| NEW INTERNATIONALIST 317 | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Bananas |
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| FROM THIS MONTH'S EDITOR | |||||||||||||||||||||||
At 11.11 in the morning of 11 August, as thousands of pocket cameras flashed at a total eclipse of the Sun lost somewhere behind the clouds over Cornwall, England, most of us at the NI office were peering into a bucket at the reflection of a radiant banana in the skies above Oxford. Or so it seemed to me when I looked - through the rather fetching pair of shades you see in the picture - at the one per cent of the Sun that wasn't eclipsed but cast a chill, eerie light over a world without birdsong, like the deadly silence that hangs over the poisoned banana plantations of Guatemala. Had I not been working on this magazine at the time I don't suppose I'd have seen any connection between the awesome celestial spectacle and a mischievous tropical fruit. Bananas, like a total eclipse, induce a special brand of lunacy - Woody Allen zipped up in a banana, the city of Liverpool erecting a half-banana-half-sheep sculpture, the European Union legislating on the degree of permissible bend, or me setting out in search of the terrible truth behind this food of jokes. When anyone asked me what I was doing I had,
quite naturally, to say: 'Bananas.' This unlocked a torrent of anecdotes,
like the one about the number 49 'banana bus' in London that always came
in bunches. I did not know, for example, that over-anxious parents of
infants are apt to mistake the undigested remains of bananas for worms.
The coincidence of one battle in this war with the bombing of Serbia spawned lampoons in the press depicting 'cruise' or 'ballistic' bananas launched between allies in NATO. I chuckled, although at the time the walls of my home shook every evening at dusk as bombers took off for Serbia from the nearby Fairford airbase. In some ways the Banana War is more insidious than 'real' war. No-one knows, for instance, what the long-term effects on the human body of pesticides like organo-phosphates will be. I brought back from Guatemala a strip of plastic impregnated with pesticide and I've been trying to find out precisely what it is, as I promised the plantation workers I would (see dead zone). I've done the rounds of agricultural colleges, public-interest institutions, government departments and private laboratories, without so far finding anyone either willing or able to do the analysis. I've been spun yarns about beehives, vacations, Scottish crofters, how to dissect frozen bananas with matchsticks, the state of tea plantations in Sri Lanka; but I'm left to conclude that commercial interests are at work suppressing the hard evidence. If anyone reading this can help, please contact me urgently and we'll publish the result in a future issue of the magazine. |
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Banana split Into the dead zone And another thing. Caught in the crossfire Fruit of the future The Battle of the
Banana One short of a bunch |
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David Ransom
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Search
the Internet for bananas and you come up with the Bananarchist website
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