This really isn’t news. Each section of fruit trees contains nearly 70,000 trees…(110 trees per acre x 640 acres).
Realistically, this is only six sections of farmland.
Remember, California has nearly 2200 sections of almond trees alone.
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The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
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In other news, the band Presidents of the United States of America just saw their self-titled album unexpectedly hit trending status on both Spotify and Apple Music…
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If I want a peach, I’d buy a fresh one, not a can. Why didn’t Del Monte shift to growing fresh fruit instead of canning? John Steinbeck made his career writing about farmers and migrant workers in Salinas and Central Valleys. California has huge farmland, but many only see its glamorous Hollywood side, not its agricultural roots.
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“The man from Del Monte says NO”!
(I was just shown an old Del Monte commercial by a friend and in it the man from del monte says yes)
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This really isn’t news. Each section of fruit trees contains nearly 70,000 trees…(110 trees per acre x 640 acres).
Realistically, this is only six sections of farmland.
Remember, California has nearly 2200 sections of almond trees alone.
The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
In other news, the band Presidents of the United States of America just saw their self-titled album unexpectedly hit trending status on both Spotify and Apple Music…
If I want a peach, I’d buy a fresh one, not a can. Why didn’t Del Monte shift to growing fresh fruit instead of canning? John Steinbeck made his career writing about farmers and migrant workers in Salinas and Central Valleys. California has huge farmland, but many only see its glamorous Hollywood side, not its agricultural roots.
“The man from Del Monte says NO”!
(I was just shown an old Del Monte commercial by a friend and in it the man from del monte says yes)
https://youtu.be/BUNmNLdffaM?si=5lpTElWTXHTt8TFv