accompanying the two kids, a
brother and sister pair, to the free pediatric dental clinic since their
parents were occupied with their work in the fields. I picked the two kids up
from their summer school program, and we spent the drive from Williamsburg to
Iowa City playing “I Spy” and talking about life. The kids told me about their
dreams of becoming dentists and described the various places they had lived.
Their family had bounced around the country for years following the
agricultural jobs, and each sibling had been born in a different state. The
sister mentioned how she liked Iowa and did not want to leave. But soon her
parents’ jobs de-tasseling the corn would end, and her family would have to
migrate again if they wanted to survive. After our car-ride, we spent the rest
of the day at the dentist. I held the kids’ hands as the dentists worked on
their teeth and consoled them when the noisy drills scared them. At the end of
the appointment, the little brother was distraught with fear and pain. His
older sister became a substitute mother and shared her stickers and a hug to
comfort him, but I was heartbroken his actual mother could not be there. When
he calmed down, I took them back to their camp. After that day, I saw them
intermittently at the mobile clinic we took to their camp, and they always
greeted me with smiles and hugs. But one day, they were gone. Their family had
moved on to the next job.
Another story I learned this summer was of a woman from
Mexico. She did not have a car, so I drove her to her first dental appointment
in years. During our time together, she told me about her life. She recounted
coming to the United States and making her home in rural Iowa. She described
her happiness to find friends and a husband here, but she still missed her
family in Mexico every day. Her English was limited, so I translated and
assisted her through the appointment which revealed to me how scary and
intimidating the healthcare system can be. We started the appointment by
filling out forms. Despite being in Spanish, the forms were complicated and
hard for her to understand. Her confusion became fear when the forms asked
about residency. She was undocumented and worried revealing this to the dental
clinic would result in deportation. I reassured her that she would be fine,
although my own stomach had dropped and I was scared for her. Thankfully, the
dental clinic was unconcerned about her documentation status and focused on
repairing her teeth. When the appointment finished, I returned her to the chicken
farm where she worked, and she thanked me for my help. I was grateful to her as
well for sharing her story and showing me a glimpse into her life as a migrant
worker.
After this summer, I will never look at the cornfields of Iowa in the same way. Now I will see the homes of migrant workers and be reminded of the stories I learned. The people I met as a health aide have struggles and fears I cannot imagine. They need support and advocates so they can receive the rights and services they justly deserve. I hope their stories have inspired you to “spy” the migrant workers around us and to be one of the advocates they greatly need.
Mclearn- Montz is a
second-year medical student at the University of Iowa. Her interests include
global health, pediatrics, peace-making, and ice cream!
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