If you've eaten today, thank a farmer
15 November 2012
If your belly is full and you’ve
eaten today, thank a farmer. It might
sound trite, but it’s ever so true. I
saw this little “post-it” on Facebook today and it really made me think. Why?
Because quite simply it is so true.
I would however like to take it one step further and add this – if you
haven’t eaten yet, but know that you will, thank a farmer too. But not only that – if you’ve had something
to drink today, other than water – best you thank a farmer for that as well.
Because the bottom line is just
that. Every single thing that we eat and
drink, in some or other way, relates back to a farmer. Fair enough, not only him. Because a farmer without his workers is
nothing at all. It is a joint team
effort. Heck, we even have lollipops
thanks to farmers, because without corn syrup, which is made out of…..right
corn, we wouldn’t have those either.
Beer needs hops, which comes from farmers. Wine needs grapes which come from farmers
too. Every single thing.
At present our beautiful country
is struggling a bit. There is anger and
hatred, which in turn breeds contempt. There
is lack of understanding and two sides that just won’t budge. This never makes for a good combo.
Exploitation of workers is despicable
at best. Barbaric at worse. People living below the poverty line is just
not good enough. But is it all as simple
as that? There are always two sides to a story. True, I am not a farm labourer
or a farmer, hence my knowledge is quite limited. But is it not true that many workers live on
the farms on which they work? Thereby getting
free accommodation? Do some of them not
get weekly food parcels, seeing to at least some of their grocery needs? Many are cared for with medical schemes,
included in their wages. Then there’s
the UIF too. Numerous farms have schools
on their grounds, seeing to the educational needs of the children on the
farm. These schools are normally funded
by the farmers themselves – they are the ones employing and paying the wages of
the teachers too. There are also farms
with small churches and chapels, even little graveyards too. These benefits, though not mentioned in
daily, weekly and monthly wages, all amount to a monetary cost to the farmer
none the less. Because they certainly cost the
farmer money to provide these services. Workers
may not get this physical cash in the hand, yet it makes their lives easier and
is part of their employment package. Farms
that export their goods overseas, are held to a very high standard. They are not approved for export, if they do
not comply with minimum wage standards. So
how does this all work? How come so many
farms slip through the cracks? I spoke
to a guy just today. He has a friend who
is a farmer and he says that it is true.
His daily cash wages to his workers do not amount to much more than R70
per day. Yet, he has calculated that the
total cost of each labourer including the above mentioned benefits amounts to
R250 per day. He has a school on his
farm and employs three teachers. His workers
have homes with electricity and access to running water. They have medical care, UIF and belong to
unions too.
Sadly there is still rife abuse
of labourers. Some are abused and
used. By uncaring and callous
individuals. People who only care for
themselves and their own bottom line. But
I would like to think that they are the exception to the norm. Our government surely has checks and balances
or is this not so? I would hope that
they do indeed check and do visits to farms, scrutinizing their books and
keeping an eye that all is fair and just.
However, if labourers are being exploited, and their plight is not
heard, what other recourse have they got, than mass demonstration?
Unions are all powerful and this
can also be problematic. Presently they
are waging an all-out war. Protests are
orchestrated and planned. The leaders
have clearly sat down and worked out a plan.
Systematically unrest is sweeping through the Western Cape. Going from town to town and region to
region. It started off in De Doorns and
from there it spread. On Wednesday it
was Tulbach, Wolseley and Ceres that suffered.
Today it was Wellington and surrounds.
I wonder which town will be targeted tomorrow?
Don’t get me wrong. I am very sympathetic to the workers. Because if they’re not being treated fairly,
the abuse amounts to bullying. And bullying
of a vicious kind. How can one be so
callous and mistreat those who work so hard for you? For without them you would be nothing too. Then it is no wonder that tempers flare,
anger rises and hatred breeds.
However, the sad by products of
these protest movements are many. Workers
lose their jobs. Productivity is badly
affected. Inevitably food prices will
rise. And the very people who are
battling the most financially, will be battling even more. Looting I abhor. Why damage and destroy? Why light fires and break things? Yet, physical damage to earthly things is one
thing. The cost in human life is
entirely different. There have been
injuries and death. How terrible and awful!
In a perfect world a solution is
found quickly. Both parties come
together and find a peaceful and amicable solution. One that is mutually beneficial. Everyone will have to compromise. And rightly so. The bigger picture should be seen. Both sides should bend a bit towards the
other and concede a bit as well. Because
if only one side “wins”, in the end no one actually wins either.
My mom was a teacher for years
and years and years. And throughout her
entire teaching career, she taught at (for lack of a better and more descriptive
word) ‘coloured’ schools. She felt that
there was a need in these communities. When
we lived in the platteland she taught at a few farm schools too. We grew up, not really differentiating
between ‘white’ and ‘coloured’ people. They
were just people to us. My mom’s
colleagues and visitors in our home and her pupils as well. And during the early years of her teaching career,
our country was burning too. There was
unrest and boycotting, as well as lots and lots of stone throwing. People were fighting for a free and
democratic South Africa. A better South Africa.
One of my mom’s colleagues, many
years later, regaled all with stories of her “marching for freedom” years. She said she was young and not very clued
up. When there was a call for “the
people to march and protest” she was there – boots and all. It was all very exciting and the air of
potential danger and a feeling of justification probably added to the
allure. She wasn’t always sure why they
were marching, boycotting, dancing and singing freedom songs. But none the less, she was there. She remembers gathering en masse, with many
other young people. Fists raised up
high, chanting and jeering with one loud voice “Big Corn Bites! Big Corn Bites! Big Corn Bites!”. Over and over and over again. Always the same freedom shout. Always the “Big Corn Bites”.
It was only many years later that
she discovered that the actual chant was “Biko fights”. Yip, that would be Steve Biko. Freedom fighter for equal rights. Seen by many as the true father of our
nation and democratic land. I think there is
perhaps a moral lesson in this. I wonder
if there are not perhaps many lurkers amongst our current strikers too. People who don’t really understand the
cause. Not really labourers with a
vested interest in fighting the good fight.
Merely extra’s in a play – filling up spaces and making the stage look
full.
Either which way, I hope that the
end is in sight. That there is no more
violence. That a solution can be
found. No one is ever going to be 100%
happy. Perhaps being moderately happy is
the best we can hope for.
Because from my point of view,
moderately happy is way better than what we’ve got now.
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