"Little fella like me can’t do anything. The Association sets the rate, and we got to mind. If we don’t – we ain’t got a farm. The little fella gets crowded all the time."
– John Steinbeck
The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 28. Ma Joad asks a small farmer looking for cotton pickers about the rumor that next year’s rate will drop from ninety to seventy-five cents. Confirming this, the small grower reveals that the Farmers’ Association fixes the rate and if he doesn’t comply he loses his farm. This is more evidence of the inhumanity and unbridled greed of the corrupt association.