The prices don’t change. It’s a race no one can win.
And still—every morning—the cows need milking.
So they show up. Kevin in Wisconsin. Pedro in Idaho. Lucia in Vermont. Some undocumented, all essential.
“They’re not going anywhere,” John Rosenow says. He’s the fifth generation on his family’s farm.
“Trump said the same thing last time. And nothing happened. So they keep showing up.”
They might be wrong this time.
Because the vans are rolling. The names are on clipboards. And the milk is still warm when the knock comes.
“No immigrant labor = no dairy industry.”