“We Have Nothing with Which to Clothe our Children”

It feels strange to look back into the past and feel heartbreak for people's suffering, and all they did without, when they are long gone and there is nothing left to be done about their want or need. But I cannot always help myself, and that is how I felt when I read these words from a tenant farmer in Martin County, N.C. in 1887.

At the Migrant Camp in Aurora, N.C., June 1947

This is the 21st and last photo-essay of my "Working Lives" series. It focuses on a migrant farmworkers camp in Aurora, a small town on the North Carolina coast that used to be called the "Potato Capital of the World." Every spring, with the arrival of the migrant harvest workers, Aurora's population doubled then doubled again.