How about we nominate the lowly cane cutter who toil all day in the hot sun and collect his pay check only to be robbed by pnc bandits. Instead of being resentful this man gathers himself emotionally and returns to the field to toil and is once again slapped in the face when jackass Granger closes down the sugar industry. He is then told to sell plaintain chips and tambrind ball.
We all sit on our high horses in the West and dictate to our countrymen who by no choice of their own have to endure hardship in the land of our birth.