There’s no other word for this than slavery. Mentally retarded men kept isolated, working long hours in a turkey processing plant for decades. Paid essentially nothing. Living in squalor. Until 2009. Here’s a quote from the introduction. RTWT.
A veteran social worker named Denise Gonzales drove past the winter-quiescent fields of 2009 to some town called Atalissa. She had to see for herself what subordinates were telling her. She pulled uphill to an old schoolhouse, its turquoise exterior garish amid the sleeping acres of snow-dusted brown. She found an open door and stepped into a wonderland nightmare, with walls painted playhouse colors, floors speckled with roaches and the air rank with neglect. From the squalid building’s shadows emerged its residents, all men, extending hands in welcome, their long fingernails caked with dried blood. A few hands looked almost forked. “From pulling crop,” they explained, a term that she soon learned referred to the yanking of craws from freshly killed turkeys.
You the boss lady? they asked, with grins of gaptoothed decay. You in charge of us now? A few led her on a tour past the soiled mattresses, the overloaded electrical outlets, the trash bins collecting the snow melt dripping from the ceiling — their home. The schoolhouse was crime-scene crowded. Law enforcement investigators. Social workers. The nervous caretakers. A woman just up from Texas, identifying herself as a co-owner of Henry’s Turkey Service and describing these “boys” as employees who were like family. “Dressed to the nines,” Ms. Gonzales recalls. “And right outside that room were these men needing medical attention, malnourished, with mice crawling in their rooms.” Two decades on the front lines of human frailty had not prepared her for this. But Ms. Gonzales suppressed her panic to focus on the names of these 21 Texans soon to be in her care. Gene. Willie. Henry. Frank. Keith. The Penner brothers, Billy and Robert. Others.
All the while, she kept thinking: How in God’s name did they wind up here?
I could say a lot of things about what happened to Detroit and to America in the last 96 years, but I think these 2 images cover most of it.
Woodward Ave., Detroit, Michigan 2013
Woodward Ave., Detroit, Michigan 1917
If you want some more, Dewey From Detroit brings the details.
So Vlad is getting the band back together and going out on tour. Some political voices, like Marco Rubio, are calling for the U.S. to act. It might sound good, but we will not. We cannot.
The era of a powerful United States is past. The decades of growth and wealth following WWII have been over long enough for us to dig a seventeen trillion dollar hole. To try to maintain spending on social programs we are currently cutting the U.S. military back to pre-WWII levels. This, after using up our military, both the personnel and the equipment, in two wars over the past 13 years. Russia isn’t worried about us doing anything other than issuing strongly worded statements.
For that matter, Iran isn’t either. They nodded and scraped a bit, but they have continued right along the path of developing the capability to enrich uranium to the level necessary to make thermonuclear weapons.
And China is leaving us behind economically. They may be using their own population as slaves to make the products, but they are winning. In 2013 they passed us as the world’s top trader of merchandise. We don’t make electronics, the last American made TV was a Zenith and they gave it up in 1995. **UPDATE in the comments** Cars? Steel? Oil? Textiles? China has no reason to pay attention to the needs or wishes of the United States. They have already won their war with us, one department store sale at a time. We owe over five trillion dollars in debt to other countries. Half of that is held by just two, Japan and China.
So, this Russian expansion in eastern Europe? This is what after looks like. We are going to see a lot more of it.
Brigid lost her canine companion Barkley recently. If you stopped by here and haven’t read her tribute, you should take a few minutes and share in her love and grief.
If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.
Problems like this just would not happen.