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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">I have been told nearly all of my life that I shouldn't talk politics. It's ugly business, this political talk. It's impolite, distasteful, argumentative, divisive. Politics makes people uncomfortable. Especially here in the Upper Midwest. But I have never been one for following other people's rules. And I find it more than a little disconcerting that we would leave political discourse to those we find most distasteful—the politicians. After all, they represent us. So why should we, the citizens, shirk our individual and collective responsibilities and not stand up for ourselves, our families, our friends and neighbors?
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">Politics, as I was told by my civics teacher (Mr. Jeff Fisher) 25 years ago, is merely the art of getting stuff done. And like anything in life, we get out of it whatever we put in. Look around you. At home. At your job. In your community. Our doing bears results.
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">Politics isn't just reserved for elections. It certainly doesn't only occur on a Tuesday in November every four years. Or on a “shit-show” of a Tuesday in April. In fact, I would argue that less gets done on those select election days than nearly any other. When it comes to party politics, global trade deals, and never-ending wars, we have almost no say at all. We hold our nose and dutifully vote, because we are supposed to.
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">Conversely, and with little attention or fanfare, we vote in other ways, repeatedly, throughout the year. This voting that we do on a daily basis is far more consequential, and far more satisfying, if we stop to think about it.
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">Every day we make the decision to eat. What to eat. When to eat. How to eat. And whether to eat alone or with other people.
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">When we make these decisions, we are exercising our rights—as individuals, as citizens who reside in interconnected communities.
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">Every time we take a bite, we are changing how a place looks and feels; we are deciding who gets paid; we are selecting which businesses succeed and which ones fail.
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">Politically speaking, that's a lot of power. Maybe then it matters to you, when you learn that, of every retail dollar spent on food today, the farmer gets, on average, 14.6 cents. Back in the 1980s, the farmer got 37 cents on the dollar. Within my lifetime, the average farmer's income has been cut by more than 60 percent, while costs (and debt) have increased almost as dramatically. Here in Wisconsin, we’ve lost more than #000000;">2,000 dairy herds in the last three years. Our state leads the nation in farm bankruptcies.
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">I don't like these numbers. You don't either. And not being able to talk about them, for fear of being considered political, pisses me off even more.
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">But rather than throwing up my hands, because I am powerless on a global stage or in a voting booth, I choose to act locally. I choose to hunt, fish, gather, and grow my own. Because I like to. Because local food tastes better. I also choose to buy from local family farmers, because family farmers are my neighbors and my friends — fellow citizens who work like hell every day, all day long, to care for animals, build soil, protect water, restore habitat, increase flavor, preserve genetic diversity, improve nutrition, and teach others about a dying way of life.
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">When we purchase food from people we know, when we grow it and cook it ourselves—we are voting with our dollars to keep that money here — in our community. That's the “Triple Bottom Line”: profit for the Land, profit for the People, profit for the Community.
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">In a Triple Bottom Line economy, the shareholders are us. Those of us who live and eat well within familiar places, surrounded not by strangers, but by neighbors who take care of the earth and one another.
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">So go ahead. Be political. Eat local food.
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">Nik Novak is a writer, a teacher, a stonemason, a farmhand, a storekeeper, and—most infamously—the Meat Guy at Just Local Food Co-op. He is a member of Wisconsin Farmers Union and lives in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. Find more Rural Voices at #000080;">#000080;" class="western">www.wisconsinfarmersunion.com/blog.
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#000000; background: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;" class="western">For further reading, see Tim Wu's book The Curse of Bigness: Antitrust in the New Guilded Age and Austin Frerick's article “To Revive Rural America, We Must Fix Our Broken Food System”: #000080;">#000080;" class="western">https://www.theamericanconservative.com/articles/to-revive-rural-america....
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