The revolution will not be pasteurized

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The Revolution will not be Pasteurized:

Inside the Raw-Milk Underground

http://www.harpers.org/archive/2008/04/0081992

excerpt:

The agents arrived before dawn. They concealed the squad car and

police van behind trees, and there, on the road that runs past

Schmidt's farm in Durham, Ontario, they waited for the dairyman to

make his move. A team from the Ministry of Natural Resources had been

watching Schmidt for months, shadowing him on his weekly runs to

Toronto. Two officers had even infiltrated the farmer's inner circle,

obtaining for themselves samples of his product. Lab tests confirmed

their suspicions. It was raw milk. The unpasteurized stuff. Now the

time had come to take him down.

Schmidt had risen that morning at 4 a.m. He milked his cows and ate

breakfast. He loaded up a delivery, then fired up the bus. But as he

reached the end of the driveway, two cars moved in to block his path.

A police officer stepped into the road and raised his hand. Another

ran to the bus and banged on the door. Others were close behind.

Eventually twenty-four officers from five different agencies would

search the farm. Many of them carried guns.

" The farm basically flooded, from everywhere came these people, "

Schmidt later told me in his lilting German accent. " It looked like

the Russian army coming, all these men with earflap hats. "

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I will say that unless one is in some kind of daily, personal dynamic,

be it marriage or monasticism, one will never truly see themselves.

Like it or not in either of these situations there is inescapable

feedback on one's character and choices...There is a built in reality

gauge in living in an intimate vowed relationship that cannot be

simulated otherwise.

-Anonymous

[Guest guest]

Hey, thanks for posting that!

>

> The Revolution will not be Pasteurized:

> Inside the Raw-Milk Underground

>

> http://www.harpers.org/archive/2008/04/0081992

>

> excerpt:

>

> The agents arrived before dawn. They concealed the squad car and

> police van behind trees, and there, on the road that runs past

> Schmidt's farm in Durham, Ontario, they waited for the dairyman to

> make his move. A team from the Ministry of Natural Resources had

been

> watching Schmidt for months, shadowing him on his weekly runs to

> Toronto. Two officers had even infiltrated the farmer's inner

circle,

> obtaining for themselves samples of his product. Lab tests confirmed

> their suspicions. It was raw milk. The unpasteurized stuff. Now the

> time had come to take him down.

>

> Schmidt had risen that morning at 4 a.m. He milked his cows and ate

> breakfast. He loaded up a delivery, then fired up the bus. But as he

> reached the end of the driveway, two cars moved in to block his

path.

> A police officer stepped into the road and raised his hand. Another

> ran to the bus and banged on the door. Others were close behind.

> Eventually twenty-four officers from five different agencies would

> search the farm. Many of them carried guns.

>

> " The farm basically flooded, from everywhere came these people, "

> Schmidt later told me in his lilting German accent. " It looked like

> the Russian army coming, all these men with earflap hats. "

>

>

>

> --

> I will say that unless one is in some kind of daily, personal

dynamic,

> be it marriage or monasticism, one will never truly see themselves.

> Like it or not in either of these situations there is inescapable

> feedback on one's character and choices...There is a built in

reality

> gauge in living in an intimate vowed relationship that cannot be

> simulated otherwise.

>

> -Anonymous

>