When I went down to Takoma Park, Maryland, last weekend to spend time with Bernie’s daughter, Alisa, and her family, we talked some about Cesar Chavez and she shared with me a letter she received through a friend written by Marshall Ganz.

Ganz is a well-known activist and organizer who spent many years with Chavez working at United Farm Workers after joining the Civil Rights movement in the South. He also helped organize grass roots support for Barack Obama and now lectures at Harvard’s Kennedy School of Government. I received permission to reproduce that letter, as follows:

Letter to friends, students, colleagues and collaborators

3/22/26

“Last Wednesday I was confronted with a shattering reality. A person whom I had known, learned from, and worked with for many years had, at the same time, been inflicting devastating harm on girls and women vulnerable to his assaults. To Ana Murgia, in particular, whom I knew then, I ask your forgiveness for not seeing you. And I want to thank you and your companions for finding the courage to speak out about your abuse and share your deep pain: choices that we can only meet with care and respect.

Like many of  you, I was shaken by what came to light about Cesar’s abusive behavior. So I want to offer my own perspective not because it settles anything, but because I lived some of this history and want to speak honestly of what I saw, what I didn’t see, and what I believe we now must reckon with together.

I first met César in 1965. I worked alongside him, learned from and with him, served beside him for seven years; on the union’s national executive board and admired him deeply for many years. The movement that thousands of us had built had, for a time, transformed the lives of thousands of farmworkers and their families across California, Florida, Texas, and beyond. Boycotts we organized across North America united urban supporters, people of faith, labor activists, civil rights veterans, opponents of the Vietnam Nam war, veterans of the civil rights movement, students, and many others. And the movement brought recognition, dignity, pride and power to the Latino community. Many were immigrants or the children of immigrants, inspired not by political, military, or business leaders but by a movement in which one’s grandmother, working in the fields near Fresno, was now, suddenly, on a UFW picket line fighting for her rights. For the first time in history, a movement effectively challenged the system of exploitation rooted in California agriculture.

The movement also became a school of leadership, organizing and action in which so many found the courage and the mentorship – to risk, to try, and to learn. Any survey of California unions, community groups, elected leaders, educators and more would reveal so many people who got their start as volunteers with the farm workers. I was no exception. I got my first lesson in electoral politics when assigned to getting out the Latino vote in East LA and winning the June 6th California primary for Bobby Kennedy

The people who built the movement also paid the price— – not only by surviving on donated food or serving as full time volunteers supported at only $5.00 per week—but some, their lives were taken. The first person who lost her life was an 18-year old, college student from Boston, Nan Freeman, crushed to death by a truck while picketing a sugar plant in Florida.; Naji Daifullah, a strike leader, an immigrant from Yemen, beaten to death by a Kern County Deputy Sheriff.; Juan de la Cruz, an immigrant from Mexico, shot by a sniper on a picket line south of Bakersfield two days later. And Rufino Contreras, from Mexicali, murdered by a foreman supervising strike breakers in Imperial Valley.

One day, almost five years ago, a young woman earning her master’s at Harvard’s Ed School dropped by my office. She had come, she said, to deliver a greeting from her grandparents. They had been farm workers, had helped to build the movement — a movement that had everything to do with her getting to graduate school.

César’s leadership contributed enormously to all of this, but it was never ‘his’ movement. It belonged to all of us. It was real. It mattered. And it must not be erased.

The truth is always more complex than the mythology. By the mid 1970s as the union was growing rapidly, something had broken in him and the César we thought we knew became a negative of himself: vision gave way to paranoia; courage to fear; relationships to isolation; and curiosity to suspicion. Organizing gave way to purges, witch hunts, absolute personal loyalty, and within a few short years much of the organization we had built was in a shambles.

What most of us did not know— or did not see— was that his abuse of women and girls had been present far earlier, enabled by a small inner circle, so that as his pathology – and power grew so would his circle of harm. To those who have now come forward— and to Ana Murgia, whom I named at the start of this letter— your courage is profound, your pain is real, and you deserved so much better. I am sorry it has taken this long for the world to hear you.

After his death in 1993, a Chavez ‘industry’ had emerged, marketing his image, his deeds, and his story such that one man was portrayed as the source of everything the movement had achieved. In the end, it cheapens the movement that thousands built and allows a leader to cause immense harm without accountability.  So today, 40 years after his death, the discovery of this terrible evil in his life—and the pain it caused the most vulnerable— has landed with seismic force. In the last few days people pulled books from shelves, renamed streets, and threw away 40- or 50-year-old pictures that were an honored part of a family’s heritage.

César Chavez was a flawed human being of genuine and historic consequence who caused profound harm — harm that demands accountability, care for those he hurt, and honest reckoning. Our challenge now is not to choose between the good and the harm, but to hold both, unflinchingly. That is harder than hagiography, and harder than exorcism. But it is the only path that honors the full truth, — including the truth of everyone whose lives were changed for the better by what the movement built, and everyone whose trust, dignity, and humanity he betrayed.

This is the work I hope we can do together

With love and respect,

Marshall”

Not much to add to this, except to emphasize his apology for what he hadn’t seen, what he refused to see. How many of us, including me, are ready to acknowledge that in ourselves? What don’t we want to see? And speaking of conflicting truths, how many are ready “to hold both, unflinchingly”?