The racist immigrants carry disease rhetoric is nothing new. 

Perhaps we need a U.S. history lesson:

Under President Franklin D. Roosevelt, the U.S. forged a program, through a series of agreements with Mexico’s PRI-dominated government, called the Bracero program. This program was used to fill in the gaps in manual labor the U.S. had after the war.

It sounds like a liberal dream: immigrants being given an opportunity to work in the “land of opportunity,” yet it was hardly that. The laborers were forced into horrible working conditions. Many died from exhaustion (often from working in the sun too long) from working in the fields picking food for the U.S. Many also suffered from disease.

The U.S. decided what was best for the issue of disease: a widespread use of a highly toxic livestock pesticide that braceros were often doused in as part of processing into the U.S.

Antes de abandonar Plate, lo ha regalado todo, la mosquitera y los utensilios de cocina. Sólo ha conservado el arpón y la bolsa de vacoa. Ha quemado sus libretas escolares y las páginas de la Illustrated London News que hablaban de Londres y de París. Cuando he comprendido eso, que se había quedado sin nada, me ha recorrido un escalofrío, el escalofrío que produce la proximidad a la verdad.
J.M.G. Le Clézio - La cuarentena
—Tu Rimbaud es un malvado, pero escribió versos preciosos. Tal vez haya que ser malvado para escribir versos preciosos.
—O quizá sea al revés: se volvió malvado porque escribió cosas bonitas.
J.M.G. Le Clézio - La cuarentena.


Chicken, eggs, tomatoes and pinapple, I never would have thought that this blog would feature rotten food. But even there you can find (some) beauty (especially because the Internet does not transmit the smell).

Over a period of nine months, fine art photographer Klaus Pichler turned the bathroom of his studio apartment into a curated collection of plastic containers, each containing food items available to the average citizen of industrialized Europe.

Full history at National Geographic: Visualizing Waste: Klaus Pichler’s Gorgeous, Rotting Food.