I presented this story once, and apparently it got pulled, so I will try to be more tactful in making my point. Approximately 3 years ago, my husband and I moved from Pennslyvania to California because of a job opportunity for my husband. This was in Visalia Ca. We could not afford to move into the city at the time, so we found a very nice house to rent on the outskirts of the city. A place called Woodlake, Ca. Our Landlady was a white woman who worked as a secretary at the High School there. She had informed us that the small city of Woodlake was 87% Mexican at the time. Being from Pa, I thought nothing of it, because I get along with everyone, but personally had never met anyone from Mexico. It was a nightmare that I will never forget. She neglected to say that many of them were illegal, and that when some of these people were released from Prison, that they were sent to this town to work. I can truly say that I saw more and actually took part in how they live, than anyone in this forum. It was not a safe place. Many times my husband and I heard gunshots in the back alley where most of the drug exchanges occured. The Mexican woman who lived 2 doors down, and who owned a Mexican restaurant would go with her white paneled truck to the border and pick up illegals and hide them in her attic, and keep many of them in her truck to live. They would come out at night and sit under her trees and talk and laugh, but you would never see them in the daylight. The grocery store in that town catered to the Mexican culture, although it was owned by an American man, who owned a chain of supermarkets, and a huge horse ranch. The prices were so high due to the theft that took place every day, which I witnessed first hand. There was a Catholic church a block away from my home.They only had one mass in English, and it was very early in the morning. There was a Mexican family who lived directly across from the church, and every Sunday morning right after church, the partying began, and by nightfall, the police were there. I liked to go in my back yard to suntan, but the music was blaring all the time in the summer. No matter what time of day. Needles to say, once our lease was up, we moved up a bit to a town nearby called Exeter, Ca known for its murals. I took a job working for an elderly woman who owned a small orange and peach ranch. She would have pickers come seasonal to harvest the fruit. I can tell you that most of them were illegals. She said that she paid them $5 and 15cents an hr, but that the bosses of the crews got a bit more. Yes they sure did work hard, but they were NOT paid by the hour, they were paid by the crate. She told me that no rancher will pay by the hour because the work will not get done in time. I told her that I felt that this was called "glorifyed slavery" and she agreed but this is how the farmers make their living. Almost all of the ranchers in this particular area are millionaires. That is a fact. Americans could be doing this job with better pay. Its not an easy job but nothing comes too easy for some of us. Its just a big lie that there are jobs out there that americans won't do. The rich people are happy and don't have to deal with or look at the problem with illegals. The all have the greatest security systems money can buy. I know. I was there.