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Living in Liverpool: My Memories by Thania Delgado

in The Word is Text by

It was the summer of August 1998, and I had just turned eight. I remember the cracked concrete sidewalks of Liverpool, and I remember the way the store clerk looked at me every time I said “Hola.”  What I remember the most, however, were my mother’s words.

No vamos a comer hora. Juega con tus amigos,” she’d say to me, then hug me and let me go.

I didn’t understand what she meant every time she’d say this. All I knew was that playing with friends was better than eating. We’re oblivious to a lot of things in our childhood, and I was no different. I never looked into my parent’s eyes and saw the hardships they faced.

The year 1998 marked the twelve years my parents had been living in Liverpool. The opportunity that once shined in the sun was now a faded dream. Work dominated their life. The clothing factory they worked in was a building of hazards with security guards at every corner.

“I worked with packaging and machinery. You’re mom sewed pants, jeans and blankets all day. Workers were separated by race. The Irish and Scottish in the first rows, Mexicans in the middle and blacks in the back row and so on…” recalls my father.

According to my parents, work shifts were about 12 hours. If a person could not work those twelve hours, they would be fired. On some days, workers would be paid 3 pounds (about $5 in the United States) or they weren’t paid anything at all. Talking and going to the bathroom would be forbidden. Female workers had to take a pregnancy test, and if they tested positive, they would be fired on the spot.

Despite the long hours and limitations, it was the hazards of the workplace that took a toll on my mother, my father and the rest of the workers. “We could take the long hours and the demands of what we couldn’t do, but the hazards scared me and your dad, the workers, everyone.”

There was no air conditioning in the factory, so it was very hot. One bottle of water wasn’t enough to sustain a sweating human being. Dust covered the air day and night, and the workers breathed it in. My mother recalled a time when she came out of work with her hair white or blue or whatever the color of the pants and shirts they were working on. “That day we could only smell the dye of the clothing when we left work,” recalled my mother. “Everyone breathed as if they’d just been saved from drowning.”

Every day the workers faced conditions that took a toll on their health. For them, it was a daily routine where they sacrificed their well-being in order to obtain the essentials—money, food, and clothing. Although all of them came from different countries, it was their shared experience that brought them together.

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