(9 am. – promoted by DDadmin)
The seeds of development strategy is for a country like the Democratic Republic of Congo, trapped between a massive, oppressive debt burden left it by a preceding less than legitimate regime which grabbed power with both hands but left responsibility on the table for someone else to pick up, with collapsing infrastructure, and a far less than progressive head of state working with an even weaker governing majority in the legislature.
So, nothing like the US situation, after all, but still …
… build from the bottom up. Create local producer cooperatives, to ensure fair markets in the central market town for a set of villages. Give jobs to a cadre of mostly younger people looking to establish themselves to serve continuing education, primary health care, local credit union, local cooperative work on maintaining paths for transport to the central market town and transport beyond. Trial fields to prove out crops fitted to local conditions and then make seeds and cuttings available to local farmers.
Minimize hard currency purchased inputs, maximize leverage of local resources, to keep the official value of the activity low, to stay off the radar scope of the locusts known as International Aid Agencies.
Cooperatives will fail. Some of the young cadre will be incompetent. Some of the field trials will be failures.
BUT, as opposed to the United States Agency for Locust Deployment, the low external resource cost and high leverage of abundant local labor means that instead of having to put all the resources into one trial, there are thousands of trials spread around.
As one of the West’s most famous Laoists described the strategy:
Behold, there went out a sower to sow: And it came to pass, as he sowed, some fell by the way side, and the birds of the air came and devoured it up. And some fell on stony ground, where it had not much earth; and immediately it sprang up, because it had no depth of earth: But when the sun was up, it was scorched; and because it had no root, it withered away. And some fell among thorns, the thorns grew up, and choked it, and it yielded no fruit. And other fell on good ground, did yield fruit that sprang up and increased; and brought forth, some thirty, and some sixty, some a hundred. He said unto them, He that has ears to hear, let him hear.
Now, imagine that, as all to many progressive and populist minded folks did in 2008, we sowed all of our seed in the field that the chief of the bird tribe told us would be the most fertile, and it all fell by the wayside, and the birds ate it all up.
Boy would we be feeling hungry about now.
And probably a bit emo too …
| Bad Apple
Cristina Vee w/electronics, vocalist
Can I Take Another Step?
I’ve forgotten if I can.
All the People that I see
I can never Understand
If I find a way to change
If I step into the light
Then it will never be the same
And it all will fade to white …