Essay On The Hunger Food System

Decades later, and even in a new age of American “freedom” and “opportunities,” not much has really changed. In the American food industry, the presence of an oppressive class system is very rampant; hidden from view, but influential as ever. Because the way the food reaches our plates straight from the stores makes it seem like a simple method of growing and transporting, the complex system, or system of systems, is very much hidden behind a wall of what it seems to be. Citizens fail to realize that in this food supply chain, everyone plays a vital role, whether directly or passively contributing to the system. In 1880, roughly “80% of Americans worked in agriculture toiling to feed themselves and others,” which is now reduced to 2% of Americans
This is clearly seen in the way class systems in The Hunger Games work: the miners, the hunters, the gatherers, the fishers, and the very providers of Panem are deprived of a sustainable way of life. It is a paradox; the convenience and indulgence catered by the consumer culture inside the Capitol comes at a price, which can be defined as a helplessness to “sustain itself and its way of life, draining,” instead, “the human life and labor” of those in the Districts. As such, the way the concept of materialism comes into play is through a stark contrast between the desperate need for basic necessities in the Districts and an excessive luster of luxuries that only “assuages terror by the splendour of the scene” and is merely “a feast for the eyes and senses” to those in the grandiose and flamboyant Capitol (Parks
There are a variety of push and pull factors that bring these migrant farmworkers into the fields. Those fields are, to them, overflowing with freedom and gleaming opportunities, welcoming them and their hungry families. To farm owners and large corporations, they are nothing but disposable units of cheap labor who are easily exploited out of their desperation and a lack of say amidst their situation. Millions of Mexican men, women and even children, for example, choose the life-or-death decision of crossing the border every year, risking everything they have and throwing themselves into the unknown: what they do not foresee will be the biggest Hunger Games of their lives. They leave their families behind, trekking across the deserts of Arizona for days at a time without food or water, or swimming through the Rio Grande with the treacherous risk of getting caught by U.S. officials and, more common than most may think, the odds of meeting death along the way (Bauer 2010). These unfortunate fallen remain anonymous as they are reduced to bones in the desert, and their fate