I read a report from Brookings today about food scarce communities and it reminded me of the first time I read Daniel Quinn’s Ishmael years ago. (If, on the rare chance, you haven’t read it – stop everything and do it now. It’s just that kind of book) But here we are nearly 30 years after and it seems like humanity is spiraling even faster than before.
Instead of increasing agriculture – it’s dying out. (They keep saying that and I keep buying produce at the market so I hate to wonder if farming is a career of extinction…what the hell am I eating?) Our resources have continued to decrease while our human population has continued to increase. I say human because we all know that the massive fishing and deforestation and mining that takes place to support the ever growing human population is showing a very huge and negative impact on animal and plant life.
Everything Quinn said about “locking up the food” has become even more true today. Do we have bread lines? We have nearly 14% of our population on food stamps. And an even greater percentage that regularly utilize food banks to supplement their groceries because many food giveaways don’t ask for proof of income.
And what about the wealthy? Don’t you see them rushing to get their Trader Joe’s organic free trade coffee beans? Lined up week after week for endless food festivals and brew house events? (I kid you not here in Spokane we fill our downtown with food vendors all Spring and Summer from Hoopfest to , literally, Pig Out in the Park )
I mean, it sounds like someone was reading Quinn’s books and putting it into action…just maybe not the ones that should have been. It might be interesting to note that Ishmael won Ted Turner’s 1989 fellowship for a work of fiction showing promise in global solutions. Ted Turner, who has stated he thinks the U.N. should control the world and that we need to depopulate the planet by well more than half of us.
So you lock up the food. You control the trough. And when the time comes – you starve the unwanted population so that you can enjoy the wonderful resources that are left on Earth that will now replenish themselves because most of us are gone. Food for thought…literally.
The former Otis Hotel, located at 110 S Madison in Spokane’s West End, has been vacant since 2007, when the low-income residents who then called the building home were evicted (often in not-so-great circumstances) to make way for a new condo development. Ultimately, that condo development failed in the recession, and ownership passed from investors to banks […]
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Back in the day this was known as the “Roach House”. I never had the pleasure of seeing the inside of one of the small apartments, but I knew the block well. It was the stomping grounds of a very tall, brown, Tranny, hooker who ruled the space between the Otis doors and the sex shop that was at the other end of the block. What did a 15 year old girl with a skateboard want with a 6 foot transvestite in nettings? She also happened to be a regular LSD merchant. So it was very common to find me looking for her on a Friday night around 1st & J. This was BEFORE cellphones so it was all about knowing who was usually around and where you could buy.
One weekend I was out with a couple of tourists from East Valley (Oooh look at me all goth for the dance club) when I took them down to get some acid, one of them spotted their math teacher coming out of the sex shop. She screamed and waved like he was a rock star. And never had to do another piece of homework ever again in that class (and got all A’s). I’m talking not just porn and videos, this was one of those skeezy shops where you could rent little rooms in the back under the guise of watching movies, but really it was a place to hook up with all the young, male prostitutes that worked the area. I heard he couldn’t even look her in the eye.
It was probably MORE dangerous back then. The Greyhound Station was just down across 1st Street from all that. Lots of criminals and mentally ill folks lived in the Otis. Lots of competitive prostitution and drug deals going on in that area. And certainly no cell phones to call 911, or to Snapchat it! I remember once we were just behind here on 2nd and we had to duck behind a car in a parking lot because there were cops shooting back and forth with another car on 2nd street.
Sigh. And now it will become condos. So some overprivileged twats can move in with their “vintage” Esprit bag and talk about how great the 80’s were and how they wish they too could be 80’s kids.