The bowl that is my heart was broken and laughter fell out. - Beatrice Wood

wAl©MaRt pOlEmIc – September 1, 2009

 

 Any number of people are waiting to pounce with criticism of you no matter what you do or don’t say about either this or that or both.  That happens to be one of the prisms of reality that we must all deal with by some means or other.   We may, as individuals in a world of others including/excluding ourselves, be more or less bothered by this fact.  To some extent, we will inevitably be persuaded to shift our position this way or that way at one time or another according to those winds that may buffet us with this or that suboptimal result.  

We may limit ourselves for fear of losing our job, not getting a job, going to jail or losing our head.  We may, in less dire circumstances, hold our tongues for fear of causing offense, injury or revenge fantasies to arise in others within our social/socio-economic sphere, and this is undeniably the wisest course of action in many personal situations.  Nevertheless, it may also be the case that if we stifle what otherwise is best said aloud, for fear of whatever cringing denial and back-lashing may arise in the face of the naked facts, we cut out our tongues to spite the truth.

Some of us cannot bear even to speak certain truths aloud, alone, in front of a mirror.  Some of us are mired in it all, tired of it all, lost in a feedback loop of dread.  Where is this going?

You may be one of those people who wants a lot of plastic/polyethylene/polyester shit, and you want it cheap.  Maybe you don’t ‘want’ it.  Maybe you dream mahogany and jade dreams but all you’ve got coin for is plastic.  I know where you’re coming from.  I’ve been to the dollar store.  I’ve also been to China.

I bought a lot of stickers of Canadian flags and hearts and such and took them back to China.  One of the girls I gave the stickers to told me she wants to grow up and be the CEO of transnational corporations.  I’m not sure what to say to her about this aspiration.  What do you say to a child who says they want to join a gang, sell crack, and work their way to the top of the pyramid scheme?  

 "Wal Mart is China’s seventh largest export market. It bought $18 billion in goods from China in 2005 and $22 billion in 2006. More than 12 percent of China’s exports to the United States end up at Wal Mart stores and trade with retailers accounts for 1 percent of China’s GNP."

I guess my young friend has already got a pretty good idea about which side her bread will be buttered on, eh?

‘s own audit of 12,500 factories in 2004 found 9,900 violations of working conditions serious enough to suspend a factory or put it on notice – despite advance notice of factory inspections.

 is publicly charged with human right’s violations in at least 25 countries (China chief among them), worldwide.

is the largest private employer in the US.

 is a cancer – the full bore appetite of amerikan kapitalist kulture unleashed on the bloated bellies of consumers and desperate workers alike.

"David Kelley is a philosopher with The Atlas Society, formerly The Objectivist Institute.  He rebukes the anti-capitalist point of view and said it is incorrect to accuse Wal-Mart of earning high profit margins "at the expense of others."

"Workers are there voluntarily … They’re not serfs," he said. "Their alternatives might not be great, but there is nothing in the nature of life that guarantees you’re going to have a job that offers everything."

Kelley said customers have choices either to go buy a bar of soap at the local Wal-Mart or go to a mom and pop store and pay a few cents more. Most of the time, they choose Wal-Mart.

"Consumers are voting with their feet," he said. "If you complain about that, you’re complaining about freedom."

  

Mr. Kelley has a point which is difficult for me to concede given that he apparently is a – mouthpiece for the raving nonsense now famously known as ‘objectivism’/whipping boy for Ayn Rand’s ghostly ego, but that’s a polemic for another day.  

In this much he is correct: wAl©MaRt can’t sell what the people won’t buy, after all.  

Human society needs an enema, and that’s a mighty dangerous procedure if you’ve got your head stuck in your arse. 

3 Comments so far

  1. Miguel Reyes
    December 9th, 2009

    | 2:22 am

    Hey I just watched you guys’ video, and I am aware of Walmart’s way to keep low prices, I am currently living in Mexico and believe me, Walmart operates the same way all around the world.

  2. November 13th, 2010

    | 6:49 pm

    You commit an error. I can prove it. Write to me in PM, we will discuss.

  3. January 16th, 2011

    | 1:48 pm

    Hopefully, it’s never too late to pay some (however little, be it ever so thoughtful) attention to my little patch in the blogosphere – ahem – And –

    In the spirit of hopefully-not-too-lateness I’d like to say “Ola :) , Miguel, and thanks for stopping by!” Thanks for reading, and as an enthusiastic Canadian supporter of one of our finest publicly funded institutions – the National Film Board, may I also say how happy I am that you checked out the documentary they helped produce about a mutual enmity you and I share. I’m glad you left a comment and especially that you zeroed in on the very much globalized nature of the stain that is Walmart.

    Certainly, the maquiladora system provides a rich example of the kind of labour/consumer market bound by *certain pressures (* I won’t expand on here, but which I’m sure you and I are both too familiar with), rendering the workers at the base of that little pyramid scheme as lambs for beasts like Walmart to sharpen their teeth on.

    Greetings in solidarity, Miguel. :) There are so many angles of the corruption trying to drag us all down. Somehow or other light must find a way in and reveal them all.

    To the second responder who left no moniker but assures us he has proof of my “error” and requested I write for further exculpatory evidence of the fact: Well, hello there. :)

    I think I probably would write you – just for the hell of it. Your little note has such intriguing overtones of mysterious authority, promising something big with the lure of inside information and revelation … a salve of some kind, perhaps – the prospect of seeing and confronting the error of my ways. Who doesn’t want that?

    If I didn’t believe in such angel wings and the fruit of hopes we dare hope for, I wouldn’t so carefully collect fortune cookie fortunes, saving and savouring them as I do.

    Unfortunately, you didn’t leave a functional address, and by now … my interest has waned considerably. You couldn’t have been so sure of yourself after all, or you would have put a bit more effort into your mission to lift me out of my ignorant state.

    You might have popped back in to wave that juicy carrot in my face, or sent me a nice picture of yourself reading a newspaper at a cafe looking all proof-laden. You didn’t though.

    It is my loss, alas, and I do lament it. I’m sure you would agree: at this point it is best for me to move on, so I have. You take care, eh?

    Have fun, everybody!
    Good, clean fun :)

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