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Friday, April 4, 2008

A Word About Sugar

An acquaintance of mine sent this article this week. I was shocked upon visiting their house to find a bureau in the breakfast area piled high with an assortment of mostly organic fruits, an empty fridge except for some kefir draining to make cream cheese, and an empty pantry except for one jar of raw honey. They had their raw milk outside in the garage fridge. Their counter tops were clear and uncluttered. They have 5 children. The wife suffers from pancreatic cancer and has fought it naturally for 5 years.

"It's crystal clear that Americans. . . are paying for junk food
addiction with their lives. The ones most devastated by the growth of
the processed food industry are the populations of the underdeveloped nations. In their insatiable lust for sales, the food monsters are
competing for overseas markets. They are pouring millions into Third
World advertising campaigns, trying to convince the poor Brazilian
farmer that "He Deserves a Break Today," and the starving child of Ghana that "Things Go Better with Coke" .... The food giants are certainly racking up a lot of victories in the Third World. Two noted food researchers, Frances Moore Lappe and Joseph Collins, have visited the tiny, rotting stores in the rural areas of poor countries and have found chewing gum sold by the stick, Ritz crackers sold one-by-one, and two-packs of Twinkies split so the awful things can be sold separately.
This demand for this poison has been generated by food conglomerate
advertising which is doing a great job of teaching people in poor lands
"that their traditional diets of beans, corn, millet and rice are
worthless as compared to what Americans eat." To the food conglomerates, poor people turning from native, whole foods to processed junk means profit; to the people themselves it means death." Paul Stitt Fighting
the Food Giants

2 comments:

Max said...

Great commentary

Tammie said...

We saw this first hand in Big Bend. The Mexican people would cross over to buy chips and sodas with the money they earned by taking tourists across the river in their tiny boats. Yet, they live in shacks made of pallets and old signs. It made me feel like the epitomy of the Dirty American. This is so sad. It is so wrong that making a buck is more important than saving lives.