When “Market Forces” Can’t Feed the People

That’s the headline of this front-page story in today’s Globe and Mail, Canada’s largest national newspaper, concerning how the African nation of Malawi has rapidly transformed its food economy from famine to surplus, saving countless lives:

Back in the 1990s, the Malawi government gave the poorest farmers a package of fertilizer and seeds every year. The program was so popular that in 1999, they made it universal, for all farmers, and posted a large national surplus.

But starting in 2000, the donor nations on whom this country depends for nearly half its budget forced the government to scale back and then finally to scrap the policy, saying it "distorted the market" and would prevent a sustainable agricultural base.

The result? Smaller and smaller harvests and two years of famine.

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Starting in 2006, and on a larger scale this year, the government distributed coupons to low-income farmers to allow them to purchase 50-kilogram sacks of fertilizer for 950 kwacha($7) rather than the market price of 4,500 kwacha. As a result, the average farmer’s yield jumped to two tonnes a hectare from 800 kilograms.

Bottom line: food production is up 150%. But at what cost?

The fertilizer subsidy cost the government $62-million – 6.5 per cent of the total government budget, a "whack of cash" in the words of one top economist – but that pales in comparison to the $120-million the government spent importing food aid in the 2005 famine. And the sale of maize to Zimbabwe and other countries will inject an additional $120-million into the national economy…

In other words, the subsidies only cost half as much as previous measures, and generated enough income to pay for themselves. Twice over. In addition to ending the famine.

This is, of course, pure sacrilege to those who hold "free" markets as a hallowed force of religious power. (Odd to see it front-paged in a national newspaper. Of course, I’m not in the US at the moment. I’m in Canada, where well-funded public health, education, transport, and educational systems would have destroyed the economy by now, if some disembodied heads on CNBC were remotely tethered to earth.)

My point here is not to promote or decry any particular economic agenda — I have none, personally — but to yearn for the sort of open-minded pragmatism that allows, y’know, a newspaper to actually report something useful like this without being instantly denounced for a breach of ideology.

What worked in Malawi may or may not work anywhere else. But it worked in Malawi.

Ideology apparently helped cause a famine. Moving past ideology helped stop one.

Where the Dollar Isn’t Even Worth a Buck Anymore

Sample ImageCamping out in downtown Vancouver (aka the Hollywood North Annex) for a little while.

Beautiful city if you ever get the chance.  Lots to do, sea breezes off the water, friendly people, thriving immigrant communities from seemingly half the planet, killer food and coffee, good transport, and a government which for all its faults remains fairly unriddled with buffoons who confuse  violence with vision.

Getting pricey for Americans, though, thanks to the way running up debt tends to run down the dollar.  (Half a trillion thrown into war, then the TV news anchors are shocked when the greenback declines.  Yeesh.)

When I was in college, my buddy Phil and I used to take roadies up to Toronto, change our money, buy stuff, change our money back, and still have surprising amounts of our original cash.  Such a deal.

Not no more.  At this moment, C$1 = US$1.03.  And climbing (as it will likely continue to do).  So Canadians are now coming to the US for bargain sprees.

I can already imagine a bunch of Canadian college kids heading south for the weekend, laughing at our quaint monochrome currency without any ducks, queens, or Inuit carvings on it.

I wonder how much farther the Bushpeso will fall. 

Friday pudublogging: The Rottnest Little Creature in Oz

Meet Australia’s increasingly vulnerable quokka, courtesy my Trebekistan pal Dara (who in turn I think cribbed this guy from Cute Overload):

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I’ve seen quokkas in Aussie zoos several times, but their natural range (the southwest bit of Western Australia) and mine have yet to overlap in the wild.  Quokkas may look more like children’s plush toys than any other species.  They’re still found in abundance on Rottnest Island near Perth, which got its name (Dutch for "rat nest") from a 17th century explorer mistaking these fuzzy marsupials for large rats.

Of course, quokkas are much more closely related to the kangaroo.  Like everything else in Australia.  If Russell Crowe someday slugs a guy in a bar and then bounds away on two giant feet, don’t be too surprised.

Friday pudublogging: The Rottnest Little Creature in Oz

Meet Australia’s increasingly vulnerable quokka, courtesy my Trebekistan pal Dara (who in turn I think cribbed this guy from Cute Overload):

Sample Image

I’ve seen quokkas in Aussie zoos several times, but their natural range (the southwest bit of Western Australia) and mine have yet to overlap in the wild.  Quokkas may look more like children’s plush toys than any other species.  They’re still found in abundance on Rottnest Island near Perth, which got its name (Dutch for "rat nest") from a 17th century explorer mistaking these fuzzy marsupials for large rats.

Of course, quokkas are much more closely related to the kangaroo.  Like everything else in Australia.  If Russell Crowe someday slugs a guy in a bar and then bounds away on two giant feet, don’t be too surprised.

Friday pudublogging: The Rottnest Little Creature in Oz

Meet Australia’s increasingly vulnerable quokka, courtesy my Trebekistan pal Dara (who in turn I think cribbed this guy from Cute Overload):

Sample Image

I’ve seen quokkas in Aussie zoos several times, but their natural range (the southwest bit of Western Australia) and mine have yet to overlap in the wild.  Quokkas may look more like children’s plush toys than any other species.  They’re still found in abundance on Rottnest Island near Perth, which got its name (Dutch for "rat nest") from a 17th century explorer mistaking these fuzzy marsupials for large rats.

Of course, quokkas are much more closely related to the kangaroo.  Like everything else in Australia.  If Russell Crowe someday slugs a guy in a bar and then bounds away on two giant feet, don’t be too surprised.