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BarbarousMexico JOHN KENNETH TURNER

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THE COUNTRY PEONS AND THE CITY POOR 111<br />

the peon to his master. Debts are handed from father to<br />

son and on down through the generations. Though the<br />

constitution does not recognize the right of the creditor to<br />

take and hold the body of the debtor, the rural authorities<br />

everywhere recognize such a right and the result is that<br />

probably 5,000.000 people, or one-third the entire population,<br />

are today living in a state of helpless peonage.<br />

Farm peons are often credited with receiving wages,<br />

which nominally range from twelve and one-half cents a<br />

day to twenty-five cents a day, American money—seldom<br />

higher. Often they never receive a cent of this, but are<br />

paid only in credit checks at the hacienda store, at which<br />

they are compelled to trade in spite of the exorbitant<br />

prices. As a result their food consists solely of corn<br />

and beans, they live in hovels often made of no more<br />

substantial material than corn-stalks, and they wear their<br />

pitiful clothing, not merely until the garments are all rags<br />

and patches and ready to drop off, but until they actually<br />

do attain the vanishing act.<br />

Probably not fewer than eighty per cent of all the farm<br />

and plantation laborers in Mexico are either slaves or<br />

are bound to the land as peons. The other twenty per cent<br />

are denominated as free laborers and live a precarious<br />

existence trying to dodge the net of those who would drag<br />

them down. I remember particularly a family of such<br />

whom I met in the State of Chihuahua. They were<br />

typical, though my memory of them is most vivid because<br />

I saw them on the first night I ever spent in Mexico. It<br />

was in a second-class car on the Mexican Central, traveling<br />

south.<br />

They were six, that family, and of three generations.<br />

From the callow, raven-haired boy to the white-chinned<br />

grandfather, all six seemed to have the last ray of<br />

mirth ground out of their systems. We were a lively

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