I have some perspective on this. I'm a white guy that lives in San Francisco. I also used to live in South Florida and spent a lot of time in Miami.
My ex-girlfriend of 8 years was Haitian. I got to know and love her parents, Marie-Ange and Frantz. They moved from Haiti in the 60's to NYC, then later to Miami when my ex was a girl.
I had a chance to learn a lot about Haitian culture and history. They are, almost without exception, some of the nicest and hardest working people I've ever met. Some of her family are doctors, lawyers, and musicians. Others struggle everyday to put food on the table. Frantz never spends much money, and worked as a foreman for years. He helped to build a lot of modern Miami. Despite never having an abundance of money, he always gave to help others.
Miami is a very, very hard place to get ahead. It is, per capita, one of the poorest cities in the US. The opportunities for most people, especially immigrants, are lacking. Frantz in the story is likely doing the best he can to support his family in a very shitty situation. Based on my experiences, I will make the claim that it's nearly impossible for him to find a second job. He's likely another hard working, striving young man like countless others I know. But his opportunities in the place his family lives don't make his life easy.
I don't know if there's a clear point to my story, but I hope my experiences provide some extra background to the discussion.