by Sean Croxton
I want my GMO check.
I’m ready to get paid.
Every so often I cop a squat at Whole Foods and flip through a weekly publication called the San Diego Reader. The Reader is the go-to magazine for finding fun stuff to do in SD, and best of all it’s FREE.
In order to make such a widely circulating publication available at no charge, advertiser funding is a must. Crack open this week’s Reader and you’ll surely find the first twenty pages or so crammed with ads for gastric bypass surgeries, anti-aging potions, and a plethora of hair loss cures.
The ads that stand out to me the most are the ones seeking participants for prescription drug trials. You know, the ones that shout out in big letters…
ARE YOU SUFFERING FROM SOCIAL ANXIETY?
GOT THE BLUES?
IS YOUR MEMORY NOT WHAT IT USED TO BE?
If so, you’re asked to dial 1-800-GUINEA-PIG to learn how you can take part in a study testing the efficacy of a new breakthrough drug. In fact, they’ll even pay for your participation. Easy money. It’s the best of both worlds — a company pays you cash to help solve your health challenge with the latest in pharmaceutical technology. In today’s economy, for many people, this is a no-brainer.
Then again, subjecting oneself to a relatively untested drug may come at a cost. To be one of the first to consume a brand new combination of chemicals never before encountered by any human body in the history of Earth is quite the precarious situation to be in. You would not believe the stories I have read about these trials — the unforeseen side effects, the sky-high drop-out rates, the deaths.
Yes, people die.
Subjects are paid in exchange for the data they provide as well as the risks they take. All are informed of the drug’s potential benefits and its side effects, otherwise known as informed consent. There are no guarantees. That’s why these studies are called trials. Who know’s what’s going to happen.
As insane as these trials may seem, I must remind myself that this is America, a country where we are free to choose what we wish to do with our bodies; a place where we can legally end pregnancies (whether you agree with it or not); where you can cover every inch of yourself in piercings and tattoo ink; and where you can willingly sign up to be a pharma company’s guinea pig for a payday.
America is also a place where we are free to choose the foods we wish to put into our own bodies…
Or maybe not.
In a country so perched on the bedrock of choice, it is ironic that a freedom so basic as choosing the foods with which we wish to nourish ourselves has fallen by the wayside.
No, our government does not make us eat anything, rather it has enrolled each and every one of us into its own nationwide food experiment. This uncontrolled trial is known as the genetic modification (GMO) of our food supply. We are guinea pigs consuming foods unfit for guinea pigs.
No ad was posted in the Reader.
No phone number to dial.
No informed consent.
And of course, no payday.
I want my GMO check. Like today.
I want my GMO check for the many years I was clueless about the dangers of GM foods, all because the FDA — and the companies responsible for genetic modification — thought it would better if I did not know.
I want my GMO check for the FDA’s failure to follow its own scientific staff’s conclusion that these foods are not to be presumed safe and may in fact be dangerous. Instead, this evidence was hidden.
I want my GMO check for the possibility that the genetically-modified Bt corn — you know, the one that makes its own pesticide — is breaking open the cells that line my gastrointestinal tract, leading to leaky gut syndrome, food sensitivities, autoimmunity, cancer, and more.
I want my GMO check for the possibility that the Roundup Ready soy I used to frequently consume may be transferring its DNA to my gut bacteria, as reported by a human feeding study. Not good.
I want my GMO check to cover what I paid in taxes to cover what I have contributed to the cleaning up of our waterways polluted by the ever-rising use of chemicals on GM fields.
I want my GMO check because I was intentionally not allowed to choose between GMO and non-GMO foods due to industry’s influence over government. As of now, no labeling is required.
I want my GMO check because I am not a guinea pig. I am an American. Must I remind my own government of the precepts upon which it was founded.
As a participant in this stealth feeding trial, I — and the other 300 million unwitting subjects — request payment for the data I provided, the risks I took, and the side effects I experienced.
And next time let me choose.
Author, The Dark Side of Fat Loss