It seems so minor, but I remember the grapes and lettuce boycotts from my high school days. He was a symbol of fairness and justice for all, for the farm workers who picked crops in the hot sun for all of us. Help? Not too much, sadly, here in suburban New Jersey—honored the boycott, spread the word. Started to learn.
We did not know about the pesticides, did not hear about heat stroke. The fact that we are hearing these things now is bittersweet—they should have been resolved long ago, but at least the Internet has made it harder to hide the abuses.