There once was a time when peo­ple didn’t need the gov­ern­ment to tell them what they could eat

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The FDA wants to stop Penn­syl­va­nia farm­ers from sell­ing un­pas­teur­ized milk. The buy­ers know what they are buy­ing, know the dif­fer­ence and want it. The fed­eral gov­ern­ment doesn’t work half as hard to stop the drugs the in­vad­ing il­le­gal aliens are al­lowed to bring across the Mex­i­can bor­der on their daily trips. Are the drugs less harm­ful? Has one thousandth of the peo­ple buy­ing the milk come down sick as the num­ber of peo­ple who took drugs that were brought in from Mex­ico?

In Novem­ber 1929 I was sent to the Ma­sonic Home in Rich­mond, Va. at the age of 8 be­cause my fa­ther had died. There were about 275 kids there at the time. When I left in June 1938 to live with my mother and step­fa­ther in Brook­lyn, New York there were about 175 kids at the home. Through the sev­enth grade we had Home School. Our teach­ers, ma- trons and en­tire staff lived there and ate with us in our din­ing room. We had our own farm and a cou­ple of our farm­ers had grown up there, had been sent to the col­lege of their choice and had re­turned with a de­gree in agri­cul­ture to work the farm. We kept about 25 cows there.

I learned the four R’s there, the fourth be­ing Re­spon­si­bil­ity. In my mid-teens I was as­signed to a cow to milk twice a day ev­ery day of the year. We did not pas­teur­ize our milk. Oc­ca­sion­ally, I poured some warm milk from my bucket into a lid from a five-gal­lon milk can and drank it. Only a calf would have had it rawer. All the years that we drank raw milk no one ever be­came sick from it. When we needed the ve­teri­nar­ian, he made a barn call just as our doc­tor would make a house call. J. Thomas McCrary Cot­tageville, South Carolina

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