Bad harvests force coffee farmers to leave El Salvador

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With the recent news about global coffee shortages and the subsequent rise in coffee prices worldwide, what might be overlooked is the human toll of these sweeping changes to the industry. CBS reports that, due to low crop yield and the coffee leaf rust fungus that continually destroys their plants, many coffee farmers are being forced to leave El Salvador in search of work.


Climate change is, unsurprisingly, a factor: A solid half decade of drought paired with rising overall temperatures means that El Salvador’s land is less fertile than it used to be. (The United Nations Economic Commission for Latin America and the Caribbean lists El Salvador as the Central American country with the lowest water availability.) On top of that, banks lend money to farmers based on crop yield, meaning that with the crops less profitable than ever, there’s less money that can be put toward resolving the issue.

The cumulative effect of all these factors has led to a 50% decrease in coffee jobs throughout El Salvador in the last six years, according to CBS. But an interview with water specialist Paul Hicks might offer a practical solution. When the U.S. government cuts foreign aid to El Salvador to discourage migration to the U.S., he says, it only achieves the opposite effect. “You’re reducing rural economic development and restricting job opportunities within the country,” said Hicks, who works with coffee farmers as part of Catholic Relief Services. “So you’re actually driving people towards migration.” He believes that increasing and maintaining foreign aid to El Salvador could help turn the industry around.

Marnie Shure is editor in chief of The Takeout.


Lurch of the SoCal

I’m going to leave the foreign aid/political side out of it because right now I want blood and it will just go from zero to angry in... er... it’s already there.

MORE COFFEE FOR ME! Give me your subpar beans, give me your weirdly non-uniform flavors and appearances, lo, for I am one of the heathens who happen to love one of Starbuck’s Dark Roasts (Verona, mmmmm) - and as I am ‘Murican, fuck all’y’all, I got mine and don’t care about you.

Dammit, anger slipped back in again.