We’ve seen a lot of celebrities pass away this year, from Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett to Ted Kennedy and Patrick Swayze. Now the man who saved more lives than any person who ever lived has died, and the news has made barely a ripple.
As Gregg Easterbrook recounts, Norman Borlaug moved to rural Mexico in 1943 in order to concentrate on increasing crop yields developing countries. I won’t recount the whole article, but suffice to say that Borlaug was spectacularly successful, never more than in the 1960s when he brought his seeds and his techniques to India and Pakistan. These countries were prone to frequent famines. A few years after Borlaug began working there, they were both self-sufficient.
As I wrote a few years ago, Borlaug was one of those driven men who was on a quest to make the world a better place, and simply would not take no for an answer. Too bad that so many would rather have Jacko for a role model.
(Here’s an earlier article on Borlaug by Easterbrook.)
A terrible story from Australia:
Ward, who was arrested a day earlier for drink driving, spent four hours in the searing heat between the mining towns of Laverton and Kalgoorlie, suffering third-degree burns where his body touched the metal floor, the inquest heard.
A sad end, cooked to death in the back of a police van. And here’s the part that caught my eye:
…guards Nina Stokoe and Graham Powell, who provided Ward with only a 600 millilitre bottle of water and did not check on him throughout the journey, had breached their duty of care.
Just to be clear: I am not an Australian prison guard. Nor am I a Canadian photographer or an English novelist, but those are stories for a different time.