My parents owned a house on the Eastern Shore of Virginia for a few years. Once a year, we’d put the pups in the car and make the 14 hour drive from Chicago to a tiny town called Pungoteague.
The Pretty Side of the Eastern Shore ... on the dock with the pups.
The last couple of hours of the drive were pretty sad. The poverty in that area is worse than anything I’ve experienced in the city. Anyone that has traveled on rural highway US 13, knows the terrible smell of the Perdue and Tyson chicken factories. The flat landscape is covered with many long white buildings, like the ones you see in the movie Food Inc., each housing way more chickens than you would think possible. Mr. T went so far as to call it the most depressing drive on earth. This is when I first started to realize how different my perception of how food is produced was from the reality of the industrialization of our food system. And, all this has happened in a relatively short time. Our grandparents didn’t eat food produced this way.
I was so happy to see this short video with an update from one of the industrial farmers featured in Food, Inc.
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