Why Your Fruit Looks So Good

El artículo de la Revista Mother Jones referente al por qué las frutas que consumen los nortamericanos se ven tan apetecibles denuncia un hecho nada nuevo en algunas agroindustrias. En este caso, algunas establecidas en el Estado de Sinaloa – la meca del narcotráfico- de Mexico y que emplean campesinos exilados del los Estados del sur: Oaxaca y Chiapas que abandonaron sus parcelas producto de políticas improvisadas en los inicios del Tratado de Libre Comercio entre ambos países.
Si bien, la fruta para el consumidor se halla libre de maltrato y contaminación, gracias a las prácticas de aseo y manipulación ejemplar, dentro de galpones de ambientes controlados, las condiciones laborales dejan bastante que desear. Jornales que oscilan entre los US$8 y los US$12 diarios, el equivalente al jornal de nuestro campo; campamentos nada higiénicos cercados para impedir fugas, retención de pagos hasta tanto termine la cosecha y la imposibilidad de derivar algún ahorro.

El articulo cita bibliografía reciente que denuncia estas situaciones que se dan, incluso en los mismos EEUU. Finalmente, prepara el terreno para un documental que pronto publicará el Times de los Angeles. Queda claro que no hay capitalismo ni socialismo que valga para impedir la explotación de los más vulnerables. Y en particular tratándose de productos que forman parte del 36% de las importaciones alimenticias de los EEUU de las cuales una tercera parte proviene de Mexico.
A continuación les dejamos el texto del artículo original, que pueden ver desde su sitio web, aquí.
By | Wed Dec. 10, 2014
Back in 2010, I visited a labor camp that houses some of the migrant workers who grow America’s fruit and vegetables. I found people living densely in shantylike structures made of scrap metal and cinder block, surrounded by vast fields and long rows of greenhouses. Strangers in a strange land who didn’t speak the language, hundreds of miles from home, they lived at the mercy of labor contractors who, they claimed, made false promises and paid rock-bottom wages. Like all Big Ag-dominated areas, the place had a feeling of desolation: all monocropped fields, mostly devoid of people, and lots of billboards hawking the products of agrichemical giants Monsanto and Syngenta.

You might think I had made my way to Florida’s infamous tomato fields, or somewhere in the depths of the California’s migrant-dependent Central Valley. Those places remain obscure to most Americans, but the gross human exploitation they represent has at least been documented in a spate of excellent recent books, like Barry Estabrook’s Tomatoland, Tracy McMillan’s The American Way of Eating, and Seth Holmes Fresh Fruit, Broken Bodies. But I was somewhere yet more remote and less well-known: Sinaloa, a largely rural state in Mexico’s northwestern hinterland.

If most Americans have heard of Sinaloa at all, it’s because of the state’s well-earned reputation as a center of Mexico’s bloody drug trade. But in addition to the eponymous drug cartel, Sinaloa also houses vast-scale, export-oriented agriculture: farms that churn out the tomatoes, melons, peppers, and other fresh produce that help fill US supermarket shelves. And the people who do the planting, tending, and harvesting tend to be from the indigenous regions of Mexico’s southern states, Oaxaca and Chiapas, where smallholder farming has been ground down by decades of free-trade policies pursued by the Mexican government, which left millions in search of gainful work to the north.

In my brief time there, I found Sinaloa overwhelming: a scary cauldron of labor exploitation, industrial agriculture, and drug violence. Now, Los Angeles Times reporter Richard Marosi and photographer Don Bartletti have documented the grim conditions faced by workers on Mexico’s export-focused megafarms in a long-form investigation, after 18 months of reporting in nine Mexican states, including, most prominently, Sinaloa. The Times plans to publish it in four parts; the first, here, is stunning.

Marosi found that Mexico’s megafarms adhere to the strictest standards when it comes to food safety and cleanliness, driven by the demands of big US buyers. «In immaculate greenhouses, laborers are ordered to use hand sanitizers and schooled in how to pamper the produce,» Marosi writes. «They’re required to keep their fingernails carefully trimmed so the fruit will arrive unblemished in US supermarkets.»

While the produce is coddled, the workers face a different reality. Pay languishes at the equivalent of $8 to $12 a day. Marosi summarizes conditions that often approach slavery:

  • Many farm laborers are essentially trapped for months at a time in rat-infested camps, often without beds and sometimes without functioning toilets or a reliable water supply.
  • Some camp bosses illegally withhold wages to prevent workers from leaving during peak harvest periods.
  • Laborers often go deep in debt paying inflated prices for necessities at company stores. Some are reduced to scavenging for food when their credit is cut off. It’s common for laborers to head home penniless at the end of a harvest.
  • Those who seek to escape their debts and miserable living conditions have to contend with guards, barbed-wire fences, and sometimes threats of violence from camp supervisors.
  • Major US companies have done little to enforce social responsibility guidelines that call for basic worker protections such as clean housing and fair pay practices.
The piece includes excellent photography and is chockfull of stories straight from the mouths of farmworkers. And it shines a bright light on a hugely important source of our food. The US now imports nearly a third of the fruit and vegetables we consume, and Mexico accounts for 36 percent of that foreign-grown cornucopia, far more than any other country. And we’re only growing more reliant on our southern neighbor—imports of Mexico-grown fresh produce have increased by an average of 11 percent per year between 2001 and 2011, the USDA reports, and now amount to around $8 billion. The Times investigations demonstrates, with an accumulation of detail that can’t be denied or ignored, that our easy bounty bobs on a sea of misery and exploitation.

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