
Last night I watched the old 1940s, black and white film based upon John Steinbeck’s novel The Grapes of Wrath. It is still a powerful movie, one that leaves you with mixed emotions.
Based upon the struggles of a working class American family during the Great Depression of the 1930s, it showed the extremes of human nature: the decency of an ordinary family who, like many, were thrown off their land to make way for Big Business and economies of scale. It showed how, after they set off for California, the Promised Land, in a worn-out old truck, they were exploited by many but found occasional touches of generosity and compassion.
Reaching California, the movie showed man’s inhumanity to man and showed the beginnings of the union movement in response to the gross exploitation of workers by the greedy and the powerful, something which appears to be universal and never-changing (remember John Howard’s Work Choices?). It showed how law enforcement officials tend to back the rich and how the competitive capitalist system struggles to cope with those who are poor, unemployed and homeless.
Ironically, yesterday afternoon I saw photographs of a tent camp for the homelessness in Sacramento in California (see above). I even thought of writing a post about it. Today I have!








