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464 pages, Hardcover
First published October 27, 2022
This vineyard will belong to the bank [Finance capitalism]. Only the great owners can survive […]
Men who have created new fruits in the world cannot create a system whereby their fruits may be eaten [profit vs. social needs]. And the failure hangs over the State like a great sorrow.
The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price [profit or why bother?], and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. […] A million people hungry, needing the fruit—and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. [Such waste is still rampant in global capitalism; “efficiency” is for making profits.]
[…] There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificates—died of malnutrition—because the food must rot, must be forced to rot [millions die under global capitalism each year due to preventable hunger/thirst/diseases, the other side of all the waste].
The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quicklime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.