This whole melamine in the milk scandal in China makes me think of The Jungle, by Upton Sinclair. What a haunting work! There is a moment in the book when the main character is contemplating the state of the company “town” (it was actually a section of Chicago) in which they lived. The stores in their neighborhood were owned by the company as well, and he was trying to reconcile himself with purchasing the milk that had a “blueish tinge” to it for his new baby boy. He knew that they were adding something to the milk to cut their costs, but he couldn’t complain without fear of losing the job he desperately needed, and they didn’t pay him enough to buy it anywhere else.
Is this book the modern day reality of life in China? Is there no accountability? Or is the situation so bad for the milk farmers too that they feel in order to survive they simply have to make the milk go farther and are compelled to disregard the risk? I just can’t believe that it would be the farmers, and not the distribution companies that would be able to dilute the milk on such a large scale. Corporate greed sucks. That’s the end all truth of modern society.
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