The bull we do to make money

March 24, 2017

Jamaica must be the most exciting yet dangerous place in the Caribbean. I guess that is what makes our little island so special. We used to produce the best music, we have the best food and culture, and now we have the most difficult people in the world to govern.

Earlier this week, in the interest of the people, the Government urged Jamaicans not to buy corned beef. As it turns out, one of the main suppliers to Jamaica has been under investigation in Brazil for selling rotting meat. About 30 people have been arrested so far as the investigations continue.

In response, the Government took to the airwaves revealing as much information as possible, and warning Jamaicans that we should ease off on the corned beef until the relevant authorities gets to the bottom of this situation. They say 99.5 per cent of all corned beef in Jamaica comes from Brazil, which means that the likelihood that vendors could be selling tainted product is extremely high. When I heard the news, I opened my cupboard and looked at the four tins of corned beef I have and thought to myself that it was going to be hard to throw them out - for more than one reason - so I will wait on further information.

As it turns out, the supplier to GraceKennedy is not under investigation. I breathed a sigh of relief, even though I am not sure when I will be opening any tin of corned beef in the near future.




However, not all distributors have the same luck, and yet there are vendors who are refusing to halt sales. They are basically saying that they need the money. They made the spend and now they need to recoup their investment.

My question to them is, where is your conscience? I get the whole economic side of the issue. But that they are willing to sell some poor, unwitting soul a product that could potential cause them harm or, worse, kill them, makes me wonder just how much money has become our God.

One vendor told The Gleaner: "Me know you nah go eat it, enuh, but me still a sell you, enuh, because a money me a defend anyway."

How does the vendor know that the person who buys it is not going to eat it? More important, knowing that someone could die from a product they sold, how does that vendor sleep at night? We live in difficult times, I know, but there has to come a point when people's lives start to matter once more. If not, then we really have no future.

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