Milk and Soup
If humans asked the question, “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” What culture on our planet is the “fairest”; the least impacted and tainted by modern civilization?
The Aboriginal Australians, for many people, would come to mind. Or maybe tribes deep in Africa, such as the nomadic pygmy tribe of the Akka people. Maybe the painted war-faces of the Guaicuruan Chaco tribesmen of South America.
But if you want to find a culture that lives the same way and believes in the same things it did 4,000 years ago, take a summer vacation up to Qaanaaq, Greenland on the Baffin Bay — about 850 miles south of the North Pole.
I suppose everything is south of the North Pole. But definitely bring your winter coat. Now that I think about it, leave it at home. Unless you plan on freezing your ass off, you’re better off buying the real deal; sealskin parka and boots from the Inuit people.
Like many aboriginal cultures, the Inuit people love their sanctuary where others dare to live. They truly live off their land, and eat as their neighboring polar bears do; surviving on the blubber and meat of narwhal whales, ringed seals and walruses.
Eating and hunting are part of who they are. Because in their animism spiritual beliefs, the whale, the snow, and they are all of the same fabric. When they eat a seal – they are transferring life from that seal to their own bodies and spirits.
A Canadian hospital did a study, gathering the breast milk of Inuit mothers. They wanted to compare the toxic levels in us “regular” people against the pureness of an Inuit’s body.
They were stunned by the results. They retested and retested, only to find the same horrifying truths. Inuit mother’s milk was so toxic that if it were imported into the United States — it would be considered “toxic waste.”
Inuit mother’s milk is “toxic waste?”
Remember who we’re talking about. The Inuits have literally 30 different words for “snow.” But they don’t have a single word for “contamination.”
What they discovered is that the Inuit mothers aren’t the problem; it’s what they’re eating. Over the recent years, the whales, seals, and otters are contaminated, and the Inuit people don’t have the protective systems in their bodies to combat the chemicals and pollutants they’re digesting. Inuits don’t guzzle diet cokes like cars drink oil to toughen up their bodies. There’s no pollution in their air to harden their arteries.
Because all of us in the rest of the world are used to eating foods full of pesticides, steroids, and sweet-and-low, our bodies can take pretty much anything we throw down the hatch.
But for the Inuits? Here are the raw numbers. 1,052 parts per billion of PCBs have been found in Inuit women’s milk fat. The safety standard in the U.S. for edible poultry is 3 parts per billion. At 50 parts per billion, soil is considered toxic waste.
When an Inuit mother breastfeeding her child should be as pure an act as we could possibly imagine, in reality, she’s like a gas station nozzle spewing infected, dirty milk right in the mouths of her unsuspecting Inuit offspring.
The Arctic has become the ultimate garbage can of horrific toxins; such as PCBs, Dioxin and other agricultural chemicals. Here’s how it works. Dioxin, probably the worst offender, is manufactured in cement plants in places like Ash Grove, Nebraska. Studies have been able to identify dioxin from particular plants, works its way up to the North Pole by prevailing winds and ocean currents. Absorbed by plankton and small fish, it ends up absolutely coating the insides of dolphin, whales, otters and polar bears.
Since that study, doctors are now able to understand the unusually high rates of Meningitis, bronchitis, pneumonia and other infections. One Inuit kid out of four has chronic hearing loss – due to infections.
There is an old Hungarian saying that translates to, “If you put crap in the soup, no matter how much you stir the pot — the soup will still taste like crap.”
Somehow, someway, we need to stop dumping crap in our soup.
Ask an Inuit mother. She’ll tell you what she thinks of the soup we’re cooking down here.