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It is the year 2006 and the date is 07/26/2006 time is 11:00am I have returned from the fire pits of the valley as I explored this unfamiliar terrain an exuding aura of confidence surrounds me and only one reason do I have for this reaction poverty of the people in this abyss known as the California central valley the cities that have exposed these financially betrayed condition’s are Mendota, Corcoran yes this two tiny cities have exposed a vast inclination of the towns youth towards gangster activity made up mostly of a population of 3,200 Latinos and 400 white folk ,yes they are humble cities with the kids parents vastly relying on the agricultural economy as source of income ,neglect is the outcome of this forgotten projects Latino ghettos in such poor conditions no one but trouble makers dare step outside to the mercy of the heat or inferno .
Since my mind took appreciation to the visual perception these last few days I come to these conclusion central California is with major facts the south that was in America 51 years ago my sympathy to my immigrant brothers and sisters living in these ignorant conditions.
Even though not all in the area have been in this valley undocumented it still remains a fact that all of them share a similar thing which is they all are minorities in the eyes of the American population , one thing thou not see is that the image given to them is away from the big city violence and expenses ,leads them to a simple life in the valley ,they are told basically to trade the fresh coast air for the scorching heat and affordability of the valley.
As conditions diminish thru out the state one thing is evident it carries on in different regions of the earth these two cities are just a brief example in the statistics being created in different humans in the agricultural environment.
On my last few days in these cities I found to elderly people dead , as the wrath of this heat slowly drained life from there old soul’s in their apartment’s, it was 125 degrees that day .
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