We Get A Warm Conscience While Haitians Eat Dirt

| January 31, 2008 | 4 Replies

Good God, how is this happening in our own back yard?

It was lunchtime in one of Haiti’s worst slums, and Charlene Dumas was eating mud. With food prices rising, Haiti’s poorest can’t afford even a daily plate of rice, and some take desperate measures to fill their bellies. Charlene, 16 with a 1-month-old son, has come to rely on a traditional Haitian remedy for hunger pangs: cookies made of dried yellow dirt from the country’s central plateau.

I distinctly remember Bill Clinton charging our soldiers in to help the people of Haiti. There was some general milling about and then…nothing. Apparently, things have been steadily going downhill and food prices have been rising to the point where dirt pancakes are the daily fare.

And why have food prices been rising? What has made a very bad situation even worse, perhaps even hopeless?

Ethanol. Biofuels. Climate change panic.

The Cult of Global Warming is now killing people in Haiti. Hallelujah.

But, hey, at least Al Gore has his shiny Nobel Prize.

Meanwhile, some mom in Haiti is eating dirt three times a day and wondering why her nursing baby is sick. I wonder how she’d feel if she knew that we were burning up the equivalent of God knows how many nutritious meals in our cars while we had readily accessible supplies of oil that we won’t touch because there’s some slim chance that perhaps maybe we could possibly cause a freaking bear to have to live a few miles from where it lives now. You think she’d give us all Wonderful Citizens of the World medals if she knew that her village was dying slowly of starvation because we care more about the comfort of a hypothetical bear than we do about her and her family and friends.

Maybe someone should have mentioned that in Bali, while the world’s elite were snacking on sumptuous hors d’oeuvres, sipping their organically-grown and environmentally friendly wines, and agonizing over a grim future of their imagination, Hatians were sitting down to their third meal of Dirt and Oil Surprise. Not that they would have paused to do much else but frown a little moue of concern before getting back in their private jets and carbon-spewing their way back home, but at least we could say that they knew.

(via Hot Air headlines)

Category: Oh the Climate, It is A-Changin'

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