Much Needed Perspective From a Daughter of Sharecroppers


"I had a good momma and daddy," Dottie tells me, referring to those better known to a wider world as George and Annie Mae Gudger, heads of one sharecropping family profiled in the American classic Let Us Now Praise Famous Men by James Agee, with iconic photos by Walker Evans--such as this one of Dottie's mother. "We didn't have much, but what we had was made honest. I know people today couldn't work like they did."

Contemplating Agee's description of the work ethic required from the beloved subjects of his book, simply for their survival, I have to agree with her.

"It is for the clothing, and for the food, and for the shelter, by these to sustain their lives, that they work. Into this work and need, their minds, their spirits, and their strength are so steadily and intensely drawn that during such time as they are not at work, life exists for them scarcely more clearly or in more variance and seizure and appetite than it does for the more simply organized among the animals and for the plants."

With brain rot induced by MTV, an allure to laziness engendered by love of video games, ambition driven by materialist trappings, acceptance of a yoke of debt in exchange for a sleek car, over-priced shoes, designer clothes, or a TV screen bigger and flatter than the rough wooden table the Gudger family would have crowded around to take the sustenance needed to give them strength to work, in order to earn to earn more sustenance, today's younger generations have yet to grapple with how bad the economy really could get. "If the recession got as bad as the Great Depression, I really think these kids today might starve. They never had to learn how to work hard," Dottie says.

I don't admit to Dottie how sheepish and somewhat ashamed I feel during our conversation, reflecting back on the one time in my life I spent time working in a field. The summer of my 13th year I stayed with relatives in central Ohio. When my Aunt Beth saw a classified ad for a local farm in the newspaper, she asked if I'd like to earn a little extra spending money picking blueberries. With visions of new clothes breakdancing in my head, I set an early alarm so my aunt could drop me off at the farm by 7 am.

I picked and picked and picked, crouched under a canopy of branches to shelter myself from the sun, working to perfect the technique of pulling an entire cluster off the bush without crushing a single blueberry. With the morning sun just beginning to emanate a kind of heat foretelling the coming of a scorching afternoon, I proudly presented my first full bucket of blueberries to the field foreman just before 11 am.

"Good work," he said. "You've earned three dollars and sixty-seven cents."

After nearly four hours crawling through the field, sweat drenched my hair; dark brown mud painted my long pants and tennis shoes; purple stains speckled my face and covered my fingers; scratches marked jagged red scrawls across my hands and face; my back and neck ached from the hours hunched under the bushes. I'd never known such exhaustion. The only reason I had no thoughts of hunger was because I'd eaten every blueberry accidentally crushed by the clumsiness of my inexperienced fingers. All that work wouldn't even buy me a McDonald's super-value meal. "This is bullshit," I thought, abandoning my bucket by a truck and sneaking away from the farm so none of the other workers would see me giving up.

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Christina Davidson is a writer, photographer, and book editor who specializes in national security, terrorism, and war. She also writes for the food blog Feed The Masses. More

Christina Davidson is a writer, photographer and book editor based in Washington, D.C. She specializes in editing books about national security, terrorism, and war, but writes for a broad array of publications, including the popular frugalicious foodie blog Feed The Masses. She is working on a book based on her Recession Road Trip project for

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