You can’t get away from it.
This afternoon, on NPR’s On Point, I’m listening to a conversation about Trump’s idea to feed low income people meals in a box.. Trump wants to tell us what to eat? How crazy is that; we know what he eats, what he looks like, how much he cares about us. He likes food in a box, he eats MacDonald’s because he figures no one will try to poison him. There’s tons of food waste in America, and he wants children to eat, what? A box of what? No choice of fresh vegetables,fruits, how about canned peaches, Kraft cheese, let’s see who can make a buck on a government contract, junk food? Remember when Reagan tried to convince us that Ketchup was a vegetable?
A war on poverty, that’s right, Republicans want to get rid of low income people. If we make poor people work three jobs and still need food stamps, then let’s take those stamps away – and then the tax payers can make up for Walmart not giving workers a living wage.
So I’m already ranting, trying to keep focus, trying to write, to make sense of this world by writing a novel where people like me are trying to make sense of this world.
Then Robert walks in. He’s the director of a community action program, he runs the food shelf, he knows about poverty, he’s in the conversation of how distributing food is crucial but also enables people staying in poverty, while taking food away will make poor people work, even if the work offered is dead end servitude without a living wage. We have to ask why people self medicate? Opioids? Alcohol? Junk food? Suicide? Prison? Join the military? Become twitter trolls?
What if we offered all our people a decent life? We live in Vermont. We have gleaners, organic eggs, chicks given for families to raise that turn into pot pies. There’s meat in the freezers, whole grains in bulk. All run by volunteers, supported by taxpayers with help from the federal government. This is too good for poor people? The leftovers from non-poor people?
Robert is saying, what a shithole we’ve become. Seventeen teenagers killed at a high school. We can’t bother to keep our kids safe.
He has brought me a valentine’s gift. A recyclable jar of CBD Gummies – 3% THC, great for sleep, inflammation, cancer, arthritis – in a bright red package.
Let’s watch a movie, I say. Let’s eat them all.