One of the most humiliating experiences happened four years ago when I was eight months pregnant. I received a Walmart order to ship 2,000 boxes in one hour. I could barely lift any boxes and I felt like I might lose my baby. The whole time I was thinking: “Please baby stay in there.” I was also thinking of my family in El Salvador. My little boy is there. He is 11-years-old. I need to provide for him so I couldn’t risk complaining and losing my job. All I could do is hold my stomach and ask God for help. My employer didn’t care about the pain I was in.
After my caesarian, I returned to work and my supervisor said to me: “I don’t care that you had surgery. You’re here to work and if not, you can leave. There is plenty to replace you and do the job better.”
This is not right. No one should have to work in dangerous conditions and worry about their children and about losing a job if you speak up. It was a difficult time in my life, but now I have hope. I am working with other warehouse workers to improve our jobs and our lives and bring respect to all warehouse workers.
This September we will march from the warehouses in Riverside to Downtown Los Angeles. Please support our pilgrimage for dignity on the job. If you can’t march with workers and our families you can sign the letter we plan to deliver to Walmart when we arrive in the city.
Si Se Puede!