Returning to my home state of Indiana, I have been placed face to face with sprawling acreage of chemical laden crop fields. Driving from one end of the state to the other I notice the massive silos, tractors, combines and other large farm equipment that to my eye looks like some kind of war machinery-such intimidating size and stature. The pervasive smell is no longer the cow plop and thick green sweet stew I remember from years of living in the middle of nowhere but a sick acrid stinging- thick in the humid air from so many heavy rains this year. My asthma pushing against my throat, my mind reeling, realizing that all around me, undulating with gorgeous green uniformity is the homogenized landscape of GMO carpets and toxic runoff rivers. I experience the discomfort and my body tenses. I understand immediately that Monsanto has bought Indiana. Old Farm houses surrounded by emerald poison. All of the inhabitants here suffer the costs of the corporate agenda. I want to hold my breath. I stop breathing I see a bird fly by and take a deep breath. We are all in this together.
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