I'm developing my writing skills now and Big Dope said I could post a parable I wrote. So ...
Cotton pickers in Pulaski County, AR. There
is a legend there of a champion cotton picker named Charterene, who could pick
more pounds per day than even the strongest man. People spoke of her in awe and
newspaper writers lauded her as “The Spirit of America.”
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| Weighing in after a long, hard day's work. |
The daughter of a
northern industrialist millionaire—she herself having never seen a cotton field—promised
to take a year off from her international travels and revolutionize the cotton
picking industry by forcing Charterene’s methods nation-wide.
As fate would
have it though, when the crowds gathered to watch the champion in action, facts
emerged. First, Charterene selected the best row in the field to pick. Further,
it had been prepared ahead of time by young boys who removed the inferior and
rotten bolls. Then the farmer gave Charterene a head start.
Sure enough though,
she picked a quarter of a pound more cotton than the nearest competitor. “Proof,”
cried the writers. “Out,” said the owner to the manager who had doubted
Charterne’s methods. “I’m on it,” said the industrialist’s daughter,
instructing the Governor to proclaim in “Charterene Day” in the state.
The
industry changed. Cotton fields weren’t picked clean like before, only enough
to maximize profits. Bolls not meeting minimum standards remained in the heat-soaked
fields to rot. Soon, America had to import high-quality cotton from India.
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