TERESA AVIÑA won’t open the windows or door of her small apartment, despite a heat that plagues the soul. On the kitchen table, beside two jugs of bottled water, a small, green, electric fan pushes thick air around the room.
“What good is the wind?” she asks, glancing out the window at the breeze that flutters the trees in her front yard. “It’s all poison.”
Jul 25, 2008
Repeat after me: Pesticides hurt people, especially poor people
Next time someone goes off about how the organic food people are oblivious to the realities of the lower classes, etc., you could do worse than to point them to this article on the human costs of conventional industrial agriculture:
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