Archive for February, 2014

Food Industry Investigation

February 23, 2014

Stop Bill C-18

Bill C-18, the “Agricultural Growth Act” omnibus bill, amending several federal agricultural laws, was introduced in Parliament on December 9, 2013. If passed, it will give multi-national agri-business much more money, power and control while increasing farmers’ costs and reducing farmers’ autonomy and Canadian sovereignty.

The following information about Bill C-18 and its implications, as well as about the NFU’s proposed Farmers Seed Act can be used as a Toolkit to help you organize opposition to the Bill.

http://www.nfu.ca/issue/stop-bill-c-18

Clarify your understanding of key issues related to C-18 by reading “Questions and Answers about Bill C-18.” A pdf download.

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Question II by Allison L. Williams Hill

I thought the person who filed a lawsuit against a fast food chain would have validity if it had addressed the quality of the food products.  For example, it was revealed that many fast food chain products contain GMO.  Rodale’s 2012 impactful study showed that the bt toxin, long defended by Monsanto as being destroyed in the abdomen’s acid, showed up in the placental tissue of pregnant women and in their newborns.

 

Rather the lawsuit was dismissed because the plaintiff had the ability to not eat the product and to control what went into the body.  With GMO products, one cannot control what is in the product.   

 

The rising rate of diabetes, hypertension, and heart disease has led to the possibility of investigating into the food industry knowledge and intent of creating food products that created addictive behavior.

 

Who is encouraging this?  Is it the citizen groups who have had it with the experience of being told what is available for them to consume?  Is it scientists who have studied the effects of food on the human body and mind?  Is it the insurance industry that is paying out for these illnesses?  Is it the state government funding Medicare and Medicaid?

 

The lack of information or the provision of “designed” information about the contents of processed food and its impact on behavior is almost as derisive as lying.  The knowledge of what is not healthy is in it and known but not told. 

 

This is a plan: Increase the desire to get more food that, when consumed, has physical consequences  (which varies per person) then sell the remedy to solve that problem.  That is the back end sale of the pharmaceutical industry.  Along with agriculture, both are monitored by the Food and Drug Administration.    The title of this department had never been the Food and Drug Safety Administration.

 

Is it necessary to investigate whether the food industry was aware of the addictive nature of their product formulas?    High fructose corn syrup, the cheapest sweetener, and the most affective substance in turning off the body’s natural system of satiation, is considered the major cause of the obesity and diabetes II of adults and children in this country.    

 

Is it necessary to investigate the food industry’s knowledge of the impact of advertising to children?  I’ve not read Ray Crock’s biography, but Eric Schlosser, author, discussed Crock’s observations at McDonald’s in his presentation at the Institute for Integrative Nutrition.  While I walk, I listen to the IIN lectures constantly on an iPod, provided by the school when I did the program online even though I graduated from the program almost 4 years ago.  Crock noticed that the money spent increased when children came into the restaurant with adults.  In other words, when children came, they made more money. 

 

That intelligence has been applied to commercials for children’s products of all kinds, including processed food.  Mr. Schlosser watched children’s programming with his own children and noticed that the same commercials were replayed.  He said he wondered why the commercials did not change.  He said it increased recall in the child; the information became “imprinted,” by definition means “to fix firmly, as in the mind.”  Mr. Schlosser then said the magic word: brainwashing.   

 

Foods advertised to children rarely have their nutritional health at heart.  Only a little information is provided, as sound bites in a commercial, or as stamps on the packaging to ensure they cover the adult’s perception of nutritional value to secure the purchase in response to a child’s constant requests.

 

And it is feasible that millions of advertising dollars were applied without research and just happened to gross billions of dollars in revenue.  If that is plausible to you, not only do I have a couple of bridges to sell you, not just one, mind you, but I’ll throw in for free inflammation so you can experience obesity; rheumatoid arthritis; diabetes, hypertension, and name another-prevalent-disease deliciously disguised in a boxed case of baked goods.

 

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The Family Tree

February 23, 2014

Image “Spirit of the Island I” by Allison L. Williams Hill

On January 26th of this year I took notes as I listened to my mother talk about what she remembered about her family.  This past weekend I spoke to my uncle, her brother after he received my letter stating I would pursue documenting our genealogy. 

 I learned for the first time that my mother’s parents are from the southern part of the United States also.  I always thought they were born in New York as she was.  My father’s family is also from the south, the same state and both parents grew up not too far from each other. 

I’ve always known my uncle by his nick name.  I learned he had that nickname until he started to go to school.  There was a debate on what he should be called: grandma had one idea, and grandpa had another.  Grandma won.  

“There are a lot of skeletons in the closet,” said my uncle.  When he finished, I looked over my notes.  I called my mother a little while after.  She was busy, I left a message.

“There are a lot of skeletons in the closet,” I said.  “It appears that it’s standing room only.”

I learned that we had a cousin that was kidnapped by a babysitter.  Neither the child nor the babysitter was found.  My uncle did not remember the child’s name.  I did not ask if he remembered if it was a boy or a girl.

I did not know about the artistic capabilities of another uncle.  I never got the chance to see his work.  Mom said he taught her how to color in a coloring book.  He taught her how to outline the form and fill in the color.  My mother said she’d just color in and beyond the lines.  This uncle coughed so much from smoking, he’d break his ribs.  His third wife dies from cancer.  It was a surprise to him; she was his caregiver and kept it a secret.  He was left in the hands of his daughter who, upon returning from the store he asked her to go to, found his body bleeding out from the shunt he removed for dialysis. 

She took pictures and distributed them to the surviving brother and sister.  When my husband and I return to New York, I thought I’d have a little fun with her by telling her we never married and lived together.  She is really into church. I told my friend, a Yoruba priestess, who is considered a heathen in her family that I’d stack her up against her relatives any day.  After hearing about the pictures, I’m not so sure.  

We have few pictures, few dates but a great opportunity for me to conduct a hell of a lot of interviews with people I never met.  I mentioned to my uncle since his father loved the women, I might have cousins all around us where we are.

I knew many, many years ago that my great great-grandfather was a white Irishman.  While talking to my uncle, I wondered where on earth would I be able to find information about him and the reason he was a part of this family.