No, me, I’m hungry. I’ll work for fifteen. I’ll work for food. The kids. You ought to see them. Little boils, like, comin’ out, an’ they can’t run aroun’. Give ’em some windfall fruit, an’ they bloated up. Me, I’ll work for a little piece of meat.
– John Steinbeck
The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 21. With too many workers chasing too few jobs, migrants are so desperate to feed their hungry childen, they will work for anything they can get.