One snippet of my radicalization came from a partner of mine who worked at Peet’s Coffee years ago. He told me that every night when the pastries were thrown away, the manager instructed the workers to pour bleach all over them so houseless folks couldn’t eat them. At the time I couldn’t believe it
I hope the employees just said “yes, okay” and then didn’t do it. they’re not going to check
I hope so too, I know my partner wouldn’t have and quit shortly after. So sickening.
We need to start normalizing food banks. I haven’t gone yet, but I volunteered at one in my town and it was the coolest, they had a ton of organic food and people could pick and choose what they wanted instead of just having a sack of potatoes and beets thrown at them. I feel like if people were able to utilize food banks there would be more incentive/ability to buy local, too
I have no idea but I really do want to understand where it comes from. That should be my next neuro/psych rabbit hole
