Razor Reader
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Let's say the study group was able to incubate a supermarket chain. Wouldn't that help in creating income for black people and said areas?? Now they have a place they can buy food and a place they can work.
Study group as a solution to black problems: 1# The Food Problem
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Let's say the study group was able to incubate a supermarket chain. Wouldn't that help in creating income for black people and said areas?? Now they have a place they can buy food and a place they can work.
Razor Reader
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Razor Reader
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Nutrition and food is a key problem. Good portion of black people grossly obese. Stop it with the foolishness.
Thurgood Thurston III
#LLNB #LLLB #E4R x 2 🖤🖤🖤🆚🌀🌀
What's the top 5?
Bigblackted4
Superstar
Time is one of the big problems, it takes time to cook meals amd plan out diets shyt is not easy.
Ghostface Trillah
God-level poster
No easy solution to this because food = money which a lot of black people don't have.
I was just telling someone the other day that you don't see cancer causing dye filled 3 liter 99 cent sodas in well to do neighborhoods but they're in every hood. Until you can find an alternative around that price range,poor people are going to continue eating trash
I was just telling someone the other day that you don't see cancer causing dye filled 3 liter 99 cent sodas in well to do neighborhoods but they're in every hood. Until you can find an alternative around that price range,poor people are going to continue eating trash
Wink Beaufield
Superstar
You gonna sit up here and tell people that health isn't a top issue in poor communities? TF wrong with you slim? If all you have is close access to is a bunch of Chinese Carryout's and the closest food store is 30minutes away by bus. That is a very real issue here in DC where there are only 3 grocery stores that serve east of the river residents.
Elle Driver
Veteran
Buy cheap fruits and veggies and just clean them with veggie cleaners. Freeze your fruits.
The most important thing is access to these foods, you can’t afford to drive miles to a supermarket. Gotta go to the city council and fight for it. Get a candidate that’ll do just that.
The most important thing is access to these foods, you can’t afford to drive miles to a supermarket. Gotta go to the city council and fight for it. Get a candidate that’ll do just that.
Dzali OG
Dz Ali OG...Pay me like you owe me!
I feel as though...us lobbying for food oasis will be the same as prisoners going on a food strike.
Our problem is our status in this prison. Until we clique up and get our weight up we will continue to be shyt on.
Though there may be a little opportunity for a few farmers. Like my family, we receive organic fruits and veggies delivered to us biweekly.
Razor Reader
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I feel as though...us lobbying for food oasis will be the same as prisoners going on a food strike.
Our problem is our status in this prison. Until we clique up and get our weight up we will continue to be shyt on.
What got to start independent cell instead trying to come together all at once.
It a waste of to try to get too many people on the same page all at once.
When in prison make the most of the time...
Razor Reader
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Frederick Douglass On How Slave Owners Used Food As A Weapon Of Control
Douglass makes it a point to nail the boastful lie put out by slaveholders – one that persists to this day – that "their slaves enjoy more of the physical comforts of life than the peasantry of any country in the world."
In truth, rations consisted of a monthly allowance of a bushel of third-rate corn, pickled pork (which was "often tainted") and "poorest quality herrings" – barely enough to sustain grown men and women through their backbreaking labors in the field. Not all the enslaved, however, were so ill-fed. Waiting at the "glittering table of the great house" – a table loaded with the choicest meats, the bounty of the Chesapeake Bay, platters of fruit, asparagus, celery and cauliflower, cheese, butter, cream and the finest wines and brandies from France – was a group of black servants chosen for their loyalty and comely looks. These glossy servants constituted "a sort of black aristocracy," wrote Douglass. By elevating them, the slave owner was playing the old divide-and-rule trick, and it worked. The difference, Douglass wrote, "between these favored few, and the sorrow and hunger-smitten multitudes of the quarter and the field, was immense."
The "hunger-smitten multitudes" did what they could to supplement their scanty diets. "They did this by hunting, fishing, growing their own vegetables – or stealing," says Frederick Douglass Opie, professor of history and foodways at Babson College, who, of course, is named after the activist. "In their moral universe, they felt, 'You stole me, you mistreated me, therefore to steal from you is quite normal.' " If caught, say, eating an orange from the owner's abundant fruit garden, the punishment was flogging. When even this proved futile, a tar fence was erected around the forbidden fruit. Anyone whose body bore the merest trace of tar was brutally whipped by the chief gardener.
But if deprivation was one form of control, a far more insidious and malicious one was the annual Christmas holidays, where gluttony and binge drinking was almost mandatory. During those six days, the enslaved could do what they chose, and while a few spent time with distant family or hunting or working on their homes, most were happy to engage in playing sports, "fiddling, dancing, and drinking whiskey; and this latter mode of spending the time was by far the most agreeable to the feelings of our masters. ... It was deemed a disgrace not to get drunk at Christmas." To encourage whiskey benders, the "masters" took bets to see who could drink the most whiskey, thus "getting whole multitudes to drink to excess."
Frederick Douglass, circa 1879.
George Warren/National Archives
The nefarious aim of these revels was to equate dissipation with liberty. At the end of the holidays, sickened by the excessive alcohol, the hungover men felt "that we had almost as well be slaves to man as to rum." And so, Douglass wrote, "we staggered up from the filth of our wallowing, took a long breath, and marched to the field – feeling, upon the whole, rather glad to go, from what our master had deceived us into a belief was freedom, back to the arms of slavery."
Douglass sounds even angrier at these obligatory orgies – he calls them "part and parcel of the gross fraud, wrong, and inhumanity of slavery" – than at other, more direct forms of cruelty.
"It was a form of bread and circus," says Opie. "Slaves were also given intoxicated drinks, so they would have little time to think of escaping. If you didn't take it, you were considered ungrateful. It was a form of social control."
When he was about 8 years old, Douglass was sent to Baltimore, which proved to be a turning point. The mistress of the house gave him the most precious gift in his life – she taught him the alphabet. But when her husband forbade her to continue – teaching slaves to read and write was a crime – she immediately stopped his lessons.
It was too late. The little boy had been given a peek into the transformative world of words and was desperate to learn. He did so by bartering pieces of bread – he had free access to it; in Baltimore, the urban codes of slavery were less harsh than in rural Maryland – for lessons in literacy. His teachers were white neighborhood kids, who could read and write but had no food. "This bread I used to bestow upon the hungry little urchins, who, in return, would give me that more valuable bread of knowledge," Douglass wrote in one of the most moving lines in Narrative.
"This also shows the ingenuity of enslaved people," says Opie, "and how they tricked and leveraged whatever little they had to get ahead."
Today, when one thinks of Frederick Douglass, the image that springs to mind is of a distinguished, gray-haired man in a double-breasted suit. It is difficult to imagine him as a half-starved boy garbed in nothing but a coarse, knee-length shirt, sleeping on the floor in a corn sack he had stolen. As he wrote in Narrative, "My feet have been so cracked with the frost, that the pen with which I am writing might be laid in the gashes."
